anything but ordinary, elissia. done

[jane]

and you are?
your name: emmy
age: 19
years of rping: tooooo many
how'd you find us? i have my sources :p

ELISSIA BENNETT

full name: jane elissa bennett
nicknames: she perfers to be called ELISSIA
age: 20
birthdate: may third
gender: female
sexuality: straight
wealth status: she is well off
occupation currently held, if any: none
social standing: highschool drop out, adult

let's get physical,

height: 5'7
weight: 106
hair color: white blonde
eye color: blue
tattoos/piercings: none
portrayed by: clemence posey

physical appearance in depth:
Jane is one of the most beautiful girls people have ever seen. She has a long golden blond mane of beautiful shimmering hair. It is layered and naturally curly but most of the time she straightened it. She did not care much how she looks, she was naturally beautiful and her hair was usually sexy messy and tousled in to a sleek ponytail at the back of her head. Her luminous blue eyes shone like water hit by the sun. They sparkle with hues of teal and baby blue so many that you could not count if you tried.

Her button nose is small and cute perfectly placed in the center of her face. But probably her best facial feature are her lips, her lips were just the perfect state in between thin and plump. She is perfect in every way. Jane is tall and thin 5'7 in hight and only 106 lbs. she had perfect alabaster skin blemish free and soft to the touch. Her skin has a natural glow to it. But she hates her feet, they were large and gawky and she hated them.

Jane has a wacky sense of style a mix of 80's, 40's, and mod style. She loves sweaters and mini skirts, a lot of her style comes from Twiggy. She had a crazy style and she thought that was awesome! Her favorite outfit was a red sweater under a black jumper and boots a companied with big Gucci sunglasses. But you are more likely to see her in a loose periwinkle blue shirt and mini skirt. She dose not care much as long as she has something on she is effortlessly beautiful. Most of her stuff she will buy at vintage shops, there are plenty in Paris. But she will shop at Juicy Coture, Anna Sui, and Gucci on occasion.

and i'll get to know you,

likes:

dislikes:

personality: Jane is complex, almost too complex to explain. She sometimes feels that she is too sensitive and has been hut in the past so it takes a wile to bring down the wall and see all of who she is. Jane like most other people has a mean side but I rarely comes out. Usually she is sweet but ever so slightly insane! She is outgoing to a point, she will always hide some things about her until you get to know each other better. She is pretty wild, and fun loving, all ways great to be around. She will defend her friends fiercely, and will always be on your side once you get to know her. She is a little wacky sometimes and is known to get a little too drunk on occasions and she hates that about herself she tries hard to keep inline with the rules but she slips up sometimes. Her odd sense of style and her personality enchants and she is a great friend too anyone willing to give her a chance.

Jane is an optimist and likes it that way if she dose not try to keep her mid on the bright side of things she will get sucked in to all the bad in the world. She gets lost in her own mind at times and becomes spacey. Her smile lights up a room and her heart is big she has been thought hard times and loves to help people. Her kind nature some times over takes her and she puts others head of herself. This is her best and her worst quality, it means that she will always be a great friend but she is vunarable and if she dose not keep have a bit of mind on her she will get lost and lose herself. That is one of the most frightening things for her that if she dose not keep her mind going in the right direction she could get lost in it. She tries to keep thing up beat but sometimes it takes a good cry and just letting her feelings out can fix all.

Jane has bug huge dreams and likes it that way she finds that if you don't have big dreams you can never reach anything big. She dreams to be a international reporter in Paris. She hoped to go to Yale, but she dose not think it will ever happen now. Jane is very vocal on her dreams sometimes a little to vocal and she tries to tone it down. The only thing is she is head strong and knows what she likes and is not afraid to say it. But one thing she thinks might prevent her from achieving all this is her greatest joy, she fears that the facts that she has Charlotte might take it all away.

Jane is a friend to anyone who is willing to be her friend, outside appearance's mean very little to her. In her head every one is equal, she is undiscriminating about people and this is the way she will always be she tries never to change in that respect. She is understanding of things going on in others life's because her life has been no walk in the park she has had a ruff life and is sweet and understanding with other going through things. She has been through allot as well. Nothing makes her happier then when she is around ones she loves her friends.

