Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2011 15:39:56 GMT -6
Character: Jennifer Lara Hennings
Nickname: Jay
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Stage Designer
Height: 5’ 1”
AI: Danielle Fishel
Appearance: Though a bit vertically challenged, Jennifer would not be called “petite.” With a stalky, muscular, and contrastingly curvy build, Jennifer stands at only 5’1”, but is able to bench press 130 lb. easily. But she is not enormously muscular, only noticeably so. Her thick, rich brown hair is usually up in a ponytail, but occasionally frames her soft, round face. Unusually filled out lips, which she inherited from her mother, are the most prominent features on her face. Round brows perfectly contour a pair of gray-blue eyes. In certain lighting, they can appear light brown.
Personality: Being introvert in her early childhood, Jennifer now lives her life to the fullest, being borderline eccentric at times. Her sharp personality is outlined by her tomboyish tendencies. She’s not the conventional mallrat, stuck-to-the-mirror kind of gal. She loves activity and only shops when absolutely necessary. Being brainwashed by the Army, Jennifer is organized, albeit artistically. Normal has become passé to her and her rooms reflect that by being personally painted in a mind-throbbing mosaic pattern. She laughs easily when she is in an amiable mood, but can snap at you when she really doesn’t like what she’s hearing. No amount of military training could take the sassiness out of her.
History: On a hot summer afternoon, through toil and tears, silence entered the room. It was momentary as the medical staff rushed the unmoving infant over to a nearby platform. Drowsy and frantic, the mother’s hoarse voice called weakly for her baby. Where’s my baby? Where is she? Give her to me. A nurse stood by her side as the doctor performed the emergency procedures on the still infant – deathly still. The mother’s voice rose to a wail and shriek, but suddenly, it ended. All else was silent – almost. The doctors breathed heavily and the mother wept openly and loudly. The baby cried with her. On the afternoon of June 25th, 1983, Jennifer Lara Hennings was welcomed into the world.
After such a frightening experience, the single mother, Castellia Hennings, became obsessed with the safety of her first and only daughter. Jennifer was raised never knowing her father. He had left some months before she was born. All she knew was that his name was Fred Belford and he was handsome. She asked her mother once, when she was eight, about Fred. Castellia looked at her for a long moment before screaming “never say his name again” and breaking into uncontrollable tears. Jennifer never asked again.
Being an only child and rarely allowed to go outside without constant supervision, Jennifer was at first shy and mainly shut off from the world. She was home schooled until she was 10, before entering mainstream schools. She loved it. Never had she thought the world could be so strange, so fun, and so inexplicably invigorating. Being shut away for much of her eleven years, she was voraciously curious, exploring each corner of life that she had been shielded from. What was there to be afraid of? The world was not hideous, like her mother had told her time and time again. It was beautiful. It was inspiring. Living behind closed doors enticed the curious mind. Over the course of her young shuttered life, Jennifer had grown an incredible imagination that would put Hans Christian Anderson’s fantasies to shame. Though not particularly great with words, Jennifer developed an uncanny knack for drawing. Castellia had been an art major before she dropped out of college and she had passed down the love of art to her daughter, who grew restless. The only way to keep her satisfied was to occupy her imagination. Soon, Jennifer’s room was covered in sketches of flying people, fantastic utopias, and happiness.
