CHENNING, Jessena Faith

[jessena]

JESSENA FAITH CHENNING !?
'leaving me untended, so little left to give'

FULL NAME Her original name was Jessena, but she changed it to Jessena Faith Chenning when she fell.
NICKNAMES Jessie
AGE 150 years old, appears 17
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY April 16
SPECIES Fallen Angel
ALLIANCE Neutral.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Candice Accola
EYES Green
HAIR Blonde, long, straight
BODY TYPE Slim
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 135?
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES the scars on her shoulder blades where her wings used to be.
STYLE She likes to keep her style simple and comfortable. A dress or a pair of jeans and a nice shirt would be good enough for her. Since she doesn't have that much money, she can't really afford anything that costs that much, but she still manages to find some nice things in thrift stores and at stores like Wal-Mart or something like that.

LIKES At least 10.

• music
  
• singing
  
• dancing
  
• children
  
• playing guitar
  
• the few friends she has made since she fell
  
• strawberry ice cream
  
• reading magazines
  
• some of the classes at her school
  
• experiencing new things
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• demons
  
• the angels that cast her down from Heaven
  
• anyone wanting to hurt her
  
• the nightmares she has nearly every night
  
• flashbacks that come on so suddenly, even though she has been on Earth for a year
  
• God, at the moment, because she doesn't understand why he told those angels to take away her wings
  
• not being able to fly
  
• the aching pain that come with her scars on her back. It's like her wings are still there, but she can't see or feel them.
  
• getting hurt physically and emotionally
  
• hates seeing people she cares about in pain
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• hiding
  
• lying
  
• keeping people at a distance
  
• still has some of her angelic powers
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• still feels an urge to protect those who can't protect themselves
  
• is most vulnerable when her scars are hurting or she is experiencing flashbacks
  
• not knowing who she can trust
  
• often has no one to turn to for help
  

HABITS At least 3.

• taps her fingers or foot along to the rhythm of a song or hums along to it.
  
• often is very alert, as if a part of her is afraid that someone is gonna hurt her at any moment.
  
• often sleeps in a fetal position
  

FEARS At least 3.

• someone finding out how vulnerable she is and using it against her
  
• never being accepted by the heavenly angels and God again
  
• always being alone
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• to be an angel again
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• She doesn't like to tell anyone she knows about the day she fell, about the flashbacks, or the pain she feels every day coming from the place her wings used to be.
  

OVERALL
She absolutely loves music, especially singing. She also likes dancing, most of her classes at school, ice cream, reading books, looking at magazines, and hanging out with the few friends she has made since she began to go to school. She also loves church and God, even though she doesn’t understand why he cast her out of Heaven. She hates remembering the day she was forced to fall, the pain that comes with her scars, demons, vampires, and anything else that wants to hurt her. She also doesn’t like getting hurt, whether it is emotionally or physically. She hates seeing other people she cares about getting hurt, especially if it is her fault that they got hurt. She hates being ostracized by the divine angels and not knowing why they forced her to fall. She doesn’t like being overwhelmed, nightmares, feeling helpless or scared, and not knowing who she can trust and rely on.

She is good at lying, covering stuff up, pretending, and keeping people at a distance. She also has a wonderful singing voice. She is mature and doesn’t act like most girls that are at her school, but since she is a couple of decades older than them, that’s no surprise. She is a fast runner and still has fast reflexes, but they’re not as fast a divine angel’s or a demon’s. She is very innocent, especially when the scars on her back and the nightmares get to her. She tries her best to hide this from everyone around her. She often tries not to get help from others, even when she desperately needs it, because she doesn’t want them to see her that vulnerable. When she is nervous or scared, she sometimes biting her lip or twirls a strand of her blonde hair. She sometimes says or does things that gets her in trouble and then doesn’t know how to get out of the situation she is in.

She often dreams of getting her wings and powers back and of flying again. She dreams of falling in love and having children. She hopes to one day have these things and to be able to go to sleep without being afraid of seeing the angels ripping her wings from her shoulder blades and then leaving her to cry.

She is terrified of demons. For as long as she can remember, she has been told to fear them and she has, even when she fell. Plus, there’s that little fact that they are one of the beings that would really enjoy torturing her before they killed her. She is scared of dreaming about the day she fell and lately that has been all she has been able to dream about. She can’t seem to get it out of her head. Lastly, she is afraid that she will never find true love.

MOTHER N/A
FATHER God.
SIBLINGS Her fellow angels and fallen angels.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Friends, Significant other, Who you live with.
ETHNICITY Appears american.
WEALTH STATUS Low income.
OVERALL
For as long as she could remember, Jessena has been an angel. She has seen the same things her siblings have. Angels didn’t have any known parents so she has always thought of God as her one and only father. However, he doesn’t speak to them as often as a father should to his children. Jessena used to love her father unconditionally. That is, until she had her wings taken away from her.

