BLANCETT, jennifer cheyanne

[poopyjoe]

JENNIFER CHEYANNE BLANCETT !?
'at last i see the light and it's like the fog has lifted'

FULL NAME Jennifer Cheyanne Blancett
NICKNAMES Jen, Jenny, Ferry
AGE Twenty-four
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY May 7th, 1987
SPECIES Shapeshifter (Red Fox)
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Milla Jovovich
EYES Round and crystal blue with flecks of green
HAIR Brown with different tones of highlights, very curly and cut choppy and short
BODY TYPE Very slim and petite
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 140 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Scars from falling
STYLE Wears a lot of flares and shorts, belly tank tops, and a lot of leather jackets. And very little make up, usually dark.

LIKES

• Mixed martial arts
  
• Dogs - Especially Shepards
  
• Zombie Movies/Video Games
  
• Chocolatey Foods
  
• Going to Old Country Buffet
  
• Country Music
  
• Traveling
  
• Mountain Dew - Carries with her a lot
  
• Shooting ranges
  
• Motorcycles
  

DISLIKES

• Being inside
  
• Smoking - Cigarettes, weed, etc.
  
• Cats
  
• Gardening/Green Thumbs
  
• Bodybuilders - People obsessed with working out
  
• Kids/Babies
  
• Screamo
  
• High/Low Temperature - Needs it to be 'just right'
  
• Over Religious People
  
• Arrogance
  

STRENGTHS

• Mixed martial arts
  
• Shooting
  
• Video Games
  
• Outgoing
  

WEAKNESSES

• Reading/Writing
  
• Not good with computers
  
• Commitment issues
  
• Cute puppies
  

HABITS

• Bounces her knees when nervous/anxious/angry
  
• Eating when she's bored
  
• Sucks on the inside of her cheeks
  

FEARS

• Being shot
  
• Getting hurt - any way emotionally
  
• Arachnophobia
  

DESIRES

• For her boyfriend to come back from war
  

SECRETS

• In denial about her boyfriend's death in war
  

OVERALL
Jen is an average girl who never really grew out of the tom boy stage, instead she evolved into a dangerously sexy motorcyclist. She can often be found at the shooting range or at a mixed martial arts competition or class. Her passion is shooting, her companions are dogs. She loves any dog breed with the word shepherd in the name. Personally, she favors Australian Shepherds. Besides shooting and martial arts, she also enjoys a good zombie killing. Zombie movies and video games, such as Resident Evil, are her all time favorite to eat. Chocolately foods and Old Country Buffet will tell you what she likes to eat. Jennifer isn't the type to stay indoors a lot; she likes to travel, and when ever she goes out she's sure to have mountain dew with her. Amoung her hates, are cats and kids. Anything to do with cats or kids and you can count this woman out.

Although she is not an atheist, she's not really religious, either. She's okay with god, it's His fan club she can't stand. Jen isn't a big fan of gardening or people whose thumbs are a little too green. Arrogance and smokers anger her, along with body builders. Temperatures that are too high or too low make Jennifer uncomfortable, she needs it to be just right.

This girl is very good at martial arts, she may look like she can't put up a fight but she's a kicker. As was said before, she's at the shooting range a lot. This woman can hold a gun, and still look pretty damn sexy. Unlike most people of her sex, she's very good at video games. She's more of doer than a sitter. She can't read, it's difficult for her to sit and read something, and she isn't very creative, so writing and art are out of the picture. She isn't a very committed person when it comes to relationships. It's hard for her to keep one Jen is an average girl who never really grew out of the tom boy stage, instead she evolved into a dangerously sexy motorcyclist. She can often be found at the shooting range or at a mixed martial arts competition or class. Her passion is shooting, her companions are dogs. She loves any dog breed with the word shepherd in the name. Personally, she favors Australian Shepherds.

Besides shooting and martial arts, she also enjoys a good zombie killing. Zombie movies and video games, such as Resident Evil, are her all time favorite to eat. Chocolately foods and Old Country Buffet will tell you what she likes to eat. Jennifer isn't the type to stay indoors a lot; she likes to travel, and when ever she goes out she's sure to have mountain dew with her. Amoung her hates, are cats and kids. Anything to do with cats or kids and you can count this woman out.

