Post by jackson alexis nova on Oct 15, 2013 14:22:21 GMT -5
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weight: 115
hair color: DYED PINK
eye color: Hazel
distinguishing features: Ear piercings (lobes), tongue piercing, a small number of tattoos across her body, and a small scar across her cheek.
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sexual orientation
LESBIAN
personality profile
interests
- Music. (Loves to sing, play acoustic guitar, and piano.)
- Animals. (All sorts of animals, dogs, cats, horses, etc.
- Movies. (Horror, action, anything that's not mooshy mooshy.)
- Parties. (The "life of the party" Jack knows how to handle herself in large social situations.)
- Rain. (She finds it relaxing and spends rainy weather writing lyrics and songs.
- Socializing. (Different from partying because she rarely remembers parties.)
- Jokes/Pranks. (Self explanatory.)
- Holidays
- Fridays
dislikes
- The Purple Teletubbie
- Jerks/B-words.
- Self-Centered People
- Homework
- Not Being On Tour
- Being Made Fun Of
- Being Alone
the future
Jack wants more than anything to get back together with her band, graduate, maybe become a high school band teacher if she can't get the band together again.
hobbies
Singing, partying, dancing, joking around, going to movies, going shopping. She loves to do pretty much anything that she deems fun and exciting or whatever my advance her musical skills.
fears & secrets
Jack has a deep fear of being forgotten and she believes that no matter what she does will never be good enough to be remembered. Not even with her own friends or the impact she made on the music industry. She's also deathly afraid of spiders and other creepy crawlies.
personality
Jack is as free spirited as it comes and with that free spirited behavior comes a refreshing style of living. Not only does she treat everyone like a human being, but she also loves to tell people how it is. She's nice, but not without a cost. To people closest to her she's honest but tries to sugar coat anything to not hurt feelings, to those trying to earn her trust or friendship, she a harsh blunt and will say what needs to be said to either get her point across, or to tell the person what they need to hear.
To those that are looking in Jack isn't more than a pretty alternative rocker girl with a recklessly happy interior but an abrasively hard exterior. Jack even does her best to not listen to her elders or any other sort of authority figure. Due to her time in a popular alternative band, Jack has gotten the sort of attitude that says f*** it. It's more of a front than anything, she cares more than she should, and it shows whenever someone gets close.
To those that are looking in Jack isn't more than a pretty alternative rocker girl with a recklessly happy interior but an abrasively hard exterior. Jack even does her best to not listen to her elders or any other sort of authority figure. Due to her time in a popular alternative band, Jack has gotten the sort of attitude that says f*** it. It's more of a front than anything, she cares more than she should, and it shows whenever someone gets close.
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hometown
Phoenix, Arizona
parents
Charles Nova • Voice Coach• DEAD
Andrea Nova-Masters • Lawyer • DEAD
Andrea Nova-Masters • Lawyer • DEAD
siblings
only child, adopted.
status
SCHOLARSHIP/WEALTH
history
Born in Phoenix Arizona, or at least as far as she knows she was born there, and adopted by a man and a woman when she was five. It was hard for Jack growing up in an Orphanage, and thanks to a few of the other orphans she was constantly put down and discouraged, it was sad and the usual insult was she was weird and would never be adopted. Until Charles Nova walked through the door with his skinny but beautiful wife hooked on his arm. Jack had been combing a torn up dolls hair and singing a nursery rhyme and her voice caught Charles' ear, and that was as far as it needed to go. He adopted Jack even though thanks to the brutal insults by the other kids she felt she didn't deserve it. The next few years were spent growing accustomed to a life of love, training her vocal chords, and studying to go to school.
At thirteen Jack and Charles had worked so much together that soon he began to sign her up for random events, and contests to test her voice. She'd win time and time again, but she wanted to go down her own path. She talked to a few friends and started up a band, naming themselves My Dear Priestess. Within a year the band kicked off quickly and My Dear Priestess in all it's glory quickly rose to the Pop Punk/Alternative Rock charts even finding it's way on Radio Stations across the U.S. At fourteen Jack needed her adoptive parents with her, but only her father could come with as her mother was constantly a part of large legal cases.
After three years touring and being famous the band split up to go back to school and return to their old lives. Jack was the only one that was opposed to the disband of the band, but she was easily outvoted. Needless to say when she got back she was popularized in school and could barely keep her head up without being recognized by someone. It was the way life was though, and due to her outstanding talent in choir and other musical aspects she was called upon by a Scholarship from a school in California and her adoptive parents took it as a sign to advance Jack's singing more. Unfortunately on the way to the school they got in a car accident and Charles and Andrea were killed, while Jack was left with nothing but a scar on her cheek and a necklace to remember her adoptive parents by. Luckily her adoptive father had a sister that lived near the school and the whole "next of kin" thing put Jack into her arms.
At thirteen Jack and Charles had worked so much together that soon he began to sign her up for random events, and contests to test her voice. She'd win time and time again, but she wanted to go down her own path. She talked to a few friends and started up a band, naming themselves My Dear Priestess. Within a year the band kicked off quickly and My Dear Priestess in all it's glory quickly rose to the Pop Punk/Alternative Rock charts even finding it's way on Radio Stations across the U.S. At fourteen Jack needed her adoptive parents with her, but only her father could come with as her mother was constantly a part of large legal cases.
