Post by jasmine renée mercer on Jan 6, 2010 15:21:57 GMT -6
`JASMINE RENÈE MERCER!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES jazz, jazzy.
AGE twenty.
GENDER female.
ETHNICITY french-italian.
RELIGON catholic.
SEXUALITY straight, but she doesn't really care.
STATUS single.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE part-time mechanic, part time tattoo artist.
PLAYED BY megan fox.
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
DISLIKES Elizabeth Hassleback, sappy romance
novels or poorly written books, the little ‘scene’ crowd, being bored and not
having anything to do, not having a logical solution to a problem, when people leave her, being alone, the dark, douchebags, i don’t like flashy jewelry, cars, etc., overly material things, pushy people, judgmental people, overly religious people, being hungry, losing.
FEARS she's afraid of being alone, afraid of being left by someone, and afraid to let someone in enough to hurt her.
SECRETS her father left her family when she was nine due to drug and alcohol problems, and she secretly loves romantic things. and she used to steal things when she was a young teen because she couldn't afford them, but she's stopped that now. it's something she's not very proud of.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b] first and foremost, jazz is very opinionated. that's one thing about her personality that almost seems to come off the strongest, when people first meet her. she's got her own views on life, and she's not afraid to say them. she figures that if she has a mouth, she should use it however she wants. people assume that because she's a pretty girl she's got nothing upstairs, but she's tenacious about the things she says. if she thinks you're wrong, she'll be sure to voice it. she's not the kind of person who keeps her thoughts bottled inside, because what good would that do? she's not cruel, she's just quick to say what she's thinking so that everyone else can be on the same page. it's almost like she wants to keep things fair. some people don't like how expressive she is, but those are the people that she cuts out of her life. if they don't like it, they don't have to listen to it, as far as she's concerned. she can be rather crass and tasteless as a person; she curses like a sailor.
she's also a very clever young woman. she has a dry sense of humor and is usually witty, and people find that to be refreshing. she likes to make people laugh, and she also likes to show a little bit of her personality at the same time. she's intelligent, that much is for sure - people usually assume that she's not going to get very far because of the jobs she chooses to work, but they don't know that she did exceptionally well in high school. she made almost all straight A's and excelled in subjects like physics and math. due to life circumstances she couldn't go right away to university, which killed her, but she had to make due. she's not one to lament over what she doesn't have, she likes to appreciate what she has in the moment. she's a scholar at heart, and likes to read literature in her spare time. her appearance fools people, a lot of the time, but when she cracks a joke or two they see her a little differently. she can definitely hold her own in a political conversation, too.
though it all, jazz has become a very resilient person. she plows through life headfirst, with a startling will to get where she wants to go. she's strong, because she's had to grow up from a very young age, and fast as well. she's shouldered a lot of burdens from childhood, and she's gotten accustomed to the weight load. she's able to carry people when they need it, so it's easy to lean on her when things are hard. she can weather almost any storm, and keeps her head up and her shoulders set for the future. little things don't get to her, she's built up a thick skin and it prevents her from getting hurt easily. she tends to be a little aggressive and steps on people before they can do any damage to her, especially if they're in her way. she's gone too far in life to allow anything to stop her now. she's focused and driven, and she lets things roll off her shoulders rather than effect her. she's able to take care of herself and of other people, without a problem. that being said, she's become a little stubborn. once she decides a plan of action, she's hellbent on going through with it. she doesn't let anyone interrupt her or move her off course. sometimes it's a fault of hers, but it's something she can't quite change.
people have described jazz using the adjective "fearless," and that would be a very good apt thing to say. she's very brave and has a lot of pluck, so she can do things that a lot of people would never dream of. she's not afraid to try new things, to explore and to push her comfort level. she's very adventurous, and there's not much you can be afraid of when you want to explore. she doesn't back down from a dare, and she hardly says no to things, no matter how outlandish they sound. she doesn't let fear stop her from doing what she wants. she knows that life is short, and she doesn't like to waste her time worrying, or being afraid. she just jumps into things with both feet, with almost a reckless abandon. it can be endearing to some people, and others look up to her and admire her for it.