Jane is a mother and is not ashamed of saying it, she lover her daughter Charlotte. And she dose not care what any body says regarding her teen pregnancy, she would not trade Charlotte for anything. Jane found that it is true, once you have a child you become... a mother. She did not know a single thing about how to raise a kid but once it came apon her and the nurse handed her Charlotte she found that she knew, she just had an instinct and knew. Ever since that moment she has been a mother first. She still loves and dose the things she did before but Charlotte comes first, whatever happens.

a little bit better,

history in depth: Jane Elissia Bennett was born May 3rd 1987, in a bad free clinic in Paris. Her mother is from there and was shopping when Jane came in to the world. Jane's father, Howie was a guitar player from San Fransisco he was no good and Jane's mother Beth had fallen in love with him wile visiting. After a week of pretty much non stop sex Beth's parents dragged her away and back to Paris, little did they know that Howie had bought a ticket and went to find Beth 6 weeks later. When he knocked on the door of Beth's house She answered him and told him to meet her in the park next door in an hour they could not talk there. An hour later she met him there and told him the news that she was pregnant. He ran away telling her to 'look him up when she got her figure back' and then had disappeared back to San Fransisco. Beth had remembered Howies final word to her and on July 18th 1989 she ran away to SF with little Jane and moved in with Howie.

Ten years later Jane was blossoming in to a beautiful young woman, she loved her mother who worked full time at Hooters to try to give Hannah a good life. Howie had in recent years became a drunk and on December 10th of that year her life changed. After school she had come home and Howie called her in to the kitchen and told her to in his words, "Drop that fucking backpack and take off those fucking clothes then come over here!" she tried to resist but he hit her and forced her to take off her clothes the following event were the wost in her life first he touched her, in very bad ways. The he took of his clothes and raped her, she screamed and cried as he forced her to do all sorts of things. Horrible things. After an hour he finally let her go telling her to keep quite and not rat about what happened to her mother.

Once her mother came home close to eleven, she could tell that something was wrong with Jane. After awhile of constant questions Jane told her mother what had happened and in a rage Her mother ran down stairs and started yelling at him. For the next 5 minuets there was a lot of yelling until she herd a pound Howie was hitting her mother and yelling, "I will kill you bitch and your little brat to!" Jane ran to her mothers room and dialed 911, a kind man answered and and as soon as he said hello Jane spurted out, "Please help my name is Jane Bennett and my father is attacking my mother because I told my mom that he raped me and hit me now he it trying to kill my mother and he is going to kill me too!" she said in one long breath. The man was yelling ordered to the people behind him and told her that they would be there in a second then hung up. Jane sat huddled in a corner of her parents room when she heard the police come in and grab Howie, who was screaming 'I will kill you, I swear i will kill you!' A kind man came up and found Jane. He told her the worse news they could have possibly have told her, Howie had knocked her into the table and a shard of glass had pierced her brain and killed her and that Howie would be put away in jail for a long time and he would never hurt her again. Jane did not stop crying for weeks.

Almost imeditly Jane's Grandperents flew in from Paris, they went to court and gave a statement ageist Howie, what he had done ect. Howie was put away for life but still Hannah lived in fear that he would find her. Her grandparents whisked her off to Paris where she led a charmed life and grew up strong willed. But when High School came around her grandparents were getting old and she was sent off to school in Seattle. Where one of her grandparents oldest friends had moved, so she could live a normal life. But on weekends and flies to Paris to see her grandparents, whenever possible really.

But the biggest thing in her life and the thing that has changed was her sixteenth birthday. She had gone to a concert with some friends from France that had flown in for her birthday, that was the first time she had ever gotten drunk and boy was she! By the end of the night she could not see straight. She wondered off into the night and lost her friends, where she was found by some equally drunk university students that took her away to a hotel and 'shared her' she dose not remember anything about that night or who the boys were. All she knows is that she woke up and she was naked on a bed with four other naked guys in a dirty grungy hotel room. She looked around silently trying to sneak out without waking the guys on the bed. She manged to get out of the room with her clothing on and with out waking the guys.

But two month later she came to the conclusion that she was indeed pregnant. What other excuse was there? She had all the signs of it, so she went to the doctor at it was true. But her grand parents were not so happy upon hearing that there only grand daughter was pregnant at sixteen. So they cut her off almost compleatly, they would give her small amounts of money a month not nearly enough to raise a child. And that was all, she knew she would need more help. So she got a job a little restaurant, the only place that would give her a job in her current condition they felt sorry for her and gave her a job.

Then on February 14th Jane was blessed with the greatest thing in her life, Charlotte. She was a small baby but she was perfect. Her mother in miniture, and she named the beautiful baby girl Charlotte. It was the name she herself had wanted instead of one as boring as hers, she had loved it from the first time she herd it in France and now it was her perfect baby girl. Charlotte started to grow up, strong and like any normal girl as Jane made her way through school the money she got from waitressing and the little money she got from her grand parents barley got them by. But and after her grandmother died her grand father rekindled the relationship and started to give money and things changed, almost back to normal. She was able to give Charlotte all the things she deserved and they would be happy. Still she did not give up her job, she loved it now it was part of her. So here she is now, just trying to get by.

addictions: she smokes sometimes, when charlotte is not around
criminal record: none
aspirations: she wants to go to collage, but she knows she could not. she dose not have the time and she considers herself to old, even though she is only 20.

