Jack;;Hill

[Jack Hill]

Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname): Jack
Age: 17
How long have you done this? For about 7 years
How good are you at graphics? If i have the program which at this point i don't, 9/10.

Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name: Jack Hill
Age: Sixteen
Grade: Eleven
Birthday: 9 / October

The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Jac Vanek
Sample Picture (Please Don't Stretch Screen):

General Appearance (2-3 well written paragraphs):
Eyes
The thing you will find about Jack is the fact that each time
you see her she will usually have different colored eyes, no
she is not of the devil, she just adores her colored contacts.
One day you may catch her with her voids all white blanked
out with a white colored disk and at times they will be red
and blood shot, sometimes it's the contacts sometimes it's
just her. Either way her normal eye color is silver blue but
she often likes to change it up.
Hair
You could never predict what Jacks hair will be the next time
you see it. From streaks to full out color this girl has it all and
she won't let anyone dictate what he next color is going to
be. The thing about Jack that she loves is the fact that she
has the element of surprise on her side and she loves to see
the look on peoples faces when she shows up with a head
of orange or green hair. You could say for a fact that
Jacks crowning glory is her hair, and it wouldn't be a word of
a lie.
Conformation
Annorexic is a word that would often come to mind when you
see Jack, she is extremely skinny weighing in at only
97lbs, standing only 4'9. This girl is quite a small one and most
of her friends would go as far as to call her bite sized. But
you better be careful when saying it because she will only take
it from her best of friends and won't put up with shit like
that from anyone else. Yes Jack did have a spell of annorexia
and i guess that you could say that she still is, but she is
self-concious about her weight and hates people telling her
about it or commenting on it, so watch your words.
Style
A styler all her own is one way to describe Jack, one day she
may be decked out in colors that wouldn't match if you tried
and than there are the days that she is all black and rather
goth looking. Though she is really neather she prefers to
be regarded as her 'own style' the 'Jack' style is what most
would call it and i guess that really when you think about it,
it is the Jack style and nothing at all is going to change this
girl and her love for clothes and changing them around.
Peircings
Don't you even get me started on peircings, jack has wanted
so many for so long, since she saw her first peircing on a
guy walking down the street she has been crazy about them.
At this point in time Jack holds 2 tongue peircings vertically,
ears 5 times on each side along with a industrial on one ear,
and a chest peircing between her breasts.
Tattoos
Like i said about the peircings the same is true about the
tattoos, Jack loves them to death and plans on getting as
many as she can. At this point in time she holds a bleeding
heart on the inside of her right wrist and the coffin emblem
on her left him down by her pants line. Looking at more at
this point she has gone to so many different studios in search
of that perfect design.
The Charm;

Fears (at least 3):
x..Clowns
x..Cats
x..Creepy looking bugs

Hobbies (at least 3):
x..Photography
x..Writing Poetry
x..Collecting cool rocks
x..Playing guitar

Likes (at least 5):
x..Photography
x..Poetry in the dark
x..Her hair
x..Hair die
x..Alcohol
x..Partying
X..INVADER ZIM
x..Boys
x..Her infamous sunglasses
x..Being random
x..Slip-ons
x..Illegal things
x..Walking with no place to go
x..Pictures
x..Her black eyeliner
x..Sarcasm toward others
x..Horror movies
x..WINTER
x..Nail polish
x..Eyeliner
x..Eyeliner in the colors of the rainbow
x..Cigarettes
x..Prime Times
x..Oh you know there are many more

Dislikes (at least 5):
x..Preps
x..Bitches
x..Fakers/posers
x..Whores
x..Hot dogs
x..Food
x..Meat pretty much all the times
x..Backstabbers
x..Cats
x..People that worry about her weight

General Personality (2-3 well written paragraphs):
That oh so thick outer shell protects Jack from the
outside world, sort of like a sheltered child or a person
living in a bubble. Jack sticks to herself and very rarely
will start a random conversation when in one of her
'moods'. The reason she has no friends is the fact that
people don't ever come up to her, asking her things,
they all just call her the freak emo in the corner. Well
you can't change the way she is so if you don't like it
than leave her alone and don't bother telling her something
that she has already heard.