jazz is a selfless young woman, no matter what. once she lets someone in past the armor, she would do anything for them. she's prone to putting people's interests and needs before hers, and sometimes that's not good for her well-being. she's protective of those that she loves, and wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone who's hurting them. she tends to get overprotective because she has an urge to act as a parent, or a guardian figure over her friends and younger family. she never had a father figure growing up, and she imagines that her dad would have taken on the role of the protector if he were there for her. so, she does her best to perform that role. it's best you don't mess with her loved ones, or you'll get it coming for you. she's not afraid to fight, when it comes down to it.
because of the things she's gone through, jazz has become supremely independent. she doesn't need anyone to carry on with her day-to-day life, and she prefers it to be that way. other people can only let her down, and she can depend on herself to get things done. she pays the bills, supports herself and her mother, and does whatever else she needs without anyone else's help. maybe it's her stubborn pride, but she hates to ask for help if she doesn't need it, and she almost always thinks she doesn't need it. she's a firm believer in D-I-Y and fixes things around the house, as well as solves any problems that may come up. she has a very logical way of processing things, and that transfers from her aptitude in math and physics over to her life. even though she doesn't want other people's support, she's become very good at supporting other people. once she trusts you, jazz becomes a very dependable, loyal person. she never goes back on her word, and she always comes through, especially when you need it. from the big to the small, she'll always be there.
through and through, jazz is a guy's girl. she plays video games, eats ridiculous amounts, and drinks like a fish. she also curses a lot, and without remorse. she has the habits of a guy, and even the interests. her favorite things are cars and motorcycles, and she smokes around with the best of them around the block. she's not afraid to arm wrestle and she likes to watch WWE on sunday nights. she doesn't ever wear dresses, and she prefers jeans and a v-neck. she likes things easy. she's always been a bit tomboyish, and it never really wore off, but it's a part of who she is. she tends to wear the pants in the relationship, when she's in one, but she's not demanding. she's just very rough around the edges, as her six tattoos might indicate. she doesn't think she has to be girly for people to accept her, and she's pretty right about that. people seem to like her just fine, even if she does burp at the table and then laughs about it.
she hardly does anything in her life if she's not passionate about it. that's the main thing that drives her. she puts all of herself into something, once she chooses to go that course. her professions that she's juggling are a good indication of that. when she loves someone, she does it deeply and intensely. she's got a fiery zest to her, and that shows in whatever she chooses to do. she doesn't believe that people should do things unless they honest to god have emotion behind it. she's also full of passion when it comes to her hobbies, and to the way she views life. there's a lot of raw feeling there, and it's definitely become a part of who she is.
despite the things she does sometimes, she's very level-headed. she thinks things through for the most part, and hardly ever lets her temper get the best of her. she's very easygoing, and relaxed. she never starts drama or involves herself in it, and she refuses to allow herself to get worked up. she's just a very chill person, she goes where the wind blows and rolls with the punches. she likes to see where life will take her. some would say she's a free-spirit, and she'd agree with that assessment. she hardly ever gets angry, but when she does it's pretty bad. jazz maintains as much peace as possible in her life and she would love to keep it that way. the more simple things are, the better they are, in her mind. she just appreciates the little things in life, rather than stopping and looking at the whole picture. it's better to live in the moment then try to piece together the little parts.
even if she might seem intimidating, jazz has got a heart of gold. she has a lot of love to give away, even if she can be hesitant to do so. she's a great girl, with a lot of spirit and personality. there's more than one side of her, but it all adds up to a very unique individual. getting past her armor can be a little tricky because she tends to blow people off or downplay their efforts to get inside, but once you do you're in for life, unless you hurt her. she's got a lot to offer. she knows what she wants and has a hunger to do it all, and at this point she just might be able to.