After three years touring and being famous the band split up to go back to school and return to their old lives. Jack was the only one that was opposed to the disband of the band, but she was easily outvoted. Needless to say when she got back she was popularized in school and could barely keep her head up without being recognized by someone. It was the way life was though, and due to her outstanding talent in choir and other musical aspects she was called upon by a Scholarship from a school in California and her adoptive parents took it as a sign to advance Jack's singing more. Unfortunately on the way to the school they got in a car accident and Charles and Andrea were killed, while Jack was left with nothing but a scar on her cheek and a necklace to remember her adoptive parents by. Luckily her adoptive father had a sister that lived near the school and the whole "next of kin" thing put Jack into her arms.
the puppeteer
your alias
Raven!
time rping
Umm... A long time.
how did you find us
I believe it was RPG-D Topsites.
rp sample
Logan kicked and pushed down the street, her skateboard rattled loudly against the cracked sidewalk and people jumped this way and that to get out of the little girl on her board. Music blared loudly out of two small ear buds stuck lazily into her ear. She sang along to the music as she ollied off the curb, missing a taxi by inches and then hopped back up onto the sidewalk across the street. Her board vibrated violently on her feet, and it caused her legs to feel like jello. She remembered when the sidewalks were ride able without feeling like she was standing on a jackhammer. Then again she remembered when everything wasn't stupid, people didn't walk around with flames coming out of their asses, and she wasn't a part of an organization that specialized in those people that had flames coming out of their hind quarters.
Logan's blonde locks flew out behind her as she went, people complained loudly as she lazily pushed passed them. Their words went completely unnoticed due to the loud music that blasted against her eardrums. She rounded a corner and flipped the board off the sidewalk back into the street where she grabbed on to the back of a taxi and skitched along behind it. People watched as they zoomed by but Logan payed them no attention, she had a coffee date and didn't want to be late. Although the coffee date was with herself. She wasn't a sociable person inside the ranks of the OU. They were all up tight, or at least the ones she worked with, and as far as she could tell none of them liked putting their life on the line. Her on the other hand.
The taxi driver noticed the blonde hair waving around behind him and he slammed his foot to the brake. Logan watched as the taxi slid along her and then she was ahead of it and flying straight into an intersection.
"Butter my buns and call me biscuit" Is not what she said. That was some fat southern lady standing on the corner with her hand to her forehead as if the small form of Logan was gonna die. The skater girl on the other hand, let a long string of curse words pass her lips as she dodge left and right hearing car tires screech against the hot cement and bumper to bumper crashes as people finally started to pay attention to the road. A taxi driver had seen everything happen and quickly pulled out in front of the skating girl.
She struck the taxi and her legs immediately flew up in the air, she tumbled over the yellow hood, and then landed like a sack of potatoes on the ground on the other side of the vehicle.
"Oh... that's gonna hurt in the morning."
She mumbled slowly as she rolled onto her stomach and stood. A crowd had gathered as the angry drivers and other surrounded her in the street. She plucked the headphones from her ears and let a nervous laugh pass her lips.
"Hey guys... What's goin' on?"
A barrage of yells and pointing fingers aimed at Logan burst through the angry crowd as the circle around her got tighter. She felt the noose around her neck and was just waiting for them to grab their torches and pitchforks. She swallowed passed a lump in her throat and pushed up against the taxi she had hit.
"I'm sure there's a logical and non violent way we can settle this right? Maybe we could all join hands and sing kumbaya? Yeah sound good? No? Didn't think so."
Logan's blonde locks flew out behind her as she went, people complained loudly as she lazily pushed passed them. Their words went completely unnoticed due to the loud music that blasted against her eardrums. She rounded a corner and flipped the board off the sidewalk back into the street where she grabbed on to the back of a taxi and skitched along behind it. People watched as they zoomed by but Logan payed them no attention, she had a coffee date and didn't want to be late. Although the coffee date was with herself. She wasn't a sociable person inside the ranks of the OU. They were all up tight, or at least the ones she worked with, and as far as she could tell none of them liked putting their life on the line. Her on the other hand.
The taxi driver noticed the blonde hair waving around behind him and he slammed his foot to the brake. Logan watched as the taxi slid along her and then she was ahead of it and flying straight into an intersection.
"Butter my buns and call me biscuit" Is not what she said. That was some fat southern lady standing on the corner with her hand to her forehead as if the small form of Logan was gonna die. The skater girl on the other hand, let a long string of curse words pass her lips as she dodge left and right hearing car tires screech against the hot cement and bumper to bumper crashes as people finally started to pay attention to the road. A taxi driver had seen everything happen and quickly pulled out in front of the skating girl.
She struck the taxi and her legs immediately flew up in the air, she tumbled over the yellow hood, and then landed like a sack of potatoes on the ground on the other side of the vehicle.
"Oh... that's gonna hurt in the morning."
She mumbled slowly as she rolled onto her stomach and stood. A crowd had gathered as the angry drivers and other surrounded her in the street. She plucked the headphones from her ears and let a nervous laugh pass her lips.
"Hey guys... What's goin' on?"
A barrage of yells and pointing fingers aimed at Logan burst through the angry crowd as the circle around her got tighter. She felt the noose around her neck and was just waiting for them to grab their torches and pitchforks. She swallowed passed a lump in her throat and pushed up against the taxi she had hit.
"I'm sure there's a logical and non violent way we can settle this right? Maybe we could all join hands and sing kumbaya? Yeah sound good? No? Didn't think so."
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