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Title: LINKIN, JENNIFER


jennifer linkin - July 7, 2007 04:16 AM (GMT)
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JENNIFER mae LINKIN


[out of character]


Name;; Marissa, Ris, whatever. (:
Age;; 16
Activity;; I try to get on at least once a day, but it’s summer, and things come up.
Other;; Nada.


[this is a seasonal affair]


Nickname;; Jenny, Jen, Jenna, Jenners.
Gender;; Female.
Orientation;; Straight.

Age;; Seventeen.
Birthdate;; June 29th.
Occupation;; Model.


[watch those jaws drop]


<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Eye Colour;; Brown.
Hair Colour;; Brown, with hints of lighter browns and darker blondes in the summer.
Height;; 5’7’’
Weight;; 124 lbs.
Body Type;; Slender, slightly toned, & moderately curvy.
Tattoos or Piercings;; Ears pierced once, & a small cross tattooed on the inside of her left wrist for her father.
Scars;; --
Most Notable Feature;; Probably her full lips, more specifically that million-dollar smile.
Appearance;;
    When she was younger, Jenny never seemed to fit in with the other little girls she attended school with. Her olive skin was darker, her lips too thick, and her figure too curvy. She couldn’t compare with the petite, cream-colored girls with bright blue eyes and “perfect” figures. With age, however, Jenny grew out of her awkward stage, to say the least. Her short height caught up with her curves, her once stout figure now lean and hour-glass like. Jennifer learned to love her appearance for what it was, without being too wrapped up in it, of course. Her skin has a healthy glow year-round, and she has grown to see her full lips as one of her best features, rather than a flaw. So, Jennifer is certainly not your conventional bombshell, the ones sought after and envied in cliché films, that's for sure. Nevertheless, it is only just to say that Jenny is beautiful in her own way, and I'm not talking about how "beautiful" her heart is. Jenny’s unique, borderline exotic look landed her a career in modeling, and now she may be seen parading down a local runway, or in a minor magazine spread. It is argued that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but let's face it, we all know a pretty face when we see one.

    Jenny’s locks are of a rich, chocolate shade, though the sun brings out hints of a lighter brown, brightening up her look. Naturally, her hair falls in loose waves, a bit past her shoulders. It is not rare for Jennifer to keep her hair in its natural state. The style is evidently convenient, and still presentable without the heavy products and ironing. On the other hand, Jenny has been one to change things up a bit. Now and then, she'll take the ever-so-brilliant flat iron to her silky tresses, straightening her waves for a more clean-cut look. She does avoid straightening her hair too much, though, for fear of damaging the head of hair she is so proud of. Hair care is sort of a fetish for the girl. Some people like eyeliner, or whatever, and Jennifer likes healthy hair. Side-sweeping bangs are long enough to be carelessly tucked behind her ears, but short enough to make a statement.

    While some may disagree, Jenny argues that her eyes are certainly not her best feature. She has always envied those with bright blue or green eyes, growing bored with her own big, brown eyes. The large size of her eyes was something Jenny was actually satisfied with, though, as well as the coy shape. Naturally long, thick lashes add to the volume of her eyes, another feature she doesn't mind. Little make up is worn, just enough to highlight her best features without hiding them. Subtle liner, if any at all, is applied to her eyelids, mascara swept over her lashes. The rest of the cosmetics department is quite simple for Jennifer. A lightweight moisturizer quenches her clear skin, and a sheer lip balm smoothed over her full, plump lips. Jenny’s father once informed her that without a smile, a designer outfit and trendy hairstyle was absolutely worthless. It had always sounded so cliché and silly to her at the time, but subconsciously, she sticks to the advice. Dental hygiene is another one of her so-called fetishes, and after two years of braces back in junior high, Jenny was left with a brilliant smile.