OVERALL APPEARANCE[/b]
i’ll tell it to you how it is, bub. i’m a straight shooter when it comes to clothes. i’m a v-neck and a pair of old jeans kind of girl. i don’t like to fuss around with the fancy things, i don’t have the patience to spend time putting an outfit together. there are some days where i can put a little effort into it, but mostly i’m casual. i hate classifying myself, as you might have figured out, but if i had to, my style is something like retro rock. old school. i wear band shirts and converse. but what i really like is leather – jackets, zippers, things like that. i’m a tough chick, and i like my biker gear. i don’t go shopping a lot, but when i do i get what i need and leave the store. i don’t browse or waste my time on unnecessary things. i don’t wear much makeup on most days, and i just leave my hair down. there’s nothing very contrived about my appearance, and i like it that way. the less fake, the better.
when i was a sophomore, i had this brownish blonde hair that was naturally, but that i really didn’t like. as i got older, i started getting darker with my color. i recently died it this dark black, and i like how it looks so far. kinda made me into a bombshell, huh? nah, i’m just screwing with you. don’t take what i say seriously, kid. but yeah, after i turned eighteen i went down to the tattoo parlor and celebrated with my first tattoo. i’ve added five more to date, so now
i have six tattoos in various places. i can go through ‘em all, if you want. at the nape of my neck i have a Chinese character for ‘strength.’ then i have a tribal symbol on my wrist that’s two waves intertwined, in a reflection of the yin and yang that’s so famous. i have a long one going down my ribcage that’s a quote from a poem that i wrote, that says ‘there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART.’ my favorite by far is on my right shoulder, it’s a quote from Shakespeare’s “King Lear” and it reads ‘and we will laugh at gilded butterflies.’ on my right forearm is a picture of Marilyn Monroe, because she’s my idol. i will never regret that tattoo. it’s my second favorite. i have a star and crecent moon on my lower right leg, last but not least. so i think that’s enough on my distinguishing features, other than that i just have my ears pierced once.
when i was a sophomore, i had this brownish blonde hair that was naturally, but that i really didn’t like. as i got older, i started getting darker with my color. i recently died it this dark black, and i like how it looks so far. kinda made me into a bombshell, huh? nah, i’m just screwing with you. don’t take what i say seriously, kid. but yeah, after i turned eighteen i went down to the tattoo parlor and celebrated with my first tattoo. i’ve added five more to date, so now
i have six tattoos in various places. i can go through ‘em all, if you want. at the nape of my neck i have a Chinese character for ‘strength.’ then i have a tribal symbol on my wrist that’s two waves intertwined, in a reflection of the yin and yang that’s so famous. i have a long one going down my ribcage that’s a quote from a poem that i wrote, that says ‘there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART.’ my favorite by far is on my right shoulder, it’s a quote from Shakespeare’s “King Lear” and it reads ‘and we will laugh at gilded butterflies.’ on my right forearm is a picture of Marilyn Monroe, because she’s my idol. i will never regret that tattoo. it’s my second favorite. i have a star and crecent moon on my lower right leg, last but not least. so i think that’s enough on my distinguishing features, other than that i just have my ears pierced once.
HISTORY[/b] laterr.[/ul]
`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]Ryker Hart had finally arrived at a place in his life where he was moderately comfortable. As a secret perfectionist, he was annoyed by the fact that he couldn't live exactly the way he wanted to, so ever since he moved to December with Stevie he had begun to improve his situation. He stayed out longer, missed too much class, added some more tattoos, and drank until he passed out. Ryker did whatever he wanted, whenever the hell he wanted, and that was exactly what he'd imagined for himself. He had no qualms with his life now. No one was pressuring him or expecting him to do something that he didn't want to, which was equivalent to perfection in his mind. Ryker had been falling into bad habits ever since he was a preteen, but now that he was away from his parents he was becoming increasingly wild. He didn't really care for anyone else's opinion about the way he lived, he simply plowed through each day with a carefree tenacity that was startling to some people. Spontaneity was the key to his day-to-day; he ate in the middle of the night, he left his house during odd hours, and he surprised himself by driving to places he'd never been. With every day of freedom he exploited, the farther south his moral code dropped. He hardly felt bad or guilty for anything that he did, whether it was basically force a girl to sleep with him or steal a few things from the convenience mart. As far as he was concerned, he would continue to live like this, with on interruptions and no one to tell him otherwise.