She soon blended in perfectly with the mainstream crowd, altering herself to be more like everyone else, much to Castellia’s dismay. By the time she entered high school, she had grown into a woman. With an enticing figure, Jennifer procured much trouble when it came to they guys. She had found early in middle school that it wasn’t the girls that interested her at all. It was the guys, the species seemingly so different from herself, that gave her acceptance in school. The girls’ constant whinings and feminine personalitites agitated Jennifer, who eventually wished she had been a guy. Guys were tough and cool, not inferior like girls. But soon, she found her womanhood empowering. She figured out she could be beautiful and tough, sensitive and powerful. The self-proclaimed tomboy was popular among the guys and sneered at by a few of her own sex. High school flashed by and she graduated with flying colors and soon she was attending the Maine College of Art with a four-year scholarship. Over the next four years, she dated countless guys, took part in the Portland nightlife and became interested in the Army. Even with a passion for art, her masculinity never left her. In high school, she had been in ROTC. That was when she first wanted to go into the army. Prospects of the glory, the uniforms, and the adventure drew her to the armed forces. After she received her Bachelor’s in Fine Arts, she enlisted in the U.S. Army. Soon enough, Jennifer, simply called “J” or “Jay” by her fellow privates, was in Iraq. The entire experience was a blur. But what was not a blur was the memory of one man. At the limber and energetic age of 24, Jennifer met a man different from all of the guys in her previous relationships. How he was different, she did not know, but she could feel it. At the age of 24, Jennifer Hennings began falling for Rafael “Ray” Lamaroux.
It was not until he saved her life, though, did she realize how much he meant to her. Not being crazy enough to actually be a part of front line combat, Jennifer instead volunteered to help the Iraqi villages. It was a life changing experience and many of her visits would shake her, no matter how tough she tried to convince herself she was. One morning, a fight had broken out in the center of the village right in front of the orphanage Jennifer, Ray and others were volunteering at. Things turned violent and guns broke out. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she tried to rush for safety with the young Iraqi boys and girls. There was a brother and sister that were lagging behind. Jennifer lost no moment in trying to shelter them. She heard a shout from her side and suddenly saw Ray jump in front of her. His body shuddered in front of her from the bullet he had just taken for her. It was a relief that they all lived through that. But there were more incidents in that unstable country and one in particular stood out sickeningly in her mind. She doesn't like thinking about it very often, but it inevitably comes up once in a while. The memories of the shouting foreign tongues, blood, and the darkness of her captivity still haunted her. Being a hostage was the most terrifying experience in her life.
After approximately 8 more months in the service, Jennifer and Ray were among many sent back home. Maine was no longer home for Jennifer. It seemed like a world away. Instead, she followed Ray to Paris (where they are having a freaking blast).
Nickname: Jay
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Stage Designer
Height: 5’ 1”
AI: Danielle Fishel
Appearance: Though a bit vertically challenged, Jennifer would not be called “petite.” With a stalky, muscular, and contrastingly curvy build, Jennifer stands at only 5’1”, but is able to bench press 130 lb. easily. But she is not enormously muscular, only noticeably so. Her thick, rich brown hair is usually up in a ponytail, but occasionally frames her soft, round face. Unusually filled out lips, which she inherited from her mother, are the most prominent features on her face. Round brows perfectly contour a pair of gray-blue eyes. In certain lighting, they can appear light brown.
Personality: Being introvert in her early childhood, Jennifer now lives her life to the fullest, being borderline eccentric at times. Her sharp personality is outlined by her tomboyish tendencies. She’s not the conventional mallrat, stuck-to-the-mirror kind of gal. She loves activity and only shops when absolutely necessary. Being brainwashed by the Army, Jennifer is organized, albeit artistically. Normal has become passé to her and her rooms reflect that by being personally painted in a mind-throbbing mosaic pattern. She laughs easily when she is in an amiable mood, but can snap at you when she really doesn’t like what she’s hearing. No amount of military training could take the sassiness out of her.
History: On a hot summer afternoon, through toil and tears, silence entered the room. It was momentary as the medical staff rushed the unmoving infant over to a nearby platform. Drowsy and frantic, the mother’s hoarse voice called weakly for her baby. Where’s my baby? Where is she? Give her to me. A nurse stood by her side as the doctor performed the emergency procedures on the still infant – deathly still. The mother’s voice rose to a wail and shriek, but suddenly, it ended. All else was silent – almost. The doctors breathed heavily and the mother wept openly and loudly. The baby cried with her. On the afternoon of June 25th, 1983, Jennifer Lara Hennings was welcomed into the world.
