Post by jess1z1 on Dec 28, 2010 4:44:52 GMT -5
jessica marie ford
character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
FULL NAME , Jessica Marie Ford.
NICKNAMES , Jess.
AGE , Twenty-three.
BIRTHDAY , June 29.
SEXUALITY , Heterosexual mostly.
GRADE , Graduate.
OCCUPATION , Intern at The Newyorker.
MEMBER GROUP , Socialite.
hello, my name is JESS. i am TWENTY-TWO years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION. so, here's an example of my average post:
Tears were a regular sight in this job. Some clients wept in fake remorse. Other shed them for real while being handcuffed and taken away. Family members cried on the stand, in the audience and during entire depositions. It was the first time in his life Luke had had to inform his defendant of the crime they’d committed and even without the help of a CT scan he was beginning to buy into her amnesia defense.
The judge’s wife sounded even more irritated than Luke about “being called so many time at this ungodly hour – fuck off” but luckily the judge had taken the call in spite of her. He didn’t sound any more pleased than his wife, but Luke absolutely refused to allow him to postpone making a decision. They probably spent over fifteen minutes on the phone arguing. The judge had been filled in on the basics but insisted that they needed to have a proper meeting before he could let the girl back on the streets and that he would be there first thing in the morning. Luke knew what that meant. It meant she would have to stay in a cell until everything was in order for the trial and, as Luke made sure the man on the other end knew, this girl wouldn’t last a day in. There was no evidence and no confession and she deserved her freedom until the investigation was over and a jury condemned her. Luke was beginning to get insubordinate and the judge wasn’t very appreciative.
“Look, Your Honor--”
“House arrest.” The voice on the speaker was definitive.
“House- she’s homeless! Shouldn’t she be put under custody of a marshal?”
“And where exactly do you suggest we keep her and the marshal, Pratt? You know what? I’m done with this, you got it, she walks until the trial. As for where you’re going to put her, figure it out. If she skips town, it’s your neck on the line. Now, I don’t wanna hear from you again until tomorrow afternoon.”
With that, he hung. Luke stared at the cell phone in his hand, his jaw very tight, and heaved a sigh. Well, shit. He’d really dug his own grave this time. Where was he going to take this girl tonight? How could he get a guarantee that she wouldn’t escape from a homeless shelter or that she was as innocent and honest as she had been acting so far? She might even actually be into puppies, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel the urge to off a human being within the next couple of weeks. Shit. Shit. Shit. Lastly, Luke ran a hand through his hair and headed back to where Phay was waiting for him.
“Judge says she’s free to go,” His tone was a little reluctant as he announced this to the cops who were guarding her. “Uncuff her.” And he stepped into the interrogation room again.
“Okay. We’re done for tonight, Phay. Walk with me, will you?”
He waited by the door for her to be released and immediately walked out expecting her to follow. This was a tricky situation. Looking over his shoulder to make sure she was there, he continued.
“Do you have anywhere to go right now?”
It was a stupid question. He already knew the answer. She had been caught stealing soap, for God’s sake. But there had to be somewhere.
“Is there a friend you can stay with?”
The judge’s wife sounded even more irritated than Luke about “being called so many time at this ungodly hour – fuck off” but luckily the judge had taken the call in spite of her. He didn’t sound any more pleased than his wife, but Luke absolutely refused to allow him to postpone making a decision. They probably spent over fifteen minutes on the phone arguing. The judge had been filled in on the basics but insisted that they needed to have a proper meeting before he could let the girl back on the streets and that he would be there first thing in the morning. Luke knew what that meant. It meant she would have to stay in a cell until everything was in order for the trial and, as Luke made sure the man on the other end knew, this girl wouldn’t last a day in. There was no evidence and no confession and she deserved her freedom until the investigation was over and a jury condemned her. Luke was beginning to get insubordinate and the judge wasn’t very appreciative.
“Look, Your Honor--”
“House arrest.” The voice on the speaker was definitive.
“House- she’s homeless! Shouldn’t she be put under custody of a marshal?”
“And where exactly do you suggest we keep her and the marshal, Pratt? You know what? I’m done with this, you got it, she walks until the trial. As for where you’re going to put her, figure it out. If she skips town, it’s your neck on the line. Now, I don’t wanna hear from you again until tomorrow afternoon.”
With that, he hung. Luke stared at the cell phone in his hand, his jaw very tight, and heaved a sigh. Well, shit. He’d really dug his own grave this time. Where was he going to take this girl tonight? How could he get a guarantee that she wouldn’t escape from a homeless shelter or that she was as innocent and honest as she had been acting so far? She might even actually be into puppies, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel the urge to off a human being within the next couple of weeks. Shit. Shit. Shit. Lastly, Luke ran a hand through his hair and headed back to where Phay was waiting for him.