Likewise, he was also satisfied with his "love life", or blatant lack thereof. Ryker wasn't particularly a relationships oriented young man, choosing quick pleasure instead. Buried beneath his constructed walls, he did have a tendency to be romantic, but it hardly ever showed. He preferred the instant gratification, no strings attached; relationships took effort, which he was not too willing to give. In the past few months he had mastered the art of flings and casual hook-ups, and it seemed to be working just fine for him. That was until he had met a charming young girl by the name of Zara Montes. He had seen her a few time around town, but he'd never known her until the one day they bumped into each other at the coffee shop. In complete honesty, she was one of the prettiest girls that Ryker had ever seen around December, and he was instantly intrigued by her shy demeanor and her exotic looks. She seemed completely opposed to making too much smalltalk, instead apologizing and then going on her way. He was the one who had to follow her and ask her name, but he didn't mind it; it had been a while since a girl had captivated him in such a way. She was so different from the type of girls he spent his time with that there was an instant pull to the unknown element about her. It had taken Ryker some charm and a few of his crooked smiles to win her over, but once she allowed him in she was with him all the way. They began to see each other more regularly, and then before he knew it they were dating. It was official. Boyfriend and girlfriend. The word girlfriend had an odd ring in Ryker's ears, as if it was something he wasn't meant to hear on a regular basis. It was odd to think that he was no longer free to go out and find random people to take home; he was now obligated to the happiness of another person. At first he didn't mind it, as Zara was adorable; making out with someone who was completely inexperienced wasn't the most pleasurable thing, but it was nice in its own way. It was as if he was the first one who got to touch her, and that was a wide appeal to boys; it was almost the same feeling as walking across a field of untouched snow. He would never admit it out loud, but he'd started to enjoy the late movie nights at her house when she would fall asleep against his chest, in his arms. It was a new sensation for him, something almost heartwarming if he dared to go that far. And, he'd gotten used to their cute little moments like that, when they went to go get ice cream and he'd smear some on the tip of her nose. It was comfortable, to say in the least, but he had begun to have his doubts.
For one, he wasn't used to such a long relationship, even though it'd barely been a solid month together. He felt himself changing into a softer person for Zara, and Ryker wasn't sure if he liked the thought of that. There was also the fact that they hadn't gone any further than kissing, simply because she was a little timid and he was loathe to be the one to spoil her innocence. He had cajoled her a few times to think about it, but she didn't seem to be a fan of the idea and it was a little disappointing; he was a teenage boy, and as such his mind was always filled with dirty things. The fact that he could hold Zara in his arms but never sleep with her was endlessly frustrating to him. Another reason that had made him doubtful of their relationship was the gap in interests between them. She was studious and polite and honest, as sweet as honey, and he was the opposite; spontaneous, arrogant, and a downright asshole. Even looking at them, it was clear that they were mismatched; she dressed well and appropriately for her age, and Ryker was covered in tattoos. He cursed like a sailor, he drank and he smoked, and he was also two years older than her. At first, their mutual attraction had made their differences seem minor, but now they were growing apart and the reasons for the rift were more and more obvious. They had just suffered a painful conversation on instant messenger, and it was then that Ryker knew he had to do it. He had been toying with the idea for a while, but it was time; he had to break up with Zara, even if he did end up breaking her heart in the process. It was better this way, instead of holding on and then hurting her by cheating, or something far worse. He was not the right guy for her; she deserved someone who would treat her better, not always want things from her. He signed off and stifled a yawn, taking a quick shower before changing into a pair of dark jeans and a gray, light long sleeved shirt that covered most of his tattoos. He then tossed a scarf on over it, took his keys and left the house to go visit his girlfriend. As he drove in silence, the corners of his mouth began to tug down in displeasure; he knew what he had to do, but it would be harder than he thought to actually go through with it. The look on her face would be enough to tug on his heartstrings, he was sure of that.
