Post by emmajackson on Jun 16, 2012 6:52:26 GMT -5
EMMA LOUISE JACKSON
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Play by: Ksenia Solo
Race/Species: Therianthrope
Species Info:
Jacks takes on the form of an Indian wolf with black fur that is strewn here and there with dark grey patches. Indian wolves are often mistaken for foxes at first glance due to their smaller statures and long legs.
D.O.B.: 01.10.1986
Age they appear: 20-22
Actual age: 26
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Features:
Delicate, petite, lithe, graceful, and....likely to smack your mouth off your head if you call her any of those to her face. Her thick, raven colored hair hangs straight to the middle of her back, though from time to time she likes to clip in colored hair pieces to spice things up. She keeps her bangs blunt to hide her ridiculous forehead. Jacks has large doe eyes which are her best and favorite feature as they are a brilliant light ice blue, a small nose, and a little mouth which actually seems quite big when she smiles. Or opens it. Standing at about 5'2", she has the uncanny ability to seem like a giant when provoked in any way. She is slender, but muscular with a dancer's build. Despite her little frame though, she does have some hip action going for her.
Jacks' style of dress varies depending on her mood, though she can usually always be found in skinny jeans, some sort of boots, corset tops, and her trademark black leather, beat to heck motorcycle jacket.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Hetero
Ethnicity: Russian/Hungarian/French....hell, too many to name.
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars:
Her skin is relatively flawless with the exception of a scar that starts just at the top outside of her right clavicle (closest to her shoulder) and snakes on the diagonal across the top of her breast and down to the middle of her chest. She also has a tattoo of the eye of Ra on the inside of her left ankle.
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Flaws/Weaknesses:
- Can get easily flustered or angered in the right situation...hell in most all situations where she's being provoked or someone's being picked on.
- Tatted up dudes. Talk about weak-kneed and salivating mouth....
- Will completely shut down if she's being reprimanded or asked to do something she just totally does not want to do. Can be quite hard-headed on the last part.
Skills/Strengths:
- Is naturally graceful thanks to her father putting her in dance classes to try and tame her wild southern girl self.
- Very good at masking her true feelings and putting on a tough face. She doesn't like to seem vulnerable, though she knows that she's not the strongest link in the chain.
- Is resourceful and quick-thinking, which makes it easy for her to turn uncomfortable situations around or turn bad situations into good. As long as you're not ignoring her advice, she'll help out until the dust has settled and everything's resolved.
- Deft fingers. This may seem odd, but playing guitar most of her life has left her with nimble and very strong fingers. She puts it to good use working on her bike, and working on cars with her father when she was still in Austin. Her small hands and fingers can get in those tight nooks and crannies just fine.
Likes:
- Jameson, Maker's, Johnny......whiskeys and bourbons and dark booze, oh my!
- Her second hand folk guitar 'Charlene'.
- Vintage bikes, especially her fully customized Triumph that started life as a Bonne.
- Books of all kinds. She's like a dang sponge and always has one or two tucked away in her backpack.
- Discovering new bands and seeing them live.
- Dusting off her records on a rainy day and sitting by the window to watch it rain.
- Candy. Suckers, Twizzlers, Spree, Mamba, Jelly Bellies....make it sweet and possibly really sour and she's happy.
- Secretly loves getting dolled up and everything that goes with it (ie: makeup, nail polish, etc).
- Also secretly loves romance novels, but she'd cut you for suggesting it.
- Boxing. There's nothing quite like beating the snot out of a bag when you're angry.
- Being en pointe. Just as there's nothing quite like beating up a bag in boxing, there's also nothing like the aching muscles being en pointe brings. Her green pointe shoes are beat to heck, but so well loved.
- Sunset and all the hours leading up to sunrise, but especially the witching hour.
- Little things....a spoonful of peanut butter eaten slowly, an older couple holding hands in the park, birds singing after the rain, an ice cold beer after a hot day, and that sort of thing. "Shut up, I can be all poetical and deep."
- Laughing...that good gut busting, tears in your eyes kind of laughter. Make her laugh and you've got yourself a new friend.
- Being taken on random adventures around town (or taking herself if no one else is around).
Dislikes:
- Fake people.
- Human Authority.
- People who take advantage of others...it just plain makes her blood boil.
- Most popular culture.
- People's obsession with celebrities and being famous for no reason.
- Being ignored.
- Being called Emma.
- Bugs. *Shudders*
- Cucumbers.
- People assuming she's stupid because of her Texas drawl or outward appearance.
- Being mistaken for way younger than she actually is. It's frustrating getting carded EVERYWHERE you go.
Other Information:
Jacks likes to think she's a tough cookie from head to toe, which doesn't seem like much in her small stature, but don't tell her you think so. She likes to play at being one of the guys and much prefers the company of men to women when it comes to friendships, but only because that's what she's been exposed to her whole life. She can drink, curse, and smoke with the best of them. You could say she's a tomboy, but does a tomboy enjoy a good sale on spike heeled boots? Not to mention that Jacks just has a sort of natural sensuality to her....the sway in her hips when she walks, the graceful arc of her arm when she talks...and no amount of tomboyish ways will hide it.
