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Post by Jacqueline on Feb 3, 2009 12:22:11 GMT -4
Your Name:: Varitek, MT, Dusty Your Age:: 14 Canon or Original:: Original How did you find us:: I have another account
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Name:: Jacqueline (Jaclyn, for pronunciation purposes) Alias:: N/A Age:: 14 Job/Position:: Orphan, wanderer Location:: Usually Lombrica, though sometimes the north
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Appearance:: Jackie is about 5’6” and weighs around 126 pounds. She is skinny, but not all that strong. Her dirty blond hair falls just past her shoulders, and her usually hazel eyes sometimes change color. She always wears pants and a shirt, sometimes tucking her hair up under a hat to hide her long hair if need be. She is never without her old backpack, full of random things she has found on her ‘travels,’ and her own marten, Kamikaze.
Distinguishing Features:: dark scar on her left bicep
Personality:: Jacqueline is very athletic and energetic. She is very emotional, with a quick temper. She can be very violent or extremely loving. Jackie can be unintentionally funny and also extremely quiet. She loves reading, too, but can almost never lay her hands on a book. Jacqueline can also be very lazy, despite being athletic- it depends on her mood. She is not particularly brave or loyal, and is extremely impatient. She’s smart, but not the smartest kid out there, either. She loves nature and hates cities.
Strengths:: animals, sarcasm, anything athletic, adventurous
Weaknesses:: lazy, unmotivated, procrastinator, mood swings
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Companions:: Kamikaze
History:: Jacqueline was born in the hills north of Lombrica, but was abandoned and so knows nothing about her family. She was found by a woman from Ombra, and raised in the city. She hated it all- every part of the city life. She longed for freedom, and finally ran away at age seven. For the seven years after that, she wandered the country side, collecting many things and teaching herself many others. She carries a knife with her at all times since she was eight, when she was attacked in the Wayless Wood, leaving a dark scar on her left bicep.
She was ten when she found Kamikaze. Jacqueline was almost at the Inn by the Border when she saw a marten actually jump out of a tree- much to high up to land safely on the ground, though that’s apparently what he was trying to do. I mean, really. A suicidal marten? Jacqueline managed to catch him just in time, cradling the marten in her arms. She brought him to the Inn, and someone there fixed up a wound he had behind his ear for her. The two haven’t been apart since.
On her thirteenth birthday, or what she calls her birthday, at any rate, Jacqueline decided to wander through the hills of the north for the first time. She passed the Castle in the Lake and was captivated by it, but forced herself onward. She never wished to go in, but at the same time it was all she wanted, and she eventually made herself, thinking herself chicken otherwise. She stayed there, still captivated, for a week before she traveled back to Ombra. She has been outside the city for a few months since.
RP example:: Jacqueline looked up into the trees, but the noise she had heard proved to only be something in the branches high above her head. Kamikaze chattered in her ear, and she lowered him to the ground. "Run on, if you must," she said, laughing. Kamikaze had much energy, like herself. The marten shot off through the undergrowth, and Jacqueline sighed. "Thanks, Kamikaze. Now I'm going to have to clean you again." She didn't actually mind, and the marten knew that, but it seemed like she had to pull thorns out of his coat every day- endless thorns and twigs.
The girl pushed her way through the bushes, not minding much that her own hair was full of twigs and leaves and thorns galore. She was used to it by now. Soon you'll be seeing the open air again, she thought. You should wash up by then. Maybe even cut your hair with your knife, so you look more like a boy. She cocked her head to the side, thinking, and then paused. "Kamikaze!" she called. The marten scampered back to her, then turned and ran nimbly over the leave-strewn ground to a stream ahead of them.
Jacqueline knelt by the stream and dunked her head in the water, using her fingers to untangle it as best she could. Kamikaze ran up and down her back, and she surfaced, laughing. After catching her breath, she tried again to wash out her hair. She really should cut her hair, but she didn't want to. She was scruffy and could pass as a boy with a baggy enough shirt on, regardless. Jacqueline shrugged and did her best with her hair, then stood up. Kamikaze raced ahead of her as the two left the forest.
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Post by ``roxane on Feb 3, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -4
Lovely. Approved. Thank you for making a character with ties to the north.
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