The drive seemed to be too short, certainly not enough time for him to gather his scrambled thoughts together. With a sigh, he parked and exited the vehicle, knocking on her front door and waiting for a reply. "Damnit," he swore after a few moments of silence, finally letting himself in; courtesy and patience were not his strong points. Ryker wandered to the living room out of habit and found Zara sitting on the couch, curled up into a ball as if she could avoid the inevitable blow that he was going to deal. He almost lost his resolve as his chocolate eyes softened, but this was no time to be weak. He came here for a purpose, and he was going to fulfill it. The young man sat down gingerly besides her, leaning forward to give her a small kiss on the side of her face. Maybe the gesture would be pouring salt into an open wound, but it wasn't as if he wanted to hurt her. In fact, she had no idea just how affectionate he was toward her, how much he'd grown to like her. The feeling had become stronger than a like lately, almost crossing over into that unspeakable "l word" category, and that was what freaked him out the most. "Hey." He ran a hand through his curling hair and tried to find the right words to say, looking at her irresistibly pretty face. "Sorry about the short notice. I didn't mean for it to happen this way, Zara, but it's.. over. This can't continue." Ryker took a break, his breath coming regularly but the hesitance showing on his handsome face. "It's not you, it's me. We're not right, we're not meant for each other. There are too many differences for me to name, and it's making this hard. You're better off with someone who won't hurt you, because I know it's only a matter of time before I will." He looked away for a brief moment and then back into her eyes, his own eyes hard but still pleading. A silent plea for her to realize that he was right, and for her to move on. "Please, don't make this any harder." Ryker knew she wouldn't take the news well, but if she begged him to stay he just might have to oblige. It was hard for him to say no to her. In the silence between them, he couldn't help but feel terrible for what he was doing to the poor girl.
Likewise, he was also satisfied with his "love life", or blatant lack thereof. Ryker wasn't particularly a relationships oriented young man, choosing quick pleasure instead. Buried beneath his constructed walls, he did have a tendency to be romantic, but it hardly ever showed. He preferred the instant gratification, no strings attached; relationships took effort, which he was not too willing to give. In the past few months he had mastered the art of flings and casual hook-ups, and it seemed to be working just fine for him. That was until he had met a charming young girl by the name of Zara Montes. He had seen her a few time around town, but he'd never known her until the one day they bumped into each other at the coffee shop. In complete honesty, she was one of the prettiest girls that Ryker had ever seen around December, and he was instantly intrigued by her shy demeanor and her exotic looks. She seemed completely opposed to making too much smalltalk, instead apologizing and then going on her way. He was the one who had to follow her and ask her name, but he didn't mind it; it had been a while since a girl had captivated him in such a way. She was so different from the type of girls he spent his time with that there was an instant pull to the unknown element about her. It had taken Ryker some charm and a few of his crooked smiles to win her over, but once she allowed him in she was with him all the way. They began to see each other more regularly, and then before he knew it they were dating. It was official. Boyfriend and girlfriend. The word girlfriend had an odd ring in Ryker's ears, as if it was something he wasn't meant to hear on a regular basis. It was odd to think that he was no longer free to go out and find random people to take home; he was now obligated to the happiness of another person. At first he didn't mind it, as Zara was adorable; making out with someone who was completely inexperienced wasn't the most pleasurable thing, but it was nice in its own way. It was as if he was the first one who got to touch her, and that was a wide appeal to boys; it was almost the same feeling as walking across a field of untouched snow. He would never admit it out loud, but he'd started to enjoy the late movie nights at her house when she would fall asleep against his chest, in his arms. It was a new sensation for him, something almost heartwarming if he dared to go that far. And, he'd gotten used to their cute little moments like that, when they went to go get ice cream and he'd smear some on the tip of her nose. It was comfortable, to say in the least, but he had begun to have his doubts.
