Post by jack on May 15, 2011 1:25:58 GMT -5
JACQUELINE MARIE MARS
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AGE/DOB: 16, October 27th
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
AFFILIATION: Neutral
SEXUALITY: Bisexual[/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: Jack was always told she had blue eyes, but she knows that they are really a very light blue so they appear gray. They are normally the first thing people notice about her because of her dark hair.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: Jack is actually pretty tall for a girl. She doesn't tower over people, but she has that not to short not to tall thing going for her (standing around 5'6, 5'7). She has a very athletic build because of her Quidditch playing, which makes her want to keep in shape. She weighs around 120lb.
FACE: Jack has what some people call a serious face. Unless she is smiling or in conversation she has that 'leave me alone' look. Jack has that kind of appearance that is either attractive to people or they find it completely repulsing - it's a matter of preference.
STYLE: Outside of class Jack isn't the biggest fashionista. She normally will just sport a pair of jeans and converse, some kind of slim fitting t-shirt. Once in a while she can be found wearing heels, but her appearance really isn't too important to her.
FEELINGS: Jack thins that she is attractive enough to get by, and if she really tried she could probably get through life on her looks. But she isn't that kind of person, she really doesn't care about her appearance enough to spend more then 15 minutes in the morning getting herself ready for school.
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LOATHES: People who think to highly of themselves, people in general, her mother, house elves, large crowds, being the center of attention, gold, the color pink, tea, bugs, people who smell bad, slow walkers, nosey people.
BOGGART: Complete darkness
DEMENTOR: When Jack was ten years old her father passed away in the military from a terrorist attack. Her worst memory was when she got the news.
PATRONUS: Jack's partonus takes the form of a Lynx. Her best memory is when she obtained her nickname. She was very little, and she wanted to play with the boys in the neighborhood. They told her no because she was a girl, so her father got involved. He told them her name was actually Jack, and since that was a boys name she should be able to play with them. Problem solved.
AMORENTIA: Strawberries, Lilacs, the ocean.
VERITASERUM: Jack, unfortunately has had one or two one night stands here at Hogwarts. Nothing too serious, but needless to say she isn't proud of it and hides it from people. Jack also is finding herself borderline lesbian, another topic she keeps a secret from her peers because she isn't sure on her feelings yet. That, and they aren't too open to the homosexual community.
STRENGTHS: Jack doesn't have very high self esteem, but there are a few things she will openly admit she is good at. Jack is very good at persuasion. A gift from her father, Jack is good at making people see her point of view and even change their standpoint if she gets to talk to them long enough. Going hand in hand, Jack is also good at debating.
Another strength of hers is being able to think on her toes. She works very well under pressure and is pretty smart, so she is able to make a comeback or shoot off a spell at you pretty quickly. This also makes her a pretty decent dueler (something she loves).
Jack always thinks before she speaks. She'll never say anything without having it thought out well in advance. She doesn't like coming off as stupid or uneducated.
WEAKNESSES: Jack is also a gifted liar. A strength and a weakness, it was a gift inherited from her mother. Jack is almost a complete mystery to people because she is never completely honest about herself. It's not that she compulsively lies, she just likes her privacy.
As one could guess, Jack has a problem opening up to people. She isn't very trusting and keeps her distance the best she could. Jack likes to think of herself as an island ; people can come visit, but never stay. In a sense it's good, but no one can live a life with no one to care for. It's kind of pathetic.
Jack has a weak spot for her father. If anyone ever wanted to get under her skin mention something about her father. This is a weakness for her because she will loose her calm, collected exterior and just hex you to death. It's the only time she'll act without thinking a head of time - and she just does not care.
OVERVIEW:
Jaqueline Marie Russo is a walking mess. She is a very complex person, and it finding harder and harder and harder each day to keep up with her life style. She is unwelcoming to new people, reserved, secretive and not the best role model. It's not that she is a bad person, she just has dealt with so many issues with her life it has left her somewhat bitter, even if she is only 16 years old.[/SIZE]
Though a Gryffindor, Jack is smart. It isn't her best trait, but she takes pride in the fact she isn't one of the many people who have to study the books hard every night. She picks thing sup easily. Jack's strongest quality is that she isn't cowardly about anything, which is probably why she is in Gryffindor. She will tell you what she thinks, how she feels, what your'e doing wrong, why your wrong etc etc. She isn't afraid to speak the truth, nor is she afraid of fights or breaking the rules. Jack stands on her own two feet and refuses to let anyone else try and help her along her way. It's just not her style. She doesn't like feeling dependent on someone else. She also doesn't like asking someone for help or talking about her feelings - so if she ever does come to you with that sort of thing feel special.
