Post by Jessica Caper on May 7, 2011 20:10:17 GMT -5
Caper, Jessica, L.
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Despite the lies that your making, your love is mine for the taking
PERSONAL INFORMATION[/font]
Full Birth Name: Jessica Lory Caper
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Current medications: None
Any Health Issues: None
GENERAL[/font]
Issue: Sexual Masochist
Height: 5' 6"
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blond
Tattoos/piercing/Scaring: Scars on her wists from cutting
Any addictions? If so state what? Weed, Alcohol
HISTORY[/font]
History(At least 3 GOOD paragraphs)
Jessica was born on a cold winters night January 24, 1993. Her mother died while giving birth to her and her father had abandoned her mother when he foung out she was pregnant. Jack and Marie Caper adopted Jessie and her whole life she didn't know she was adopted. She was an only child, growing up in a normal household with parents that always wanted her to be happy.
One night when she was 12, she went to a party with some friends. It was halloween and they were going to a costume party. Jessie started talking with some older boys and soon she found herself laying in the gutter, not being able to remember what happened to her. She went to the hospital after her friends found her and it turned out she was raped.
She had surpressed the memory for so long that she only thought of pain as something that would cause pleasure. She spent the next few years of her life trying to get pain in any way she could. She became addicted to weed and alcohol as a way to help keep that terrible night at bay.
Other Documentation which might be important:
RP Example(at least 2 GOOD paragraphs)
Jessica walked into the shower rooms, thankful that they were empty. She sighed and walked to the farthest corner away from the door and she let herself slide down the wall as new tears stained her cheeks. She would often find her own place to cry. She hated letting others see that she was crying. It made her feel week. She already cried in front of Raphael, and he had tried to make her feel better. Though sometimes, she felt like letting herself cry was the best medicine. She pulled the bandages off her wrists and started picking at the scabs.
She wanted to make herself bleed. It was the only way she knew how to make herself feel anything. She smiled as the scabs pulled off, pain turning to pleasure as it pulled at some of the skin that had healed into it. She pulled out a picture that had many creases in it and looked at it. "Emma, why did you leave me?" she whispered softly before putting the picture on the floor and looking around to make sure she was alone. Carefully, she pulled out her lighter and lit the picture on fire. It was one they had taken together at Emma's birthday party.
She cried as the picture burned and her wrists bled again. She watched the flames dance before they went out and then she went to watching the blood coming from her wrists. She didn't know if she would die since they were healing, but wondered how much they would keep bleeding. She also wondered if maybe she should try to die since she didn't feel the will to live anymore. She sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes as thoughts of sunshine and being with someone that loved her danced in her head.
Then, her thoughts turned to Jason. The boy with the crystal eyes. She was so confused about what she felt for him. Should she go and find him? Ask him what she should do? She sighed and stayed where she was. She hated that she didn't have anything sharp on her. She wanted to make her wrists bleed more. She wanted all this pain, all this suffering to end. She didn't want to be here anymore. She couldn't write to Emma. She couldn't figure out what was going on with her when she was around Jason.
She hadn't really spoken to anyone about what happened in the gardens with him. She was to embarrassed and she wanted to know what she felt before going and talking to someone. Besides, she didn't want to see Braydon again and he was her therapist. She sighed as she looked at her wrists. They were still bleeding and Jessie didn't do anything to stop them as they kept going. She didn't realize how deep she had cut them until just now. Watching the red liquid flow from her body seemed unreal to her. Like it wasn't her blood.
CREATOR INFORMATION[/font]
Chatbox name: JessieCaper
Character Playby:Paris Hilton
Age:20[/center]