For one, he wasn't used to such a long relationship, even though it'd barely been a solid month together. He felt himself changing into a softer person for Zara, and Ryker wasn't sure if he liked the thought of that. There was also the fact that they hadn't gone any further than kissing, simply because she was a little timid and he was loathe to be the one to spoil her innocence. He had cajoled her a few times to think about it, but she didn't seem to be a fan of the idea and it was a little disappointing; he was a teenage boy, and as such his mind was always filled with dirty things. The fact that he could hold Zara in his arms but never sleep with her was endlessly frustrating to him. Another reason that had made him doubtful of their relationship was the gap in interests between them. She was studious and polite and honest, as sweet as honey, and he was the opposite; spontaneous, arrogant, and a downright asshole. Even looking at them, it was clear that they were mismatched; she dressed well and appropriately for her age, and Ryker was covered in tattoos. He cursed like a sailor, he drank and he smoked, and he was also two years older than her. At first, their mutual attraction had made their differences seem minor, but now they were growing apart and the reasons for the rift were more and more obvious. They had just suffered a painful conversation on instant messenger, and it was then that Ryker knew he had to do it. He had been toying with the idea for a while, but it was time; he had to break up with Zara, even if he did end up breaking her heart in the process. It was better this way, instead of holding on and then hurting her by cheating, or something far worse. He was not the right guy for her; she deserved someone who would treat her better, not always want things from her. He signed off and stifled a yawn, taking a quick shower before changing into a pair of dark jeans and a gray, light long sleeved shirt that covered most of his tattoos. He then tossed a scarf on over it, took his keys and left the house to go visit his girlfriend. As he drove in silence, the corners of his mouth began to tug down in displeasure; he knew what he had to do, but it would be harder than he thought to actually go through with it. The look on her face would be enough to tug on his heartstrings, he was sure of that.
The drive seemed to be too short, certainly not enough time for him to gather his scrambled thoughts together. With a sigh, he parked and exited the vehicle, knocking on her front door and waiting for a reply. "Damnit," he swore after a few moments of silence, finally letting himself in; courtesy and patience were not his strong points. Ryker wandered to the living room out of habit and found Zara sitting on the couch, curled up into a ball as if she could avoid the inevitable blow that he was going to deal. He almost lost his resolve as his chocolate eyes softened, but this was no time to be weak. He came here for a purpose, and he was going to fulfill it. The young man sat down gingerly besides her, leaning forward to give her a small kiss on the side of her face. Maybe the gesture would be pouring salt into an open wound, but it wasn't as if he wanted to hurt her. In fact, she had no idea just how affectionate he was toward her, how much he'd grown to like her. The feeling had become stronger than a like lately, almost crossing over into that unspeakable "l word" category, and that was what freaked him out the most. "Hey." He ran a hand through his curling hair and tried to find the right words to say, looking at her irresistibly pretty face. "Sorry about the short notice. I didn't mean for it to happen this way, Zara, but it's.. over. This can't continue." Ryker took a break, his breath coming regularly but the hesitance showing on his handsome face. "It's not you, it's me. We're not right, we're not meant for each other. There are too many differences for me to name, and it's making this hard. You're better off with someone who won't hurt you, because I know it's only a matter of time before I will." He looked away for a brief moment and then back into her eyes, his own eyes hard but still pleading. A silent plea for her to realize that he was right, and for her to move on. "Please, don't make this any harder." Ryker knew she wouldn't take the news well, but if she begged him to stay he just might have to oblige. It was hard for him to say no to her. In the silence between them, he couldn't help but feel terrible for what he was doing to the poor girl.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES ?
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? just holla at me.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? my name is in the side panel. but idk, i forgot how i found this place.
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