Although she is not an atheist, she's not really religious, either. She's okay with god, it's His fan club she can't stand. Jen isn't a big fan of gardening or people whose thumbs are a little too green. Arrogance and smokers anger her, along with body builders. Temperatures that are too high or too low make Jennifer uncomfortable, she needs it to be just right.

This girl is very good at martial arts, she may look like she can't put up a fight but she's a kicker. As was said before, she's at the shooting range a lot. This woman can hold a gun, and still look pretty damn sexy. Unlike most people of her sex, she's very good at video games. She's more of doer than a sitter. She can't read, it's difficult for her to sit and read something, and she isn't very creative, so writing and art are out of the picture. She isn't a very committed person when it comes to relationships. It's hard for her to keep a guy or even a family member. She isn't very close to her parents, or anything in her family for that matter. It comes from a deep unrealized fear of getting hurt when someone leaves or dies.

Out of habit, Jen bounces on her heel, shaking her knee
in and out when anxious or nervous, even anger. Jen tries to keep her self occupied because when she isn't, she eats. Speaking of habits, she's sucks on the inside of her cheeks, 'specially when she's thinking. Ironically, for a good shooter, she's afraid of being shot. She feels if she can handle and control a gun well, her chances of being shot will lessen.

A few years back, her boyfriend went missing in action, at war. She refused to believe so when she got a letter announcing he was dead. She's been in denial and refuses to believe he is dead.

MOTHER Jacquelyn Louise Blancett
FATHER Jorge Nickolas Blancett
SIBLINGS Christopher Derik Blancett
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Jim Kendal
ETHNICITY German on dad's side, but overall Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Upper Middle Class
OVERALL
Life for Jennifer? Wasn't very hard. Throughout her childhood she had her ups and downs, learning from her mistakes. She was born to Jacquelyn and Jorge Blancett in Detroit Hospital. Raised in Pontiac. Jennifer was the youngest of two siblings. She was extremely close to her brother, despite their age differences. Which was pretty far. Whenever Jennifer had no one to play with, Chris was right there. She was never close to her parents. Her mom was just out of it half the time and her dad was a policeman. He was the one who taught her how to first use a gun. She always had a little obsession with guns. Anyways, as she grew up she had a pretty normal life. She fell in love in high school. With your typical nice guy. It wasn't until he had left for the military that her life had turned to crap.

They had just graduated high school and he had told her he was leaving. She thought he was only talking about college, but he explained how he wanted to be in the air forces. So after many tears shed he left her. They kept in touch for so long, it wasn't until he stopped calling and she stopped receiving letters. That she realized something was up. She completely changed. Jennifer began to push her family away and began arguing with them daily. She moved out, tired of arguing with them.

It wasn't until she got a letter from the military telling her that her boyfriend was missing in action. Or possibly dead. That was what she feared the most. She went into a depressed state, constantly in the house crying. Her relationship with her brother and parents fell apart and she stopped trusting people. She cried all the time and didn't talk to any of her friends. After awhile she realized she was being stupid and needed to get out more. She is is in complete denial about her boyfriend being missing. Jennifer feels like she is at a loss for life, but she is still is trying to cope and become better. Start a new life.

She moved from Pontiac and traveled to Manuka, having heard of the supernatural population. She thought that being around people like her would make her come out of her shell again. Jennifer has somewhat gone back to her old self, buts he still claims her boyfriend is still alive and she will stay loyal to him. She feels he'll come back some day. Jennifer is hoping so much. He couldn't possibly be dead. Jennifer has come to Manuka a changed girl. She is hoping to just have a fresh start and try and leave all those depressing memories behind.

NAME/ALIAS Fiel
AGE Fifteen
TIME ZONE Central Time Zone?
HOW YOU FOUND US From Circe <3
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
RP SAMPLE

The television went out making the room almost completely dark, except for some ray of dull light showing through the broken blinds hanging over the window on the north wall. Katheryn was momentarily scared, then remembered she was 18 years old and laughed. The blinds fell from the window causing Katheryn to jump a questionable height off her bed and yelp with surprise. A quick inspection from her bed told her it was time for an upgrade to curtains. Liven the room up. she thought with dry humor. Her small apartment room was in a bad need of an upgrade.

