Post by JOLENE MILLER on Apr 1, 2012 9:41:05 GMT -5
...jolene anne miller*
*it takes two to make an accident*
[/size]*it takes two to make an accident*
...basics*
name Jolene Anne Miller
nickname Jo. It's mainly what she goes by in less than formal situations.
age Twenty one
gender Female
grade College is for chumps
hometown St. Louis, MO
sexuality Bisexual
personification Jordan Baker
status Dormant
face claim Amanda Seyfried
...appearance*
hair color Blonde
eye color Green
build Jo is an athlete. She keeps in shape through strict diet and fitness regimes. She is incredibly aware of her reputation and how appearance factors into it. Also, for a girl with such a voracious sexual appetite, she has to have the looks to bring home the boys and girls. Guys don't make passes at girls with fat asses.
height 5'8"
clothing style While on the golf field, Jo wears her skintight, overly revealing clothing that has gotten her more than a bit of press on whether or not it was acceptable clothing for a woman athlete. When off the field, she's more often than not wearing as little clothing as possible, but always veiling the fashion choices as being the top of the line fashion in...somewhere.
distinctive traits Jo is a haughty little bitch. When she feels like a conversation isn't going her way, rather than pursuing the discussion she withdraws, looking upward or simply ignoring the person until they stop talking.
...personal*
personality
Jolene was born with the sense of privilege. She feels that she deserves the best and the brightest of each and every thing, from toys to boys. Her parents didn't attempt to squelch this elitist sensibility in their daughter. Nouveau riche themselves, her parents were more than happy to give their daughter everything that they'd never had themselves. For lack of a better term, Jo is the bratty girl who never grew out of her childish feeling that she deserved everything no questions asked.
It is perhaps due to this sense of entitlement that Jo simply refuses to lose. At anything. Her competitive nature is overwhelming. Jolene will ferociously lie and cheat her way through any game to make sure she gets her way and wins. There have only been a few times in her life that her morality has been questioned. In these few and far between instances, Jo flies into a defensive rage, utterly offended that anyone could have the gall to call her out. She is generally more than capable of browbeating any and all who attempt to discredit her.
Jo's need to be the best and the brightest also extends to her popularity. Jolene has an overwhelming desire - need - to be wanted, to be loved by someone, anyone - EVERYONE. She bases a great deal of her self worth on the reception she gets from others. Girls, boys, she doesn't care. She never even wants long-term relationships. She's after the feeling of being liked by someone else. The knowledge that there is someone else out there who is hanging on her every word. It makes her feel so desired, so needed, so important. To know that her very presence makes another person weak in the knees and woozy from love. It's a feeling that she's never felt herself, and she's proud of that fact. She's the one that's in charge. She's the one that holds all the cards and simply has to pull on the strings of everyone around her. The power is intoxicating.
On some level, it's the insecurity of it all that really gets to her. Jolene has a vicious jealousy streak that runs through her. She can't tell why someone would ever want anyone but her. When she's confronted with this fact, the fact that she is not actually the center of the universe, it leads her down a dark and dangerous path of questioning everything she's ever known. Only once has she had this crippling mental breakdown, when a boy beat her to ending a relationship. For days she didn't leave her room, trying to understand how on earth he could have found something to dislike about her. The only way she had been able to get out of the funk was through alcohol and distracting herself, forgetting it had ever happened. Sometimes however, late at night, she runs over it again and again, trying to understand where she had gone wrong.
past
Jolene was born into money. She was the product of a couple that was beautifully romantic in its own way. Dexter, the boy who had grown up caddying on a local golf green who went on to become a professional at the sport himself, who had fallen in love with Judy, the girl who was also a wealthy heiress who went through the beauty pageant circuits across the Midwest. Dexter had loved Judy since he'd met her, and had finally been able to win her over after a few years apart building a name for himself in the sports world. Their love had been splashed across newspapers throughout the State. They were close enough to celebrities and such a beautiful couple that the riffraff of Missouri loved to hear about how the beautiful rich could fall in love and be so happy together.
The product of their happy marriage was Jolene, who was given all that she could ever want. It was the same treatment that Judy had gotten in her younger days, and Dexter was more than happy to oblige any and all requests, because he wanted his daughter to have the star-studded chlidhood he'd never had, having worked his way up to the position he held. All seemed to be peachy keen, especially when they managed to end up with short little tidbits about them in local tabloids and papers.
The reality, however, was not so rosy. Judy and Dexter had long since fallen out of love. Each had their own little lovers on the side who were more than happy to pick up where the spouse had left off. Judy had a cute little lake house that she stayed in most of the time, and Dexter kept to his work whenever possible. They were all but divorced, mutually agreeing that the horrendous press brought about by the whole thing would doom them both, having both lived off the beautiful rich reputations they'd built up for themselves.