She can be a say what she means type of girl when it comes to others' situations, but she knows when to keep her trap shut and leave well enough alone (especially when it comes to her own feelings). She's quite loyal to those who show her loyalty first, but can be cautious of those she doesn't know or gets a strange 'feeling' from. She's also got a huge soft spot and a secretly romantic disposition, but hides it extremely well unless you know her. Despite all outward appearances and demeanor, Jacks is actually quite smart and well read and has a library of books to prove it. She's also quite musically inclined, and her love of music seems to take up too much space in her heart for much else...unless of course you're talking bikes. She's not the settle down and fall in love type, but who knows? The right person might just be able to tame her....and gods know she could use a little taming.
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History:
Born and raised in Austin, Texas, Jacks was just one of the boys where she came from. Her mother passed away when she was about six, so she was left with her father and older brother Scott. With one man and a pre-teen to watch after her, much of Jacks' life consisted of trial and error. They'd try, and she'd dang sure show them their error. She spent most of her childhood in cutoffs and hand me down tee's of Scott's, except for the small amounts of time her father would force her into a leotard for dance class. All of her other spare moments were spent outside exploring, usually barefoot and covered in dirt, but always with her best friend and neighbor Lance. She did love her dance classes, but didn't let anyone but her dad and Lance know about it. Anyone who called her a sissy ballerina would get a knuckle sandwich...usually courtesy of Jacks herself. Her nights were usually spent listening to her dad practice his guitar until he'd finally stop and let her strum a bit. He eventually gave in and started giving her lessons.
Despite all of his best efforts to calm his wild child, her father just couldn't replace the womanly touch that was so totally lacking in Jacks' life. She loved spending weekend afternoons with him and Scott working on her dad's '70 SS Chevelle, and later Scott's '56 GMC pickup, and much later....her beloved customized Triumph. Weekend nights were usually spent in some Austin dive bar with a Shirley Temple and Lance's presence next to her like a shadow while they'd watch her dad's band play. Despite being covered in dirt or grease for most of her childhood, Lance was her constant companion and the one person she could always fully count on. They shared everything together, usually camped out in one or the other's backyard. Her father had taken to calling them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum they were together so much.
Childhood turned into adolescence, and it soon became clear that Jacks most definitely was growing out of looking like a grease and dirt covered boy and into something softer....with curves. It also didn't take long for her to notice that Lance had suddenly gotten quite a bit taller, and wasn't quite so baby-faced as he'd once been. She didn't understand why all of the girls were shooting her dirty looks, but giving Lance dreamy eyes. He was just her Lance, nothing really special. They still spent all of their time together, but less so covered in dirt and barefoot and more inside or still camped out in their tents out back. Instead of making up games about being cops and robbers or race car drivers, they were learning the finer arts of the french kiss and how it could make you feel. It didn't take long for the exploring to go farther, and suddenly Lance was all of her firsts. She didn't love him, not like that, but she did love how he made her feel and that was a whole other monster.
It didn't take long for Jacks to gain somewhat of a small reputation, and not one that could be taken care of with a measly knuckle sandwich. High school was sort of hard for her with guys thinking she was easier than she actually was and all the girls looking down on her for doing the shit they wouldn't dare talk about. She very quickly developed a thicker skin and learned to hide her hurt behind humor and wild behavior. Her and Lance were still close, but he'd long since started seeing some sweet little innocent thing. Where Lance had gone on the straight and narrow, Jacks had taken a path so full of zigs and zags as to almost make you dizzy. She started dressing in darker, tighter clothing and used lots of safety pins and other things to make them more to her style. She also started hanging out with people who were much older and less likely to judge her for her lifestyle choices.
Back up a little bit here, though. This was also somewhat of an awkward time for her as she was to learn of her true nature, that of a therianthrope. It would seem that Jacks' momma Louisa was a native of Scriptor Bay and had moved to Texas for a boy she loved by the name of Dale Jackson. They fell in love and married, and as most married people are wont to do, had kids. Her brother Scott...human. Jacks? Well, at the age of thirteen she shifted for the first time. Luckily for her, her little family was on a camping trip and were able to somehow coerce her (with raw hamburger no less....tell me THAT isn't mortifying to find out as a thirteen year old girl) into the back of her brother's old Bronco they used for just such trips. It was then that she was told of the true nature of her mother's heritage and of the town she grew up in and left behind for love.
Graduation came along in no time, and just like that Lance was enrolled at University of Texas and a higher education while Jacks was stuck working in a friend of her dad's auto shop. She didn't mind the work, but she totally missed being able to see more of her best friend. It seemed he was spending more time with the intellectuals he was meeting at UT and less at home and closer to her. It saddened her quite a bit, but she had new friends too and totally took advantage of their time whenever she could. Parties, clubs, bars, and even some underground fights and street races took up her spare time.