    Luckily for Jenny, she inherited her mother's feminine figure, and her father’s taller height. Adding the two together, the product is the ideal model’s body. Standing at a solid 5’7’’, Jenny is towards the shorter side of the model height spectrum, but she can’t really complain, seeing as her height hasn’t kept her from modeling. Jenny was introduced to athletics at an early age. When she was younger, she went through different sports as frequently as she went through underwear. Not exactly, but you get the point. She eventually found enjoyment through soccer and track. The years of long practices and hard work have sculpted Jenny’s body into a state that she is content with. When she dropped out of high school, she was forced to part with the school’s athletics. That didn’t keep her from exercising, though, and Jenny has made a habit out of jogging and pilates.
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[birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder]


<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Loves;;
    » her friends.
    » meeting new people.
    » modeling.
    » dancing.
    » music.
    » singing. [ not very well ]
    » yoga.
    » nightswimming.
    » thunderstorms.
    » sunrise&set.
    » kisses.
    » surprises.
    » challenges.
    » aviator shades.
    » pictures.
    » thai food.
    » traveling.
    » laughing.
    » beaches.
    » rain.
    » intelligent conversations.
    » reading.
    » writing.
    » joyrides.
    » getting lost. [happens often]
    » relaxing.
    » but also having fun.
    » late nights.
    » sleeping in.
    » tea.
Hates;;
    » being used.
    » liars.
    » cheaters.
    » fakes.
    » the fact that she easily contradicts herself.
    » loud eaters.
    » being wrong.
    » having to admit that she’s wrong.
    » when people are too quick to judge.
    » math.
    » waking up early.
    » when no good songs are on the radio.
    » black licorice.
    » losing things. [ or people]
    » the smell of gasoline.
Fears;;
    » her wedding will pull through, and no one will stop it.
    » being unhappy with her future.
    » losing another loved one.
    » spiders. [arachnophobia]
Habits;;
    » chews the inside of her cheeks. for no reason, really.
    » tends to stare without realizing it.
    » thinks out loud.
    » laughs when she shouldn't.
Personality;;
    Upon meeting our darling Jennifer, most tend to find it quite easy to get along with her. She has a genuine air about her, an evident self-assurance. Jenny is comfortable in her own skin. She doesn’t care about what people think about her. However, this is not to say that she doesn’t wonder what people think of her. She has always been a curious little thing, and can’t help but imagine what pops into people’s minds when they hear her name. Sure, it would be nice if they thought of the girl of their dreams, or perhaps even some sort of role model, but she wouldn’t pay much attention if they didn’t. After all, while beautiful, Jennifer isn’t in a position most would long to be in right now, even she can see that. With seventeen years of living, one thing Jenny has learned is that not everyone is going to love you, or even like you. What is important is that you receive the respect that everyone is naturally entitled to. Perhaps not everyone agrees with this- hell, if they did, would this cursed war be happening? Maybe, but that’s not what is important. Jenny’s self-esteem is a trait that usually causes others to be comfortable around her, unless they’re all awkward and whatnot. In that case, there’s really nothing Jennifer can do about it except smile and make a mental note that not everyone is exactly like her. In fact, no one is exactly like her. That can only be a good thing though, right?

    From an early age, Jenny displayed ambition like no other, a trait that has stuck with her through the years. She knows what she wants, and if it isn’t handed to her on a silver platter, she’ll go after it on her own. Jenny is used to getting whatever it is that she wants, but lately all of her needs and wants are abstract- nothing her mother can buy for her. And, when something is out of reach, it only fuels her desire even more. It has been said that that is one of man’s greatest flaws; the desire for what we can’t have. While unfortunate, it is nothing but true for Jennifer. She wants to escape her arranged marriage, but the possibility of that seems out of her control. She wants to be with Jacob, or Scott, but she’s engaged. She wants to love her fiancé, but that is absolutely out of the question and completely unnatural. Mainly, she would love the opportunity to rearrange her future. However, as wonderful as it sounds, it’s only an option in her dreams. Jennifer’s strong will and ambition are linked to one of her more prominent traits, and what most would consider a flaw. She can be stubborn. No, she is the epitome of stubborn. If she feels strongly about something, it will take beyond a great deal of convincing to change her mind. Even with persistent persuasion, there's no certainty that Jennifer will sway her feelings. She doesn’t force anyone to agree with her, as long as they do not force her to change her mind. Everyone is entitled to their own ideas and what they see as right, and Jenny exercises this right quite often.