This was the environment Jolene grew up in. She was brought up hearing her parents scream and shout at each other, safe behind closed doors of course, every time they saw each other. She was brought up meeting mistresses and misters who came and went, smiling like wolves every time they met her, the little daughter of a broken marriage. She was brought up quickly shuffled from school to golf courses, always busy, always seen, always popping up in newspapers in hastily taken photos accompanied by articles about how absolutely cute it was that Dexter Miller could take time out of his busy schedule to teach his daughter the sport that had made him famous.
In her older and less vulnerable years, Jolene was given far more leeway, neither of her parents willing to deal with the temper tantrums that would ensue lest she got her way. She was allowed to roam to all the alcoholic parties she could find, all the high-falutin college parties that turned up on her radar. She was allowed to go into Golf as a competitive sport, instantly given an in based on her family name alone.
Hardly ever in her childhood did Jo give any thought to her cousins. Her family was far too noteworthy and important to be bothered with the poor relatives her father had left behind. She had much more important things to worry about than the bunch of hicks on her father's side that lived somewhere in northern Missouri.
Jolene's years in an all girl's prep school were hardly noteworthy. It was the first time that she had explored a bicurious tendency, sure, and the first time that she had given everything to another person, but in the grand scheme of her overwhelmingly important life she hardly cared for the four years she spent at St. Bridget's Conservatory. What was far MORE interesting for her were the years spent AFTER high school. She had always known that for her college would be a joke, worthless and unimportant for someone who could jump right into a lucrative and important golf career. She was hooked up with an agent through her father's connections and turned loose on the big wide world, winning her irst tournament at the tender age of 19 and only going upward from there.
present
Now, Jo had never meant to do it. It was an absolute accident, not worth mentioning, really, but for some reason everyone got all in a tizzy over it. All that had happened really was that she'd gone to a party one night, business as usual, really, and then afterwards she'd gotten in the car a little less sober than one might expect a driver to be. She'd done it LOADS of times. It was once again just business as usual for a high end athlete like herself. What WASN'T business as usual, however, was how she lost control suddenly of the car that dark summer evening and went careening into a woman who was out walking her dog on the sidewalk.
Now, it wasn't like anything AWFUL had happened. The damn woman lived and all, and if the dog had died who honestly gave a fuck? It was a dog! They could be replaced! The bitch should have known to get the fuck out of the way of a car that was slamming towards it. Honestly, if they were too careless to bother getting out of the way then Jo had done the world a favor. It took two to make an accident, after all. The woman didn't even press charges after Jo's lawyers had gotten in touch with her and paid her off. Nevertheless, her agents told her that she ought to get out of St. Louis for a while. Head East for a bit. Do something off on the East coast that would get some good PR going in her favor again and make people forget about the whole business with the dog.
Not particularly pleased, Jo headed East. To New York City. She'd been meaning to for a while, honestly. Ever since those billboards of her cousin had started showing up in St. Louis, Jo knew she had to pay her relative a visit. There was only one superstar allowed in their family, and Jo would not be upstaged by a tall bitch that had clawed her way up from goddamn Lanagan.
family
Dexter Miller - Father - 48 - Former golfer turned sports announcer
Judy Miller - Mother - 45 - Former beauty queen turned cosmetics saleswoman
likes
Golf
Drinking
Being in the news - All press is good press!
Hooking up with anyone - All sex is good sex!
Being the most popular girl in the room
Driving
Gossip
Romantic flings/drama. The risk of being caught makes things so much more exciting!
dislikes
Not getting her way
Being upstaged by anyone
Careless people
Boredom. Jo needs something going on all the time
Being restrained or commanded
Sobriety
Other people confiding in her - it's all just whining unless she's involved
Losing
other notes Jolene's jealousy is uncontrollable. She is more than happy to break up a couple and risk being called a homewrecker or a tramp just to prove that she can.
...literature*
book title The Great Gatsby
backstoryJordan Baker was the epitome of the careless upper crust society found in The Great Gatsby. A golfer who wins by cheating, she takes everything in stride, hardly caring about anyone or anything. She lives simply waiting for the next party, or the next outing, or the next man she'll be able to seduce. Throughout the novel, she has a bit of a fling with Nick Carraway, telling him that she likes him because he isn't careless. She tells him that she can be as bad of a driver as she wants, because other people will know to stay out of her way. By the end of the novel, when she and Nick break up, it seems like she doesn't care. She's more than happy to move on to the next man, to whom she's already engaged.
...roleplayer*
name Beckito
