Post by ispyjensen on Jun 10, 2012 23:30:10 GMT -5
* jensen q. brewer ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME jensen quinn brewer.
NICKNAMES jen, jenners, brewster.
DATE OF BIRTH july the seventeenth.
AGE seventeen.
GRADE/YEAR twelfth grade.
ELEMENT water.
SEXUALITY pansexual.
MARITAL STATUS single lady.
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM julija steponaviciute.
EYE COLOUR blue green.
HAIR COLOUR dirty blond.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT five foot seven inches, one hundred twenty two pounds.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES one shoulder is uneven compared to the other from an injury from savate, anchor on the inside of her wrist, scar on hip from getting appendix removed.
CLOTHING STYLE anything that will cover her body. nothing too fancy, basically just a decent t-shirt and jeans. occasionally she will wear a dress if she is feeling fancy enough. likes simplicity and tennis shoes, nothing outrageous or attention grabbing.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- charismatic
- energetic
- bold
- capable
- humorous
- truthful
- determined
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- knows no boundaries
- pigheaded
- fidgety
- no filter
- expectant
- brutal
- coquettish
LIKES
- savate
- the ocean
- strength
- mangoes
- sphynx cats
DISLIKES
- heat
- girls, for the most part
- complication
- fashion
- china dolls
STRENGTHS
- honest
- resourceful
- lively
- physically fit
WEAKNESSES
- easily let down
- carelessly speaks
- pushes things too far
FEARS
- tiring herself out too early in life
- pushing her loved ones of the edge
- dying an early death
BEST MEMORY realizing that unlike the rest of her family she was a water elemental. she had thought that she would end up being labeled as hot headed and arrogant like the rest of family, something that would have always made her insecure. the day they took a vacation to the bahamas and she created a freak wave when she was playing in the water with her sister was absolutely the best day of her life.
WORST MEMORY when she lost her first championship as a red glove. it was the worst feeling in the world to have her father put all of his faith into her to only lose in the end. it was what drove jensen to completely exhaust herself. at the age of the six she wore hersel down to the bone and had to be sent to the hospital. she was watched over carefully by two professors for two months afterwards.
LONG-TERM GOAL jensen only wants to master savate to completely be satisfied with herself. it is practically what her whole life has been based around and it is the only thing she knows how to do. hopefully she pass the art down onto her children and inspire them to live their lives with as much passion as she has. that, and she really wants to go to their matches and coach them herself.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER esme brewer (forty one), french teacher.
FATHER talen brewer (forty three), savate professor.
SIBLINGS hadley brewer (nineteen), fire graduate.
fawn brewer (eleven), elementary student.
greyson brewer (four), toddler.
OTHER only those of importance; not the aunt they only see once every five years
HISTORY with her mom being half french and her dad's family having grown up with them it only seemed probable that jensen would find herself interested in savate. hadley had opted out to be extremely girly and jensen had unbelievable amounts of energy. this was talen's chance to make his wife's parents proud. he took his hyperactive baby and decided that he would journey with her into the world of savate. a long time ago esmee's father had been a silver gloved savate. he always said that his fire element personality was the reason that he had gotten so far. with esmee being a fire element and talen as well they hoped that jensen would be the next silver gloved savate champion. or a fire student or skilled in savate, at least.
in all honesty, talen and esmee saw that their middle child was more of a water kid. that didn't matter, they would be proud of her anyway. she was energetic, determined, and pushed her way through things by always taking them slightly too far. she ripped through the art of savate as if it were nothing. desperately she wanted to please her father, and she knew that she could do it through savate. that, and she highly enjoyed the grace, beauty, and simplicty of the french kick boxing. they would train seriously, making frequent trips to france for championships and visiting esmee's family. hadley, fawn, and eventually greyson did not care for savate. talen had excelled at the art and eventually had come to mentor his daughter. she won championship after championship and changed the colors of her glove proudly. she would speak thoughtlessly of her accomplishments and invoke jealously. but her free spirit and charisma cancelled out some of the foolish things that she said.
she was right at the perfect age of entering the academy when she discovered which element she belonged to. both families that she had been created from were known for the affiliation to the fire element. a bunch of hotheads and arrogant ones they were, and among them was jensen, who loved to talk to everyone and bounce around and joke. it was still a bit of a shock when she aligned herself with water. her family, loving to every brewer, still accepted the girl, but were astonished that an ocean child had ended up among them. in her gut jensen had knew that she would be an elemental and that water was her element. the beach would always be the place she felt the most at ease and pranks and a bubbling spirit would be two things that she could connect with the most.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME lace.
YOUR AGE seventeen.
RP EXPERIENCE seven years.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i lurk.
SECRET WORD correct
RP SAMPLE
Andromeda could not say that the duties of a prefect were the most rewarding in the world, but she did highly enjoy the guidance and leadership skills that she could offer to those who needed it. Her badge and the the privileges of the prefect's bathroom were nice, but what she really got satisfaction from was helping anxious first years or calming down worked up students. She was easily the most backwards Black in the castle, but she was also the one that the mass of the castle probably liked the most. Over the years she had become okay with being the exception to all of the Black stereotypes and eventually actually began to feed off of the independence and individuality that her opinions granted her. She was a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. All of her thoughts opposed those of Bella's and Cissy's, which was something that she had gained pride from. Becoming a prefect for all of the correct reasons was yet another thing that diverged her further from her family and all of the beliefs that they upheld. Andromeda was her own person and that was the only thing that she would ever be able to totally preach.
This particular round of prefect patrolling had not brought the Black girl too much excitement. Peeves had been rattling the armor around nine at night and a couple or two had been furtively trying to travel through the corridors, all of the average stuff for nighttime in the castle. She had politely chastised Peeves, who in return threw one of the helmets of the bodies of armor at her, and took five points away from each of the houses of the couples. Rarely did Dromeda ever give out detentions or turn anyone over to a professor. She found that her own punishments were enough and for the most part the perpetrators seemed to understand that their punishment was deserved. The late night patrolling was the time slot that she enjoyed most, since the castle calmed down and the whole atmosphere changed into something highly enjoyable. The shadows and the darkness didn't bother her, she felt rather welcomed by the silence and stillness of each corridor that she strutted down. Tonight seemed to be rather dull due to the lack of action that was happening in the castle. It was only a little past ten o'clock, leaving Andy with two hours of boredom that she would be left to face.
Dromeda felt as if she were being stretched far too thin as of late. Bella was being a handful as always, Cissy was whining for attention, and everyone of her mates seemed to need something from her. There was no limit to who she would help and because of that she seemed to be neglecting her own needs. Sleep had not been a mate of hers lately and as she was coming down to the ground floor her level of attentiveness suddenly plummeted. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, the dim lighting on this particular level of the castle failing to wake her up. "Lumos," she muttered, a bright orb of light lighting immediately on the tip of her wand. Drom blinked furiously at the sudden brightness, mind desperately trying to register it and simultaneously wake up some. Her footsteps became closer to stumbling as she crossed the wide span of floor, trying to make it down to the dungeons. She didn't exactly get very far. Black grace failed to save her and wham, her head smashed against one of the hour glasses that counted the points of the four houses. Her wand scattered off somewhere else and she let out a moan, sliding down onto the floor to curl up into a ball. Damn, her head sort of hurt.