On occasion this girl will just walk up to you randomly, Yes
she has that funny random side that when you get her
going she will never stop. Don't get your hopes up though,
even if she is drunk those are the times when she just
likes to party. it sort of sad though that she drinks mostly
in her room.

But don't get Jack wrong becuase behind that hard
exterior there is a cute lovable and random girl that loves
things that make no sense. She can be the greatest person
to hang around with but because of her past her friends
are chosen with the utmost care. She knows people inside
out and backward and if you fake it she'll drop you faster
than you know. Be a friend to her and she'll love you forever
and if you can wait around long anough to squeeze past
that shell you'll like what you find inside.

Theres a girl in there that just longs to be let free from
the memories that haunt her and the life that she
left behind. Don't get her wrong this girl fights this every
day of her life and for her to be so happy all the time
or atleast look like it, well lets just say that takes work and
for Jack the work has been put in and it's time to see the
real colors of this girl that deep down just wants to have
fun.

People in Jack's opinion are not always to be trusted and
don't get her wrong she has run into her fair share of
people that she can't trust and no one can blame her
for being like that, she had cut herself off from the rest of
the world only in hopes that the hurt that she has
been aflicted by will eventually fade and she may find
someone that is worth what she has to offer.

The Past;
Birth Place: Christchurch / New Zealand
Hometown: Christchurch
General History (3 well written paragraphs):

You can't tell her whole life from start to finish
because the pain and hurt held in that story are the
vitalities to the way Jack is now and the bloodlines
that coarse through her at her every breath. Her life
in shambles built her to be the person that she is
today and though at times that person reflects the
hurt that she has lived day to day it also reflects how
strong she really is.

Growing up in a rather normal home, well if you want
to define normal it is the fact that on the outside they
looked like the greatest family in the world. Loving,
caring and never saying a word out of place, a picture
book family with an amazing father and that loving
mother that had only time to love. But once behind
closed doors, a place few had seen and than spoke
of, the hidden part that they tucked away so easily
was released and you found out just the way that they
all really acted, a shocking reality and a twist in this
picture book life.

An abusive father with a drinking problem, and a
inability to withold his anger from his wife and child.
A small child caught in the middle of all that abuse
and a mother just trying to hold it all together. I guess
you could say that, that was something like how the
Hill family functioned. It was chaos when no one was
around, and that story book life that everyone thought
they lived was just a very well concealed lie.

You would never know that Jack was once a person
that was open to people just wanting to talk and have
fun. From one break-up to another a broken promise
a well concealed lie and the truth that desperately
wanted to get out, there was a girl underneath all the
rubble that wanted to come out and be what she
wanted to be not what people thought that she was.

The death of a boyfriend, though he deserved it
becuase of a rape that happend that wasn't supposed
to happen. It was hard for her to get past that thing,
the trust she lost is hard to be regained. It was a stitch
on a tapestry that was held together now only with hopes
and dreams of one day starting over and getting away
from the abuse the hurt the pain. The mother that loved
her and the father that hated her, the people around
her that she hid so much from.

Build, something that with Jack becomes a touchy topic.
Her weight in her opinion is her own buisness. Well i
guess you could say that goes way
back, to times when life wasn't as easy as it looks
now. To times when people found her less than
atractive, both in and out of her house. Her thin
stature looks almost anorexic some may say and
that is becuase it is. Jack suffers from an
undiagnosed case of anorexia. Becuase she
doesn't believe that she has it she finds ways to
get out of going to to the doctor and claims that
the reason she doesn't eat is becuase she has a
small stomach and is not hungrey often.

An escape viewed through a small window but not at
all the way that Jack had envisioned it, becuase to let
her leave this hell one thing would have to be sacrificed
and that was the life of a loved one. Taken so savagely
from her without her consent and at such a young age
as well. Her mother the one that had held that fragile
hope and fed that dwindling flame was taken from her
in drunken rage by a man that now was only seen
from between bars.

I guess you could say it was a fitting end to the cruel
beginning, but it wasn't the end, just a new beginning
for a girl that wondered what life really felt like from
outside those walls that had held her for those first few
years.