Jack is very secretive. She really doesn't like people knowing about her family life because 1.] she is muggle born 2.] her mother is a w*ore and 3.] her father is dead. She's not ashamed of who she is, but she prefers not having to battle it out with Slytherins about something else other then being in Gryffindor and bisexual. For some reason she tends to be their favorite person to pick fights with (at lest it seems that way). Because of her secretive behavior, Jack tends to lie. It's not that she doesn't tell the truth per say, but she keeps a lot of details out. When asked questions about things that make her uncomfortable to talk about she will flat out lie. It's not a compulsive thing, she doesn't have to lie or anything, she just prefers people not knowing her story. Privacy is important to her.
Jack has a very active imagination. Something that she got from her father and his thousand of bedtime stories, Jack is constantly day dreaming. Fantasizing about her life and her future, worlds that aren't real and things that little kids would think about. Jack's father told her a bed time story faithfully every night, but it wasn't from a book. He made them up off the top of his head each and every time. Sometimes it took him a week to tell one story, but none the less it was always filled with adventure with the good guys always winning. JAck's father instilled her with the knowledge that she can be whoever she wanted to people, and everyone was created equal. She sticks close to those morals and beliefs, not letting anyone tell her otherwise.
Jack isn't exactly the best role model for anyone younger then her. She swears, is EXTREMELY open with what she thinks and hurts people's feelings. A lot. she states the obvious and has a quick tongue - she isn't afraid to use it either. She has had too many people judging her for who she is in her past to let anyone stop her or tell her what to do. She has issues with authority and normally wont listen to people when they give her advice. She looks out for herself and no one else because she knows the number one rule in the world : people are selfish.
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FATHER: Ethan Mars, 38, Deceased.
SIBLINGS: - - - -
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Rich Amodio, 46, Step father, business CEO, Muggle
WEALTH STATUS: Middle Class
BIRTHPLACE:New York, New York USA
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
OVERVIEW:
Jacqueline Marie Mars was born in New york City, New york in the United States. Daughter to Lillian and Ethan Mars, she lived a very happy childhood. Her father was a marine and her mother was a stay at home wife, so she always got to see her parents every day. Jack never had a very good relationship with her mother, but her father was her best friend. She could count down the hours until he would get home from whatever it was he worked, so they could play out in the back yard. Jack was a tom boy growing up, so her mother was never the best person to play with.[/SIZE]
Jack was muggleborn, so once she was old enough she was sent to Pre-K and started going through the muggle schooling. She never got along that great with girls, but she was always out playing with the boys. Football, Baseball, you name it. Ever since she was younger Jack knew she was different. She liked boys and she liked girls, and the older she got the more confused she became. Her mother was emotionally abusive, so she was constantly telling her how she needed to grow up to be pretty and enter pageants. Her father always reassured her that she could be her own person and that it was her life, not her mothers. Jack could see her parents marriage deteriorating year after year, fight after fight.
Once she got into elementary school, Jack noticed her was mother disappearing during the day while she was at school. She would find things around the house that would hint that she was out that day doing things she shouldn't be, but always claimed that she was out shopping. Jack grew closer and closer to her father through the entire thing, she always being able to find comfort in what he had to say. She went to him when she was confused about her sexuality as she got older, not her mother. He gave her her nickname, he gave her her imagination and happiness. But Jack's father wasn't going to be around much longer.
It was time for him to ship out overseas for 6 months with the marines. Jack wasn't thrilled to be alone with her mother for that long, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Jack wrote him every single day, her father promising her all kinds of things when he returned. but he never did. About 4 months into his tour his vehicle was blown up by terrorists. There were no survivors. Jack still remembers the day she god the news, an army man visiting their doorstep with her father's dog tags. Her mother cried a little, but she didn't seem as upset as she should of been. Jack, on the other hand grabbed his dog tags and ran up stairs, locking herself away as she mourned for several days. She was only ten years old and lost her best friend.
Six month later Jack's mother decided it was time for them to move. She claimed it was for Jack's sake, that being in this environment wasn't good for her. Jack knew better. She had been seeing a man for well before her father died, and she was moving them to England to live with him. Jack fought it at first, but eventually accepted the fact that a ten and a half year old could do nothing to stop her. So she moved to England, kicking and screaming the entire way. Jack turned 11 a few months later and received her letter to attend Hogwarts. Her mother was ashamed at first, not knowing how to handle her "freak" daughter. Her step father comforted her through it though, Jack counting down the days until she was able to leave for Hogwarts.
When she first arrived Jack noticed she was different from everyone else. They all had an accent to her, but she was the foreigner here. When placed under the sorting hat She was nervous, but none the less happy when he called out GRYFFINDOR! Throughout her years at Hogwarts Jack has lived isolated from the majority of the school, having a close knit group of friends and no one else. She only goes home for the summer break, not even heading home for christmas break. She wants to be as far away from home as long as she possibly can.