    While Jennifer enjoys being around others and an occasional social event as much as the next teen-aged girl, she doesn't depend on other people for a good time. She has just enough confidence to spend time out on her own, secure with or without a horde of friends surrounding her. Jennifer values her alone time, for it is “reflection” time. Truth be told, Jenny’s life seems to be growing crazier by the minute, and all the while her tolerance is diminishing. In order to keep herself from cracking, sometimes Jenny just needs some time to think and reflect. She's also grown partial to yoga and simple meditation methods, which much to her pleasant surprise, help stimulate her nerves. Modeling is another outlet for her, probably because it’s one factor in her life that hardly falters. Her career has been running smoothly, especially for such an early start, and her consistent success is something that calms her. Being so laidback, Jenny doesn't let simple problems get under her skin. She doesn't feel that many petty problems are important enough to trigger a reaction or confrontation, so she lets them go. She is a raw follower of the phrase, “don't sweat the small stuff.” After all, Jennifer has bigger problems on her plate to deal with- there’s no time for silly arguments about gossip or stressing over a scheduling conflict.

    You may assume that with such an easygoing personality, Jennifer would allow people to walk all over her. However, this assumption doesn't apply to Miss Linkin. In fact, she's never been afraid to stick up for herself, as long as someone gives her a good reason to. An immature, shallow remark may be dismissed with a simple wave, but comments or actions that are strong and deep enough to reach Jenny’s core will never go unnoticed. She doesn't like to make scenes and avoids them at all costs. Screaming and slapping are no ways to resolve something, in her mind. Jenny has never been a firm believer in violence, and she can’t see herself supporting the war anytime soon. Can she really be blamed for this, though? In her eyes, the war has done nothing but steal the lives of innocent men- men she knew, her own father. And now, the war threatens the life of her best friend, Jacob, whom she also harbors strong feelings for. No matter how important for the country, Jenny will always resent the war. Anyways, the way Jenny sees it is that the best way to handle a situation is through words. She has enough wit to overpower any punch with her tongue, and that is not meant literally. In short, Jennifer doesn't search for or feed off of disputes, but she has too much self-respect to allow people to use her as their doormat.

    Just as she would for herself, Jennifer stands up for her friends. Her friends mean a whole lot to her, and it's safe to say that Jenny is nothing but loyal in terms of friendship. She builds strong bonds with people, and treasures them more than anything. Without her friends by her side, Jennifer isn’t so sure she’d be able to make it through everything that’s been happening to her. The recent events in her life have been swirling, hovering high above her head constantly. She can’t seem to shake her anxious thoughts, and it is her friends who keep her grounded. Even if they’re lying through their teeth when they tell her “it will be okay,” it’s comforting to know that she’s cared for. Jennifer has always considered herself to be a reasonably strong person. She controls her own actions, and is usually able to think things through before she acts. However, Jenny tends to over think things – especially regarding her future – and she typically psyches herself out. This has been occurring more often than not lately. Her friends help as far as comforting her, but at this point, Jenny is scared shitless of her future. In spite of this, she wears a smile and prances around as those who know her expect her to. Maybe, just maybe, she can fool everyone around her into thinking she’s okay. In reality, the only person Jenny is trying to fool is herself.

    As far as the romance department goes, Jenny would never be classified as a slut, to put it bluntly. She finds it pathetic to see girls draping themselves over shallow guys any chance they get, and refuses to ever do so herself. Most guys around town know by now that she isn't an easy catch. It's not that Jenny is unbearably choosey when it comes to dating; it's just that she hates to think of herself as another notch on some asshole's bedpost. And sadly, that's the way many of the world’s testosterone-driven teens consider their “conquests.” This is not to say that Jenny is cold to anyone of the opposite gender- she gets along great with guys with her outgoing personality. And before her dreaded engagement, with the company of alcohol, there were some harmless hook-ups now and then. But when anyone started pushing for some thoughtless sex, Jenny would draw the line. Some might consider the girl a romantic for this, for the fact that she'd like some genuine feelings in her relationships. But Jenny just considers it to be self-respect. It’s safe to say that if Jenny discovered the reason behind the sudden rage of engagements, she would be far from pleased.
outgoing. stubborn. charismatic. loyal.</span>

[an old man gave me a tip]


<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Family;; Sister, Tohna Linkin.
Love Interests;; Liam Forester, Jacob Bones Jr., & Scott Jackson.
Other Involved Characters;; Cassandra Whitaker.