The Relatives;
(If you use pictures, please make them 100x100)
Father's Name: James Hill
Father's Age (if dead please say so): 53
Father's Job (if retired please say so): Lawyer

Mother's Name: Jeanne Hill
Mother's Age (if dead please say so): Deceased
Mother's Job (if retired please say so): N/A

Siblings (Name-Age-Gender): Only Child

Other Family:
Pets: Pit bull puppy named, Norington, or toby

The Conclusion;
Anything Else? Not that i can think of at this moment
Rp Sample?

Jack was just alone tonight she
was just the way she loved to be. And the place that she
had chosen was one that not many people were venture,
actually many people were fear to venture down the dark
alleys at two in the morning, oh yes that is what i said, two
in the morning. The great thing about this was the only
people Jack would even thought to have maybe possibly
met were people that felt just the way she did, and usually
not any girl either. That was always a bonus.

Flipping her head the bleach blonde tendrils slipped back
distorting the darkened version of the alleyway that she
had never been down before. Caught out walking alone not
able to sleep and to her surprise and ultimate luck she
had stumbled upon this sacred place. Sure to see
someone that would try to grab her or rape her or
something, surprisingly Jack was out here despite the fact
that, that main thing would be the reason for keeping most
at home. She would never speak of it to just anyone, and
noone even knew about it. She had kept it to herself since
it had happend and now more than ever she actually felt
sick to her stomach down this alley hopping that it
wouldn't happen again. Jack knew martial arts, having done
a few classes way back when but there was no saying that
it would help her. The most she could do is what she
had learned and other than that she just had to shrug and
wish that she had learned more when she had the chance.

The peaceful though erie tranquility of this dark alley
amazingly though inhabited by the dark was not a home to
the smell that usually lingered in such a place. Though it
wasn't desirable Jack loved the dark, she loved the cold
dark corners of the world of the city. Places she would be
least likely to run into anyone, a good thing in Jacks mind.
But that also held her more vunerable to those that wanted
to harm her, something that she tried to put out of hermind
at every passing moment of the day. A feat that though she
had lived with for a long time, still came as a challenge when
she was both awake and asleep.

Cold silver voids scanned the immobile pit before her a she
saw no end to this path and if there was one there was no
light at the end to guide her monotonous wander over
the uneven cobbled pavement that had obviously more than
a few crack in it. Catching her balance after she tripped
over something that her voids couldn't see she flipped her
head around, pushing her hands into her pocket she flicked
her tongue ring against her teeth as she pulled it and let
it go over and over again. Her hand dug into fists in
the pockets of her black plaid pants. Her black and red
halo moss shirt heald a skullwith wings and a halo aswell as
a bleeding star carved into it's forehead. it was among
her favorite of shirts.

No she wasn't nervous, it was more of a rush making her
way down a path that rendered her blind to the normal
eye. What she needed right now was night vision, ha ya right
like that would work and plus it would make it so much
less exciting. Picking her way and attempting to stay to what
she thought was the middle the flicker of a light from a
window on her left illuminated the outlines of what looked to
be a few trash cans and quite a few blobs of darkness. The
eary nature of this place just grew as her step quickend and
the memories flooded back.
'A scared girl, a dark street. Having run was the best idea
but only if she could have kept ahead, her energy had
dwindled the first sign of failure to remain in contol of
this situation. The cold mercelous darkness that had hidden
her just not enough from the one that sought her out. A
last feeble attempt at running had left her powerless to
endure above it all. His cold hands catching her in a tight
grip, her arms pinned at her sides. The hand that covered
her mouth.'
Jack dropped to the ground after tripping over another crack
and without the will to regain the step her knees caught
the rough surface first as he hands touched down and her
head hunched over the sickening feeling comming forth as
she gagged in a feeble attempt to throw up what she
hadn't eaten to begin with. Slumping over the horrible
memories continued,
'That dark room, the rank smell the cold posts and the
even colder eyes. Her screams were usless as the hand
was replaced with ball of cloth. Restricted movement and all
that filled her auds was the sound of tearing clothing and
his horrible voice, a voice that would haunt her forever, "Time
to play Jackiebabe". '
Shaking her head the tears rushed form her voids as she
couldn't catch them fast enough pulling herself into a corner
and wedging her small frame up against a dumpster and the
cold uneven wall she dropped her head nad shook it trying to
rid herself of the memories the voices the thoughts, all that
came with that horrible time. That unspeakable act.


Completed August / 8 / 07

[Halley Mitchell]

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