Post by victory ;; <3 on Dec 16, 2011 0:28:01 GMT -5
| Jesse Clara Jones | Female Human | 16 Years | victory ;; <3
Jesse Jones, or, more common to those who know her, Clara, is a pretty little girl of sixteen. Her hair is a waterfall of wavy gold with a pretty sheen that is naturally highlighted with both white-gold and pale honey-brown. Her skin isn't too tan, nor too pale, and she's tall, just not towering. She has a slender, athletic body, though she does no sports, with curves in just the right places. She has a pretty heart-shaped face and bright cerulean-aqua eyes tinted hazel-green near the pupil. Her iris is rimmed with smokey grey and she has honey-brown lashes that she darkens with black mascara. There is a light spray of freckles across her nose, but they're so pale you could've imagined them. She has full, light pink doll lips and high cheekbones. Mo has a small white scar lashed across forehead from falling from a window and landed on the cement blocks below.
Clara can be called bipolar, though she is not. She would rather stay light-hearted and happy then feel angry, but she's got a short temper. It's hard to anger her unless repeating yourself or you're family, who knows how to get under her skin. She's silly and clumsy and some say she walks like Jack Sparrow when she's happy for she's always tripping and stumbling into doors, walls, and other solid objects. She's quote kind-hearted and doesn't like blood, but she isn't afraid to lash out. She's sarcastic and a bit hot-headed and likes to think she's always right. If you get on her bad side she'll give you quite the mental torture with her sharp tongue. She's quick-witted and has average reflexes, though she's faster when scared and slower when she's happy-drunk.
Clara has had a hard-ish life. She lived in a family of eight with two younger sisters who knew exactly what to do to drive her over the edge. Unfortunately, her sisters were like Mary Poppins to her mother, practical perfect in every way, and Clara was always punished for their misbehavings. While her sisters were "pictures of innocence," Clara looked to her older brother resulting in a more boyish, daring attitude and making her quick to bite back. She took to slugging classes or school all together, refusing homework, vandalizing, etcetera, like Luke, her 17-year-old brother.
Clara lived with animals her whole life, mainly cats with a few dogs here and there, so she has small scars lacing her arms and legs from tiny claws. Right now she owns a large black cat named Mickey and a small, fluffy white she-kitten called Alex. Mickey, being especially violent and lazy, is the main producer of scars.
At a young age, Clara fell from a window in her home, accidentally breaking the screen and tumbling out headfirst onto the cold, hard cement flooring and vitamin blocks. She was given stitches where she sliced her forehead open and now proudly displays a single snowy white line.
EXAMPLE RP POST ;;
Jesses Clara Jones, or just Clara to you, shoved her hands in the pockets of her faded jeans, smiling as her breath fogged in front of her, billowing into her face. Her blue eyes danced with amusement as she repeated the process over and over, watching intently as it froze and disappeared. Glancing down, golden hair framing her face, Clara eyed the frosted ground, boots scoffing the powdered snow. She wrapped her jacket tighter around her shivering body as her faze flickered to the grey sky.
I hate winter, she thought dismally. The only good part's your breath. And Christmas.
Clara's thoughts were broken by the sound of thudding footsteps. "Clara!"
The blonde smiled and turned to meet her 'twin.'
"Ray!" She greeted enthusiastically at Rachel who was now out of breath. "How are you?"