History;;
    July 16, 1991 was a hot summer day in St. Peters. The sun was shining, peaking over the wisps of clouds that blotted the pale sky. Most people were soaking in the sun at the beach, making the most of their swimming pools, or simply their air-conditioned homes. However, for Dianna Linkin, the stifling temperature and humidity was nothing to celebrate. She was giving birth, and for her first time at that. Her husband, Jonathan, was by her side, his hand being restlessly squeezed by his wife, who was deep into her labor and long overdue. After a period of pain and frustration that lasted longer than anticipated, Dianna brought her first, beautiful baby girl into the world; Jennifer Mae. For the first year in her life, it was all eyes on Jenny. Then, about a year or so later, Tohna was born. And you know what? It was still all eyes on Jenny, or at least a good deal of the time. Jenny didn’t demand her parents’ attention, not intentionally, at least. Perhaps it was just one of the perks of being the first-born. Jenny was the first-timer for everything for both Dianna and Jonathan, she marked each milestone and set the footsteps that Tohna was to follow.


    Growing up, Jenny seemed to be living the life. At least, in the eyes of a child. She resided in a lovely home in St. Peters with her mother and father, and Tohna. The house seemed perfect for the small family, very roomy but nothing too open. Jenny grew up with all of her desires, though she never really asked for all that much. Instead of dolls, she’d ask to go to the zoo, or the mall, whatever. Jenny was considerably close with her family, and it seemed the Linkins would live happily in their small town haven forever. However, some things don't always go as planned, and ‘happily ever after’ doesn’t truly exist, or so Jenny is convinced. Jenny’s father, Jonathan, was called off to war when she was eleven years old. The time that he was away, the Linkin girls held high hopes, and Jenny prayed every night. She wasn’t an extremely religious girl, but more so spiritual, she likes to call it. Months later, Dianna, Jenny, and Tohna were informed that Jonathan had died at war. Jennifer may have been young, but eleven years is plenty of time to build a concrete relationship of plenty of memories, and old enough to face reality; her father was dead. He wasn’t on vacation, he wasn’t taking a little break from life; he was gone.

    Even if it was only one year she had on her Tohna of getting to know their father, Jenny seemed to take his passing away the hardest. When she was sixteen years old, her mother finally agreed to allow her to get a tattoo. Over the years, Jenny found her mother to be quite the pushover, as long as it was Jenny who was making a request. She wasn’t sure if it was that whole first child thing, or if Dianna simply wished to be close to Jenny. Either way, Jenny let her mother in. Even if they would never be the best of friends, they got along fine, and they loved each other. Anyways, Jennifer was never a huge fan of body art, but she felt like this was something she really needed to do. She had a small cross-tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, in remembrance of her father. In a way, she felt comforted to have the tattoo as a little reminder that her father was there, if only in spirit. Again, a spiritual girl. The passing on of Jonathan brought Jenny closer to Tohna as well. Aside from their mother, they were all each other had. If that wasn’t a motivation to grow closer, I don’t know what is. The two girls had always been pretty close, anyhow. They proved to be very different from each other, but that was normal. Jenny, the typical older sibling, was driven and strong-headed, while Tohna was a bit more of a goofball. Somehow, though, the two sisters accent each other perfectly.

    At sixteen, things appeared to be looking up for Jenny. She was offered a modeling contract with Army and Navy. The income was undeniably good for their family, and Jenny would be able to drop out of school. Dropping out of high school may not have been something most applauded, but it was what Jenny wanted and what she felt was right. Needless to say, Jenny accepted the offer. Things were going great, to put it simply. Jenny’s modeling was a great success, and she was actually enjoying herself. She was being paid to quit school and do something she was slowly becoming passionate about. The photo shoots were fun, and she loved the shows. However, there is one show in particular Jenny could have done without. She was off doing her thing- making speedy outfit changes, walking down the runway, the whole deal. Meanwhile, Dianna Linkin was busy chatting it up with the Foresters. What had been an innocent conversation turned into a decision that would completely rearrange Jenny’s life. A marriage had been arranged between Jenny and Liam Forester. Now, Jenny is just trying to sort out her own thoughts, let alone her wedding plans. She is in love with someone who is not her fiancé, and yet, she is still expected to forge this entire new life for the sake of her family. Jenny is all for supporting her family, but isn’t this a bit much? She’d rather balance six jobs.
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[selfish as selfish comes]