than before,

the family: Mother: Beth Bennett-Job: None, she is dead-Age: 28 at death
Father: Howie Jacobson-Job: none he has life imprisionment-Age: 40
Grandmother: Elaine Bennett-Job: Homemaker-Age: 77
Grandfather: Oliver Bennett-Job: Realtor mogal-Age: 79
Daughter: Charlotte Elaine Bennett-Job: None, she is a child-Age: 4
pets: a gold fish charlotte named dasiy. charlottle names everything daisy!
anything else: ok so i realised like two minutes ago that jane is not a very fitting name for a clemence charrie, so her name is still jane but she is called elissia. so, long story short, is called elissia but i dont want to change the name through out the ENTIRE app :)

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Emilee heard a noise in the background and woke up from her daydream, the bell rang announcing the end of the first class of the day. It was a lazy Friday and she was not ready for class that day, the night before she had drank almost every red bull in her mini fridge and was crashing. She got up slowly watching all the people around her move out of the class room. She gathered up her new bag, the old one had broken a few days ago and she was not liking the new bag. The new one was a nice black leather messenger bag. It was much nicer, more comfortable, held more! But it was not the same, the old one was a ratty tote bag that was a present from her parents for her twelfth birthday, they had given her the green patterned bag along with a stuffed bear. She did not like too many big things and even though they had enough money to buy an entire factory to make any type of bag or bear she wanted, she liked just the little shoulder bag and the build-a-bear bear.

She wondered out of the room looking around the hall way trying to remember where she had to be going. After stopping at her locker to try and find her schedule. She gave up the search, she was wondering around outside when the bell rang, Well, thats just fucking perfect! she said, hiking her new bag up higher on her shoulder and wandered away from any windows of people who could bust her. As she came into the front entrance after looping the school she found a big pair of double doors. She had never been into the room they lead into, so seeing as though she had no where else to go, she walked in. So this is the ball room. she muttered. It was where most of the social events happened but seeing as though she was not a very social person she had never been in the room.

It was a grand room a chandelier and all, it was defiantly at its best right now though. There were stacks of tables and chairs pushed to the sides of the room and the only lighting was from the big paneled windows. She noticed the stage, it was big and very empty. She could imagine a band playing up there, everyone dancing on the area she was standing in that moment. It was a good picture, but she could not see herself in it. But the spirit of adventure was not lost to her, she stepped up to the stage. Her usual uniform tight jeans and some sort of dark fitted shirt was not the most comfortable, mostly just worn for dependability. The jeans hugged her hips uncomfortably as she stepped up to the stage. Hello. she said, her voice echoing in the big empty space. She was just realizing that she was completely alone, and she could do anything she wanted. She dropped the bag to the ground and spun around. She felt like and idiot.

So she stopped spinning and sat on the ground, she had found a room that no one was in and sh could not think of anything to do! There was one thing about it, it was very hot. The room was sweltering, and she was burning up. Even in hot weather she refused to wear anything else but her jeans. So she began to unbutton her top a little more then it all ready was, then a little more. She was alone so what did she care that her shirt was almost completely open? She stopped unbuttoning when she realized there were only seven buttons left and her bra was showing. Fuck its hot! she mumbled then let her body fall to ground. It back fired when she fell a little too fast and slammed her head on the floor. Ow! she said and began to lift her head from the ground when she saw the legs of a piano.

She looked around the corner of the stage and found among stacks of table linen and decorations a old grand piano. She stood up and went into the area, it was small and dusty, but the piano was perfect. It seemed to call to her, she use to love to play. And she was good too, her mom had started to show her how to play when she was three and she took to it at once. But she had refused to look at one since her mother died. It was too sad, but the one that sat before her looked so perfect. She had to go and at least sit on it, she could not help herself. So she sat down at the bench and surveyed the keys. They were discolored and yellow, some were chipped but to her it was immaculate! She blew at the keys and watched as a cloud of dust rose into the air. Just playing a few notes would not hurt right? So she let her fingers rest on the keys.

She was home. First she just pressed down on the keys, but once the music filled the room around her she was hooked. She started to play, her fingers flew over the keys playing a fast paced song she had once known as one of her favorites. After all of those years she remembered! She hit every note, her playing was perfect. and too shortly it was over, the song finished. But she longed for more and let her fingers play the notes of her mothers favorite song, witch was coincidently hers as well. A sweet, sad, slow, melody cane from the instrument. Such sad, slow notes, she could not bear. The memories flooded her, of coming home to find her mother playing this song on the piano in the living room. Her coming up behind her and just listing to it. Memories of why she stopped playing in the first place. She felt her eyes well up and tears flooding her. They rolled down her face to land on the keys of the piano and it ended, relief. She slammed her fingers down onto the keys making a loud slamming noise. And she rest her forehead to the keys. She remembered why she had stopped, now that she had. She had opened a can of worms that she had sealed a long time ago. And it hurt.