Post by JANE SMITH on Aug 19, 2013 6:33:57 GMT -5
...Jane Anne Smith*
*"Brainy is the new sexy."*
[/size]*"Brainy is the new sexy."*
...basics*
name Jane Anne Smith
nickname Usually just Jane. When she was fourteen and oh-so-misunderstood she thought she was being clever by going as Ann Ominious (a play on Anonymous along with the dark and deep word Ominious), but then she realized that that was silly.
age 18
gender Female
career Secretary
hometown Trenton, New Jersey but raised in Aberdeen, Scotland.
sexuality She's straight, but can be decidedly anything she likes.
personification Irene Adler from Sherlock Holmes
status Dormant
face claim Hannah Murray
...appearance*
hair color Jane's hair is flaxen blond and has had a fly away look to it since it tufted out of her skull. In the winter brown seems to join the mix right at the roots giving people the impression that she bleaches it.
eye color Big, round, trustworthy brown eyes.
build Slim and long. Actually her height is average, but her lanky limbs give the impression of being tall. Heels don't hurt either.
height 5' 5" (see, average)
clothing style Whatever applies to the situation.
distinctive traits Her smile is quite expansive. When she is in role mode, it totally absorbs her with few tells. Her true face and personality aren't really known by anyone.
...personal*
personality
Jane is a hard girl to pin down, if only because she tends to be whatever the situation calls for. Her Mother taught her to be every woman, because of the belief that a woman can only become powerful through the folly of a man. A misstep, a moment of lapse judgement. To be her true self is far too vulnerable for Jane to bare, and she will try to flee at even the inkling of rawness. However a real personality does lay in there. She is a music lover, a perfectionist, vain. Her home living is immaculate, as it keeps her clever mind organized. She is filled with cute little isms that she really hates. "As my Mother always says-" tends to leave her lips quite a bit, and she hates herself every time.
She is a sensual thing, bold and adventurous. In the same breath, however, she can be self loathing, predatory, and fastidious. Her worth is based in how smooth her complexion is, how many men have left her messages on her phone, how many calories she's taken in that day, how much money is in her bank account. She can be both confident and unsure in the very same sentence. She does not like the business of the head get in the way of the business of the heart. To be in the heart business, in her mind, is stupid and messy. The business of the head pays better also.
past
Few men can resist a beautiful woman, and those men are homosexuals. That was the most important lesson Jane Anne's Mother had ever taught her. Jane Marie had been quite in love with her step brother at the tender age of fourteen. When the lustful lad told her he shared the sentiment, nature's routine and she became pregnant. This lead to her own Mother's and Step Father's divorce, and the Father of her child taken to God knows where. Jane Marie was young, alone, and all hopes for the future all but dashed. However she was beautiful and she was resourceful. At sixteen she had met a wealthy- albeit elderly- entrepreneur who married her, and agreed to raise her sweet little bastard.
Not that he'd make good on that promise. The poor fellow died within the year. Don't suspect foul play, though in Jean Marie's power it simply wasn't her style. Too cliche. Though, in Jane Anne's opinion wasting away the money on a home in Scotland was also quite cliche. Her pattern soon erupted after the bank account dried up. She would find a wealthy man, she'd be faithful and loving (for Jane Marie might be whore, she refused to be a slut), and she'd spend his money to her contentment. When he'd cease to be wealthy/interesting/alive, Jane Marie would divorce/bury him and soon find a new play thing. By the age of twelve, Jane had had nine step fathers.
Her Mother was a firm teacher. While hard pressed on the ideals of abstinence, Jane Anne was taught to be flirtatious and sensual. On Summer holidays her Mother would arrange boys to come and entertain Jane Anne, allowing her to practice her feminine wiles. She grew clever- far more clever than her face lead on- and lovely. However with cleverness came boredom. She just wanted to make things happen.
When she turned sixteen she made something happen. She engaged in a month long affair with her Step Father, at his initiation, and oh how her Mother flew into a rage. There came number fourteen, and there he went. Jane's Mother became quite aware of what her daughter was capable of, though it was really only the tip of the iceberg.
present
Jane Anne needed to be free of her Mother's grasp. She needed to not be Jane Anne, but simply Jane for once in her life. So she decided to leave. It was an easy snap judgement. In her heart of hearts, she might want to write her own musical or opera. Not perform, though she has an ear for music. The Earth might not be the center, but it's doing alright, eh? However her Mother has quite convinced her that that is a stupid dream, and that the only way to be taken seriously is on her back. So there is that.
Getting a menial job, Jane Smith moved to New York City. Her Mother and her are currently not in touch, but that could very well change. She has a small studio apartment filled with things much finer than it. But be warned: Jane is on the hunt. Men are weak, and she does not intend on working all of her life.
family
Only her Mother, Jane Marie Smith, and a series of step fathers that have come and gone.
likes
The Opera and musicals are a weakness for her. The theater makes her weak. Her favorites are Pagliacci and Carmen, but she'll go for anything. She's a bit of a snob about things, however. Nothing Andrew Lloyd Webber and she never did get on board with the Wicked craze.