She had a small twin bed, she had to sleep diagonally on it to fit even a little, with a BarbieTM blanket and SupermanTM sheets. There wasn't even a pillow on her bed, just a balled up extra sheet that didn't stay put. That T.V. that went out moments before was old and desperately said, "Throw me out! Then get a flat screen!" Katheryn would get a new T.V. but she didn't have the money. There was no carpet in her room, just old gray wood flooring. It used to be an actual wood color but after all this time it's dulled.

She was, at the moment, wearing a coffee stained white spaghetti-strap and boy-shorts. Her dark brown hair up. Sighing, she reached for the clicker. It was small old, like her T.V. For a second she pondered why it was called a clicker when it didn't even make a click noise. She pressed the power for two reason, then, one; to turn the T.V. back on and see what noise it made. No noise came to her. It was from that moment on that decided to say remote instead.

Releasing a growl in frustration with the T.V. for not turning back on when she commanded from afar with the cl-remote. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and walked, barefooted, over to the T.V. positioned in front of her bed. Repeatedly, she jabbed the power button. It still didn't turn on. Tipping her head back, she let out a loud long groan. "Fucking T.V.! Work you piece of schist!" She screeched and kicked a stuffed bear across the room. Except it wasn't finished flying when hit the wall unexpectedly and bounced out landing sadly on the floor.

Katheryn stared at it for moment before being interrupted by a buzzing sound emitting from the pile of blanket on her bed. Her phone. Out-dated and black. She lunged at the bed and stuck her hands in the pile. For a moment she pretended the blanket was a blob trying to eat her phone and her hands. She fought and grunted, wriggling on her bed. Accidentally flinging cloths and other items on the floor. Eventually she defeated the 'blob' and retrieved her phone.

It was April. She squealed as butterflies ambushed her stomach. Her phone went flying when she threw up her hands. Still in the honey moon phase, eh, Katheryn?, she thought as she walked over the wall to pick up her scattered phone. She put the battery back in the phone and replaced the back part. While she waited for it to turn back on she brushed her hair out. It was flat, greasy, and gross. She put it back up in a sloppy bun.

Just then her phone let out a little tune signaling her phone was back on. Katheryn walked over to it and browsed it. She had three new text messages. She ignored two of them but replied to the one from April. Her girlfriend. Yep, Katheryn was a lesbian and not so proud. Katheryn was a little awkward with this. It was somewhat new to her. She was scared and not so open with as her sexy partner. Her mother doesn't even know, not that her mom hasn't already had suspicions.

Katheryn read the text. The park? She let another loud long groan and stomped her foot. "I don't want to go to the park." she muttered. Slowly, she replied; complaining about her T.V. and her today appearance. Then awkwardly 'forgetting' to return the nice gesture of saying she missed April as well. She did, but she couldn't bring herself to say so. It was small but big deal. heyy, April, i need a new tv, mine took a shit and wont turn back on, & i dont wanna come to the park! i look like shit:3.

Katheryn still intended on going to the park, however. After sending the text she immediately started to pick out her outfit. She slipped on yellow skinny jeans and a pink tee with a cat wearing glasses on. Something told her it would be a good idea to put a sweatshirt on. After doing so, she applied purple lip gloss and put on an owl necklace. Her nails were already painted green. On her way out the door she grabbed her keys and some flip flops.

The secretary yelled at her on her way out the door for being barefoot. "Put those there flippity floppities on before you hurt your feet or catch a dang cold.", the hill billy lady said. Katheryn groaned inwardly and put them on, then walked out ignoring the ladies scolding for 'groaning at an elder. '

The park wasn't far from her apartment complex, just down two blocks, make a right and then you were there. It was windy out, which Katheryn was glad she wore a jacket for. It didn't take her long to get to the park itself. Then it occurred to her that she didn't know where April was exactly. She groaned, again. Todays favorite noise. "April! April, where are you?" she shouted loudly, not caring about the scene she was making. Which was a pretty big one; she was waving her arm above her head, jumping, and shouting a the name of a month. She got tired after a moment and started walking down a path, but one of her flip flops stroke concrete slab, that was slightly high than the rest, and fell flat on her face. It was extremely embarrassing and whats worse what the loud obnoxious noise she made. It was along the lines of Paheeewwappa!

[KEL]

A C C E P T E D
WELCOME TO NIGHTMARE! <33
don't forget those sexy claims <3