Having so much time to herself now, Jacks couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted to know about her mother's childhood in Scriptor Bay and the mysterious anomoly in her bloodline. It was hard fitting in with humans when you turned fuzzy at least once a month. So, with her family's blessing, she packed up shop, hitched her bike to the back of her brother's old Bronco, and headed Northwest to find some connection with the woman who she had only vague memories of.
RP Sample:
Jacks' small hand and slender fingers were wrapped around the outside of the condensation coated glass, and she slowly tilted the bottom of the heavy tumbler around in a circle in time with the beat. The small amount of amber liquid shifted with each tilt of the glass, but stopped as she lifted it to her lips and tilted it back to slide down her throat. Nothing like a good whiskey on a cold night. The warm feeling in her belly was slight, so she sat up to look for her brightly shining savior of a waitress.
Instead of the waitress, her eyes alighted on a small group of men who were ambling through the space to sit....oh joy.....smack dab behind her table. The smell of cheap alcohol and desperation clung to them like plastic wrap on leftovers and Jacks couldn't stop the rolling of her eyes. They weren't terrible looking men, but these were the types that Jacks tried to avoid anytime she was out and about because they usually didn't know how to act towards her. She quickly turned her face back to the stage, but not before one of them gave her a smile that was more of a sneer.
"Hey. Heyyyy. Girly...why don'tcha turn your seat around and get to know us." He was attempting to whisper so he didn't interrupt the music, which was a small point in his favor, but said point was null and void because he was too drunk to realize he was actually almost yelling. His s's came out more like a shhh and his breath was almost solid with the stank of whatever he'd had for dinner plus the previously mentioned cheap alcohol. Jacks pasted on a condescending smile and turned, propped her arm on the back of her chair and looked over the threesome. "Dude. No one calls me girly and gets the pleasure of my company."
At that moment, the waitress walked over with a fresh glass of whiskey and eyed the three obviously drunk fellas. Jacks thanked her, then continued. "'Sides, I'm having such a good time with my friend Jameson here. Doubt you could live up to it." She lifted her glass in a cheers and gave a snarky laugh, then turned back around and took a nice size gulp of one of her favorite libations. The liquid went down her throat in a wonderfully warm way, and all thoughts of the douche bagels behind her was forgotten in the small pleasure.
"What the hell. Man....why're you being such a bitch? That wasn't cool, we're just trying to be friendly. Aren't we guys?" She rolled her eyes at the stage, but didn't give them the satisfaction of turning around. She thought it would be best to just ignore them, and if it persisted to find another table. "I mean, you look like you need someone to be friendly towards you seeing how you're dressed and all. You some lonely, emo, cut your wrists, my life is so sad goth girl?" The table behind her erupted in drunken laughter, and Jacks' back went rigid. If there was one thing she hated, it was ignorant jerks thinking she was something she wasn't.
She loosened her tightened grasp on her glass and placed it on the table, then turned around with a face that was way less than friendly. Her drawl thickened slightly, which was a sure sign that she was angry. "Naw, I'm not. A bitch I may be, but this bitch is too good for the likes of the lot of you. Now if you don't mind, I'm tryin' to enjoy the music. I suggest you do the same." She gave one last squint of her eyes to the three of them, then turned back around and tried very hard to get back into the music she'd come here to relax to. "That sounded kind of like a threat, little mama. Are you going to do something if we don't do what you want?"
Jacks could hear the sneer in his tone of voice, and before she could turn around, the sound of fabric shifting and the feel of something coming towards her made her freeze up. One of their hands was nearly on her shoulder, so she reached up quickly and snatched it in both of hers and twisted it sharply to the left. She stood, twisted arm and hand still held in a vice grip between hers, and turned to face the small group. The man wasn't wincing quite hard enough, so she gave another sharp twist to his arm and watched as he opened his mouth in a gasp.
"Didn't I tell you no TWICE? You just had to keep on thinkin' I was playin' hard to get or some bull honkey? You should learn to listen better." She berated herself as stupid for getting physical with three men much larger than her, but she was angry and - let's face it - didn't really know any other way of handling a situation like this. "I think you boys need to be taught some.....manners...." She swallowed what she was going to say next because the other two had stood and were flanking her. Sure, with her lycan strength she was strong, but not against three men all twice her size. If she could get at least two down, she was sure the other would leave her be. Her mouth opened, and words started coming out even though she knew it was the wrong thing to say. "Well, if I knew it was gonna be a foursome I'd have joined you much sooner."
She gave a sneer, lifted her knee up to her stomach, then slammed it down into the still seated man's crotch. At the same time she released the grip on his arm and turned to the man on her right. Jacks jammed the heel of her hand up into his nose with a loud pop of breaking cartilage. She was just getting ready to rear back and clock him in the kidney when the man behind her whirled her around like they were in a dance and laid a good one right on her little chin. Her head was thrown back and stars twinkled around her head like she was in some Looney Toon skit. Her knees buckled and the floor was threatening to come up and meet her.
Maybe physical violence had been the wrong choice.
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Name you go by: phurae
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