The high life. She likes to live comfortably thank you.
Absolute control. For instance she's a fan of married men. They're the perfect match: they'll pay for continued silence and tend not to bring up ugly things like marriage or children.
Gossip Magazines.
Cooking. She particularly likes making desserts. A girl, after all, does need a private hobby. Her favorite foods are probably chocolates and apples. But never together.
Being alone. In a sense. She likes that no one can leave you if you're on your own. It isn't like, after all, you can leave yourself.
Winning. She'll argue for the sake of arguing because gee whiz she's just so fucking good at it. If your position is pro-choice, you had better believe she'll argue pro-life. If you're anti-war, she'll mention how Japan only exists because America loves to flex those nuclear muscles. She's also quite good at board games.
dislikes
Imperfection, especially elderly and infants (which she thinks of as imperfect). They heeb her out, and she's an insanely vain person. She doesn't like the concept of gaining weight, pimples, aging. God help anyone nearby when she spots a tan line. It's a materialization of being out of control.
Dubstep. Quite frankly, she is not a fan.
Cheapness. Material, dates, etc.
Her Mother. The relationship is... tenuous.
Stupid people. In her mind it's better to be dead than stupid.
Television. There are so many better things to do with her time.
other notes anything about your character that doesn’t fit anywhere else?
...literature*
book title Sherlock Holmes, A Scandal in Bohemia
backstory Irene Adler is a clever woman who bests Sherlock Holmes and gains his respect. She is known as 'The Woman', which could be thought of as a term of respect or disdain. Who knows, it's Holmes. She gets jiggy with a King who's not so pleased with the idea of the photo of them getting out, and so he asks for Mr. Holmes' help. She was born in New Jersey and is a retired Opera singer and married to a Mr. Godfrey Norton when she meets the great detective. She is based on Lillie Langtry, the Jersey Lily, who was had many affairs with the English Aristocracy including Edward Prince of Wales.
...roleplayer*
name Abi
age 21
gender Female
rp experience I'm not sure how to gauge this. Four years.
how you found ouac Advertising.
rp sample
”Be brave, Aria.”
The sound of her brother’s voice filled her head with almost every waking breath when she was not focusing on other activities. Perhaps that is why Aria rarely found herself with any free time. She worked herself to the point of exhaustion just so she could forget for a little bit that her best friend was taken from her three years ago. In a fifteen-minute encounter, some stranger made himself known. He imprinted himself in Aria’s life, marking her with his knife, taking her brother from this world, and punishing her for all of eternity. Of course, Aria was unaware what she would be punished for, but nonetheless, it felt like a gruesome and murderous hell.
She shook her head slightly, running her fingers through her tangled brunette mane. Aria pulled her hair up into a ponytail, her palms sweating from the thought of her brother. She blinked a couple of times to make sure she was not going to cry. How embarrassing would it be to cry in front of her fellow students who were out about the grounds? Painstakingly embarrassing seemed to fit that feeling pretty well. It just would not do for Aria. She spent most of her time lately trying to blend in, attempting to keep herself out of people’s attention and under the radar. She would much rather be invisible, but being flesh and blood she could not exactly ask for that – unless she wanted to invest in an invisibility cloak. If blending in was the best she could do, then by all means Aria would do it.
Aria’s eyes danced across the grounds, not focusing on anything but taking in everything. When she acted invisible she felt as though she saw all. It was different from how she use to be. The outgoing Aria would be with her girlfriends on this afternoon, gossiping about boys and giggling about cute professors. At the ripe age of fifteen Aria Bailey was no longer a child. She had grown up, and she was focused. Focused on keeping that night and her brother out of her head. Focused on perfecting her pointe and modern dances. Focused on school and focused on her friends – the few she had left anyway.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. All she had to do was run now. She checked her watch for the time and waited for it to hit the minute. Her legs glided effortlessly and her mind melted into the run. This was what she was focusing on – the burn in her muscles, the breeze in her face, the air ripping at her lungs. Aria hated running. It never felt good. But she supposed the pain helped her feel more human. It helped her remember she had a life to live and not to dwell. After three years, she was beginning to believe that.
Upon reaching the lake, she slowed her pace. She checked her watch, satisfied. She had cut nearly ten seconds from her earlier time that week. Perhaps it was a lucky day, but Aria liked to chalk it up to her training. She sat down, bringing her knees to her chest. She looked at her reflection in the water, a pretty brunette she barely recognized staring back at her. She smiled, seeing a happy girl. That must be her. After all she was sitting right there. Yet Aria could not bring herself to feel like she was staring at her own reflection.