After such a frightening experience, the single mother, Castellia Hennings, became obsessed with the safety of her first and only daughter. Jennifer was raised never knowing her father. He had left some months before she was born. All she knew was that his name was Fred Belford and he was handsome. She asked her mother once, when she was eight, about Fred. Castellia looked at her for a long moment before screaming “never say his name again” and breaking into uncontrollable tears. Jennifer never asked again.
Being an only child and rarely allowed to go outside without constant supervision, Jennifer was at first shy and mainly shut off from the world. She was home schooled until she was 10, before entering mainstream schools. She loved it. Never had she thought the world could be so strange, so fun, and so inexplicably invigorating. Being shut away for much of her eleven years, she was voraciously curious, exploring each corner of life that she had been shielded from. What was there to be afraid of? The world was not hideous, like her mother had told her time and time again. It was beautiful. It was inspiring. Living behind closed doors enticed the curious mind. Over the course of her young shuttered life, Jennifer had grown an incredible imagination that would put Hans Christian Anderson’s fantasies to shame. Though not particularly great with words, Jennifer developed an uncanny knack for drawing. Castellia had been an art major before she dropped out of college and she had passed down the love of art to her daughter, who grew restless. The only way to keep her satisfied was to occupy her imagination. Soon, Jennifer’s room was covered in sketches of flying people, fantastic utopias, and happiness.
She soon blended in perfectly with the mainstream crowd, altering herself to be more like everyone else, much to Castellia’s dismay. By the time she entered high school, she had grown into a woman. With an enticing figure, Jennifer procured much trouble when it came to they guys. She had found early in middle school that it wasn’t the girls that interested her at all. It was the guys, the species seemingly so different from herself, that gave her acceptance in school. The girls’ constant whinings and feminine personalitites agitated Jennifer, who eventually wished she had been a guy. Guys were tough and cool, not inferior like girls. But soon, she found her womanhood empowering. She figured out she could be beautiful and tough, sensitive and powerful. The self-proclaimed tomboy was popular among the guys and sneered at by a few of her own sex. High school flashed by and she graduated with flying colors and soon she was attending the Maine College of Art with a four-year scholarship. Over the next four years, she dated countless guys, took part in the Portland nightlife and became interested in the Army. Even with a passion for art, her masculinity never left her. In high school, she had been in ROTC. That was when she first wanted to go into the army. Prospects of the glory, the uniforms, and the adventure drew her to the armed forces. After she received her Bachelor’s in Fine Arts, she enlisted in the U.S. Army. Soon enough, Jennifer, simply called “J” or “Jay” by her fellow privates, was in Iraq. The entire experience was a blur. But what was not a blur was the memory of one man. At the limber and energetic age of 24, Jennifer met a man different from all of the guys in her previous relationships. How he was different, she did not know, but she could feel it. At the age of 24, Jennifer Hennings began falling for Rafael “Ray” Lamaroux.
It was not until he saved her life, though, did she realize how much he meant to her. Not being crazy enough to actually be a part of front line combat, Jennifer instead volunteered to help the Iraqi villages. It was a life changing experience and many of her visits would shake her, no matter how tough she tried to convince herself she was. One morning, a fight had broken out in the center of the village right in front of the orphanage Jennifer, Ray and others were volunteering at. Things turned violent and guns broke out. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she tried to rush for safety with the young Iraqi boys and girls. There was a brother and sister that were lagging behind. Jennifer lost no moment in trying to shelter them. She heard a shout from her side and suddenly saw Ray jump in front of her. His body shuddered in front of her from the bullet he had just taken for her. It was a relief that they all lived through that. But there were more incidents in that unstable country and one in particular stood out sickeningly in her mind. She doesn't like thinking about it very often, but it inevitably comes up once in a while. The memories of the shouting foreign tongues, blood, and the darkness of her captivity still haunted her. Being a hostage was the most terrifying experience in her life.
After approximately 8 more months in the service, Jennifer and Ray were among many sent back home. Maine was no longer home for Jennifer. It seemed like a world away. Instead, she followed Ray to Paris (where they are having a freaking blast).