“Judge says she’s free to go,” His tone was a little reluctant as he announced this to the cops who were guarding her. “Uncuff her.” And he stepped into the interrogation room again.
“Okay. We’re done for tonight, Phay. Walk with me, will you?”
He waited by the door for her to be released and immediately walked out expecting her to follow. This was a tricky situation. Looking over his shoulder to make sure she was there, he continued.
“Do you have anywhere to go right now?”
It was a stupid question. He already knew the answer. She had been caught stealing soap, for God’s sake. But there had to be somewhere.
“Is there a friend you can stay with?”
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character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
HEIGHT , 5 something.
EYE COLOR , Blue.
HAIR COLOR , Blond.
PLAY-BY , Amber Heard.
LIKES , Classic rock, nighttime, dark tones, experimenting, champagne, seafood, going to the movies alone, taking the subway, her family, building and fixing stuff.
DISLIKES , People grabbing her hair, religion, jealousy, limitations, potatoes, sunglasses at night or indoors, asking for favors, the phrase 'Why does everything always happen to me?' prejudice, getting up early.
FEARS , Bugs and having to depend on others for her basic needs.
DREAMS , To start her own magazine, something different.
SECRETS , People who don't like The Beatles really creep her out. She does want to make the effort to be in a committed, monogamous relationship in the future, even though she doesn't really believe in monogamy.
HABITS/QUIRKS , Chainsmoking.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , Despite her great relationship with her family, Jess doesn’t fail to get into some trouble on a regular basis. She did grow up in New York, after all. A drinker, a smoker, a pot head; Jess has experimented with a lot of substances and with her sexuality as well. She loves a party and is actually very adaptable, so Jess is able to get along with most people and tolerate even the worst of them. Her parents never put a lot of restrains on her so Jess hates being held back or told she’s not allowed to do something. However, she tries to be practical. Always, to the point of being a little cold or insensitive. She’s very independent and has a really hard time asking for help.
character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
MOTHER , Lane Maura (née Limantour) Ford [Sharon Stone], CEO of a real estate firm.
FATHER , Jesse Eugene Ford [Nikki Sixx], former rock star, now owns his own record label and is an important producer.
SIBLINGS , Lacey Leigh Ford, 22.
PETS , A golden labrador named Floyd.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, None.
HOMETOWN , New York, New York.
OVERALL , Jesse Ford was a lower-middle class teen with huge ambition and a passion for music. He bought his first guitar for four dollars to a hobo, a story he likes telling his daughters despite them having heard it a million times. The band he formed in his youth achieved success after a bit of struggle and three of the original members went on to perform live and record their own music for many years after being signed with their first label. The life of a rock star is filled with excess. Jesse’s tattoos and random scars can tell the story of his entire career, in the true spirit of sex, drugs and rock & roll. While it wasn’t but a routine of Jesse’s to date models and screw groupies, he wasn’t ready for Lane Limantour. She was known as a socialite, heiress of the Limantour real estate fortune. Occasionally a model, just for fun, Lane even posed for Play Boy when she was twenty one. A wild child and one determined bitch, from the moment she met lead guitarist Jesse Ford at a party in Los Angeles, she set out to get him. And Lane wasn’t just another groupie. She made sure to make an impression on him and, sure enough, Jesse was calling her the next day after sleeping together for the first time and they would spend hours on the phone every time.
Jesse and Lane were married and settled down in New York City. By settle, I mean Lane would start taking her role as heiress seriously and Jesse would continue to tour for months at a time, mostly unable to bring his wife. Still, somehow, the couple made it work. Their busy schedules made it difficult for them to even think about procreating, so naturally, Jessica Bette’s (after her father and paternal grandmother who had passed earlier) conception was an accident. Plans and schedules can be moved around, however, and that’s exactly what an ecstatic father-to-be Jesse Ford did in order to be around for his pregnant wife and unborn child. It was surprising to most –probably because of Lane’s substance abuse when she was younger- but her pregnancy went rather smoothly. Barely any nausea, barely any swelling, and almost exactly nine months later a healthy, blond baby girl was born. Mr. and Mrs. Ford just had to celebrate their good fortune. And what a way to celebrate. Before they knew it, healthy, blond baby girl number two was coming out of the very same wound as number one and her name was Lacey Leigh. The sisters are only eleven months apart.
Life for Jess in the upper east side has been as regular as it can be for an uppereastsider. She’s been exposed to sex, drugs and, well, rock and roll. Unlike most of her peers, though, her home life has been pretty stable for a rocker family. Since her father started his own record label and threw himself into producing full-time and signing new bands, he doesn’t travel as much as he would have were he still in the band. Her mother is a successful businesswoman, a little volatile, but an all around cool mom. And she loves her sister, what more is there to say? The constant screaming and yelling that goes on in the Ford residence (and it’s a lot –bad tempers flow) is nearly always overcome within the following couple of days.