Secret Phrase;; REMOVED.
Member Title;; __pretty girl is suffering } -- hahh, I stole this from her info. It fit. (:
Sample RP;;
QUOTE
Brown, leather flip-flops scuffed the walkway, as Mallory set off on her routine weekend venture in the park. The sun was peaking over the tufts of clouds that dotted the blue sky, and there was the lightest of breezes to balance the heat. It was perfect weather for a day in the park; a jog, a game of catch, or in Mal’s case, a walk with the family dog. Mallory had been walking her golden retriever, Tucker, for a good twenty minutes now, something she'd made a habit out of ever since she was allowed to go to the park on her own. The Davis family welcomed Tucker into their family soon after their move from New York, a gesture that Mallory’s parents made with intentions of cheering their twelve-year-old daughter up. While Mal missed her old friends, her old home, and even her own school, a brand new puppy certainly lifted her spirits. Being an only child could grow lonely at times, especially when both of her parents were working. As pathetic as it sounds, it was nice for Mal to have a “friend” around the house all of the time. With time, Mallory made plenty of friends, but still set aside time for Tucker. How sweet, right?

Inhaling, Mallory seemed to take in all of her surroundings in one breath. Bluehill Park was beautiful, there was no denying that, but she couldn’t help but compare it to Central Park. Mallory always tended to compare Manhattan with Verona whenever it crossed her mind, but then she would then find herself feeling guilty. Over the years, Mal had learned to love Verona. It had been her home for the past five years, or so, and slighting it seemed unfair. Of course, there was no place like New York City, no place where you could find a new distraction about every corner, diversity at every block. Living in Alabama was great, but it grew old now and then. Everything seemed like a broken record, though that very well could have been because everyone was in everyone else’s business. On the contrary, Verona was a fresh start, a new, vivid way of seeing things. Never before had Mallory known a place that was so sentimental. And at the end of the day, Mal couldn’t imagine leaving Verona. Perhaps she was more of a small town girl than a big city slicker after all.

On this particular day, the park was serene as always, sure, but still a popular place nonetheless. She looked to a nearby bench, where a mother and her young son were settled, each armed with an ice cream cone. The little boy appeared to be very concentrated on his ice cream, only to stare in complete shock as the top scoop slid off the top of the first one, falling to the ground with a splat. Mallory smiled to herself, probably not even realizing it. To most people it most likely wasn't even that funny, but Mallory always seemed to find the most random of situations humorous, laughing at all of the wrong times. A flaw to some, a goofy quirk to others. Moving on, Mallory passed an old man walking his dog- a basset hound, was it? Regardless of the breed, it was a dog, Tucker’s favorite thing to mess with. Tightening on the leash as Tucker lunged at the mellow dog, Mallory’s lips curled into an embarrassed smile. ”I’m sorry, he likes.. dogs,” was her make-shift apology, as she finally managed to lead her dog away. The man simply chuckled and nodded in understanding, leaving Mallory and Tucker on their own once more.

Relaxing, Mal glanced down to the golden retriever, whose attention was now held captive by a squirrel scurrying up a tree. He, once again, made an attempt to chase after it, but Mallory pulled him away. It was nothing new, really. ”Come on,” she said with one last jerk, “Pick on someone your own size.” Yes, Mally talked to her dog, just like everyone else in the world. When she considered the outcome of Tucker listening to her suggestion, brawling with an animal as large as he, she winced inside. Now that, that would be dangerous. And definitely far more embarrassing than her experience today. As the pair neared an empty bench, Mallory approached it. A rest was beyond appealing right about now. She took a seat, lightly tugging at the hem of her shorts. A plain, fitted, white tee clung to her curves, bright against her olive skin.

jacob bones jr. - July 7, 2007 08:13 AM (GMT)
TEMPORARILY ACCEPTED.
BOY, I love edited Grace's posts.
Splendid, you got Jenny down pat- thanks very much!

AKA. It's good, but Peter just needs to look over the history and make sure there's no bugs, because even I make them. You can post and whatnot, but make sure to come back here and see what he has to say!




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