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AGE: 5,803 :3
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: 10+ Years. I lost count ;P
SECRET WORD: admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm so sleepy. D: Sorry if that is lacking >.>
RP SAMPLE: Taken from an old character of mine C:
Maybe, he didn't need the memories. What good was it going to do him anyways?
Sitting in the fourth floor of St. Mungo's hospital, It had been an extremely long time since Jon found himself wearing hospital robes. In a wheel chair in the hall, Jon felt out of place on this floor - this was for emergencies and intensive care. Did he really belong here? And did he really need to be wearing these ridiculous robes? He would have been much more comfortable in his jeans and t-shirt, but the mediwitches here INSISTED he put on these bloody things. Sarah said that the nurses here were kind of .. nasty if you cross them the wrong way. Regardless, Jon felt that the tone they took with him was just completely and utterly unnecessary. I really need to ask Sarah to get on this case for me. At lest she wont make me put these bloody things on he thought to himself, a sigh passing by his lips as he looked down to the wheel chair he was sitting in. Having been around for a while, Jon wished he had made more friends aside form Sarah - she was great and all, but she was the only person he knew, and he feels like he pesters her more then she can handle. When Jon woke up and realized he had no memory of what happened to him in the past, he made a decision to make memories now. But sadly, the vampire has become a work-a-holic and an anti-social one at that.
About 20 years ago Jon woke up from an accident that he had no recollection of. He had no family there with him, and he had no memory of his life before. He had a name - Jon Harker - and he knew he was a vampire. It didn't take long after he got out of the hospital for him to find out that the name 'Johnathon Harker' wasn't even his, but the name of a character in A muggle's book - Bram Stoker's Dracula. He was disappointed to say the least, but he kept the name out of the irony that he was a vampire and the name came from a book about Dracula. That, and he figured that this book had to have some meaning to him - maybe keeping the name will jog his memory. When released, Jon had to learn everything all over again. How to live as a vampire, how to use magic, how to just function in society. It was annoying and tedious, knowing he didn't even know his real name. He hoped, that over time he would remember. Hell, he even used memory potions and spells on himself to try and get him to remember, but all he got back were pieces. Nothing that helped him at all to remember his family, his friends - the life he had before that accident, whatever it was.
So that is why Jon is here now. Robes and all, he guessed that the intensive care unit kind of fits for his reasons for being here. He contacted St. Mungos about a week ago, talking to the doctor who was there when he awoke to start with. The Doctor predicted a full recovery of his memory a year after his release, and was shocked to hear that Jon still had no idea who he was or where he came from. The Doctor told him to come to the hospital so they could start running some tests and see if they can treat his extreme amnesia. So he now sat in a wheel chair, weak from the recent tests that were run waiting to hear what the doctor says. They tried to get him to extract his memories, much like Albus Dumbledor had done, but you cant extract memories you cant remember. So Jon sat in the wheel chair, weak from trying to many times and frustrated for not being able to remember.
All he wanted was his name.
Glancing across the hall from himself, Jon was brought out of thought by a young blond women who seemed to me making 'the great escape' from her room. Jon didn't have a room, considering he was only there for a few tests. When she passed him in the hall, Jon's eyes met hers for a brief second, and he couldn't help but let his curiosity spark. Their eyes met for a split second before she turned away, but she had the same lost look on her face that he had. The same lost look in her eyes. He couldn't help but wonder - was she suffering from the same thing he was? She must have just been in an accident, considering she was here. Once she got down the hall and around the corner, Jon arched his eyebrow at the mediwitches who were looking for her. She must be a big deal Jon thought to himself, the mediwtiches immediately starting to search for her. But Jon knew that look on her face - she needed to escape from everyone for a while. sighing, Jon waited till the women at the counter turned around before he got up from his chair and started down the hall after her. He stumbled at first, still a little weak, but was able to hold his own after a few steps. He followed her quickly, hoping he could catch her before the mediwitches did.
It didn't take long, considering she was walking just as slow as he was. When he turned the corner she was in sight, so Jon picked up the pace and caught up to her. "Hey," He said, tapping her shoulder and waiting for her to turn around. He offered a smile "I know you don't know me, but I'm pretty sure the mediwitches noticed you "escaped," you're room," Jon told her, giving quotation marks with his fingers when he said escape. "It's pretty horrible in here, I know - So I can either escort you back to your room or down the hall where there is a nice bench and a window you can sit by" Jon smiled weakly, knowing it probably wasn't the best idea to come up to a random women in the ICU. He looked at her a bit weary, wondering if she would take the invite. She looked like she could use some company - or at lest some nice sunshine. "The bench is usually for visitors but ... I'm sure they wont mind us sitting there for a while before they catch you. And me now, I guess" he chuckled a bit.