She isn’t sure what she did to deserve being cast down from Heaven. She thought that perhaps she had done something wrong, disobeyed in some way. No one had given her any answers. They just threw her away like she was a piece of garbage. To this day, she is afraid of going to sleep, because every time she does, she dreams of the day they took away her wings. From time to time, she will feel sharp pain on her back in the places her wings used to be. When this happens, she takes a cold shower to ease the pain, but it doesn’t help much.

Jessena hasn’t made any friends since becoming a fallen angel. She has stayed to herself, not sure who she can trust. She knows that anyone she meets might be an enemy of hers in disguise. For this reason, she often eavesdrops on people’s conversations, but usually doesn’t join in. She is often lonely, tries not to feel anything. When she does feel sad or angry, she will sing, dance, or play her guitar in the privacy of her home. She knows that one day she might do something that will earn her wings back, but it’s not likely she will do it anytime soon. For now, she is living in the here and now. Jessena is just trying to get through the day without meeting another angel or some other supernatural being that might want to do her harm.

NAME/ALIAS Brittney
AGE 20 years old
TIME ZONE Eastern
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OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP SAMPLE

It’s been a little over a year since Jessena has fallen from grace and the images of that horrific day still haunted her every night in her dreams. At first, when she first drifted off to sleep, she didn’t dream of anything, but that would change around one o’clock. That would be when she would see the faces of the angels that would hold her down while a third one would rip her wing from the shoulder blade on her left side of her back. In the dream, she would cry out in pain as she shut her eyes and curled her hands into fists. Pain would radiate through the left side of her back while she felt the angel standing over her grip the wing on her right side. She would beg for mercy, but would never receive any. Instead, the wing he had in his grip would be torn from her back. After a few minutes, the angel standing above her would beckon to the ones that were holding her down to let her go and follow him out of the room they were in. As they left, she curled into a ball as the wounds on her back began to bleed.

This was the same dream she dreamt that night and around six o’clock the next morning she bolted upright in bed, gasping. She looked around her room, half expecting the angels from her nightmares to be standing there in her bedroom. Fortunately for her, though, she was all by herself. She found that the scars on her shoulder blades were hurting again. Wincing in pain as she got out of bed, she placed her bare feet on the wooden floor and walked over to her bedroom door.

As she left her bedroom and entered the hallway, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned. She then made her way to her small bathroom. The apartment she has been living in for the past few months was the only thing she could afford while paying for all of the bills she had to pay for, working at the diner, and going to school. The people at her school thought that she was living with the fallen angel that was posing as her father every so often and she did in the beginning, but she knew that she couldn’t rely on other people. She could only rely on herself. After all, she knew that anyone that she is close to now might be gone tomorrow.

Coming back to the here and now, she turned the knobs in the shower to luke warm and then began to take off her nightshirt, shorts, and underwear. After she did so, she stepped into the shower, closed the curtain, and let the water run down her aching back. When the water ran over the scars on her shoulder blades, she winced. She fell last year, but the places her wings had been at still hurt. It has become more tolerable and easier to hide them these past few months, but the pain kept coming back. She wished she had someone she trusted completely to comfort her, but she was too afraid to get close to anyone.

After she finished taking a shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and went to her bedroom. Once she reached it, she went to her closet, opened it, and began to sift through the clothes hanging on the hangers. She soon decided on a t-shirt and blue jean shorts. Throwing them on her bed, she got dried off, put on a clean bra and hipster panties, and then the rest of the outfit she had picked out. With the wet towel in hand, she returned to the bathroom, hanged the towel on the rack, and then turned towards the sink and the mirror hanging above it. She picked up her brush and ran it through her damp hair. As she did so, she looked at her reflection and noticed how tired she looked. She wasn’t sure when the last time she had a peaceful night of rest was. All she could remember for the past few months was dreaming of that awful day. When will that memory go away? She wondered as she put down her brush and turned away from the mirror and her reflection. When will I finally be at peace?

Five minutes later, she was walking down the street towards the school she attended five days a week. On her feet, she wore sneakers that looked to be worn down some. In her right hand, she held the strap of her backpack and she could feel the weight of the textbooks, notebooks, and other school supplies in it. Since she didn’t own a car, she had to walk to school every day, rain or shine, hoped that she didn’t run into anyone that might want to hurt her. In the past one hundred fifty years she has been alive, she has made quite a few enemies, particularly the supernatural kind. As far as she knows, none of them knew that she has fallen and she would prefer to keep it that way. The only ones that know that she has fallen are the divine and fallen angels she has come in contact with since it happened. Would they tell a demon, vampire, or anybody else about me? She wondered with a worried expression on her beautiful face as she finally arrived at the edge of where her school was located.

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