Sitting in the fourth floor of St. Mungo's hospital, It had been an extremely long time since Jon found himself wearing hospital robes. In a wheel chair in the hall, Jon felt out of place on this floor - this was for emergencies and intensive care. Did he really belong here? And did he really need to be wearing these ridiculous robes? He would have been much more comfortable in his jeans and t-shirt, but the mediwitches here INSISTED he put on these bloody things. Sarah said that the nurses here were kind of .. nasty if you cross them the wrong way. Regardless, Jon felt that the tone they took with him was just completely and utterly unnecessary. I really need to ask Sarah to get on this case for me. At lest she wont make me put these bloody things on he thought to himself, a sigh passing by his lips as he looked down to the wheel chair he was sitting in. Having been around for a while, Jon wished he had made more friends aside form Sarah - she was great and all, but she was the only person he knew, and he feels like he pesters her more then she can handle. When Jon woke up and realized he had no memory of what happened to him in the past, he made a decision to make memories now. But sadly, the vampire has become a work-a-holic and an anti-social one at that.
About 20 years ago Jon woke up from an accident that he had no recollection of. He had no family there with him, and he had no memory of his life before. He had a name - Jon Harker - and he knew he was a vampire. It didn't take long after he got out of the hospital for him to find out that the name 'Johnathon Harker' wasn't even his, but the name of a character in A muggle's book - Bram Stoker's Dracula. He was disappointed to say the least, but he kept the name out of the irony that he was a vampire and the name came from a book about Dracula. That, and he figured that this book had to have some meaning to him - maybe keeping the name will jog his memory. When released, Jon had to learn everything all over again. How to live as a vampire, how to use magic, how to just function in society. It was annoying and tedious, knowing he didn't even know his real name. He hoped, that over time he would remember. Hell, he even used memory potions and spells on himself to try and get him to remember, but all he got back were pieces. Nothing that helped him at all to remember his family, his friends - the life he had before that accident, whatever it was.
So that is why Jon is here now. Robes and all, he guessed that the intensive care unit kind of fits for his reasons for being here. He contacted St. Mungos about a week ago, talking to the doctor who was there when he awoke to start with. The Doctor predicted a full recovery of his memory a year after his release, and was shocked to hear that Jon still had no idea who he was or where he came from. The Doctor told him to come to the hospital so they could start running some tests and see if they can treat his extreme amnesia. So he now sat in a wheel chair, weak from the recent tests that were run waiting to hear what the doctor says. They tried to get him to extract his memories, much like Albus Dumbledor had done, but you cant extract memories you cant remember. So Jon sat in the wheel chair, weak from trying to many times and frustrated for not being able to remember.
All he wanted was his name.
Glancing across the hall from himself, Jon was brought out of thought by a young blond women who seemed to me making 'the great escape' from her room. Jon didn't have a room, considering he was only there for a few tests. When she passed him in the hall, Jon's eyes met hers for a brief second, and he couldn't help but let his curiosity spark. Their eyes met for a split second before she turned away, but she had the same lost look on her face that he had. The same lost look in her eyes. He couldn't help but wonder - was she suffering from the same thing he was? She must have just been in an accident, considering she was here. Once she got down the hall and around the corner, Jon arched his eyebrow at the mediwitches who were looking for her. She must be a big deal Jon thought to himself, the mediwtiches immediately starting to search for her. But Jon knew that look on her face - she needed to escape from everyone for a while. sighing, Jon waited till the women at the counter turned around before he got up from his chair and started down the hall after her. He stumbled at first, still a little weak, but was able to hold his own after a few steps. He followed her quickly, hoping he could catch her before the mediwitches did.
It didn't take long, considering she was walking just as slow as he was. When he turned the corner she was in sight, so Jon picked up the pace and caught up to her. "Hey," He said, tapping her shoulder and waiting for her to turn around. He offered a smile "I know you don't know me, but I'm pretty sure the mediwitches noticed you "escaped," you're room," Jon told her, giving quotation marks with his fingers when he said escape. "It's pretty horrible in here, I know - So I can either escort you back to your room or down the hall where there is a nice bench and a window you can sit by" Jon smiled weakly, knowing it probably wasn't the best idea to come up to a random women in the ICU. He looked at her a bit weary, wondering if she would take the invite. She looked like she could use some company - or at lest some nice sunshine. "The bench is usually for visitors but ... I'm sure they wont mind us sitting there for a while before they catch you. And me now, I guess" he chuckled a bit.
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