Post by Jessie Rhodes on Jun 20, 2012 21:53:26 GMT -5
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Jessie RhodesTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Jessie Rhodes
Nickname(s): Jess
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: September 11, 1986 at St. Johns Hospital in Springfield, Missouri.
Current Residence: Trekking along highway 20 in Georgia
Family:Alexander Rhodes; Father (Unknown), Selena Rhodes; Mother (Unknown)[/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 5'5
Body type: Athletic; Jessie's frame is curvaceous with a lean muscle mass. She has very good definition in both her thighs and biceps.
Skin tone: Tan
Eye color: Hazy blue
Hair color and typical style: Long, layered brown hair that is usually pulled up into a high pony tail.
Played By: Angelina Jolie
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): Jessie has a Buddhist Pali incantation written in Khmer script on her left shoulder blade and a swirling tribal tattoo the circles her wrist and up to her thumb. She also has a tattoo on her left underarm of the Roman number 13 as well as a 12-inch long, 8-inch wide Bengal tiger tattoo on her lower back. It was done in the traditional Thai tattoo style with a manual needle. All these tattoos were done under a series of sessions while she was incarcerated in the South Central Correctional Facility.
My Style: Jessie style once consisted of a bright orange jump suit, but that all changed when the end of the world happened. Now she wears whatever she can get her hands on. Often times she tends to gravitate to some kind of cameo pants or shorts, any type of combat boots, and a tank-top, preferably black.[/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
-Rain
-Weapons
-Dreamless sleeps
-The smell of roses
-Music
-Peace
Dislikes:
- Bad Luck
-Orders
-Nightmares
-Preppy People
-Large crowds
-Alcohol
What was/is your characters dream/goals:
Before Jessie was incarcerated she had the hopes of joining the Navy, possibly becoming a Master At Arms. After a few years of service she would have went to college and ironically getting a job somewhere in Law.
That, along with any other hopes she had, went down the drain once she was convicted. During her days in prison it was just a struggle to live from day to day. She never allowed herself to have dreams. She didn't deserve hope. Jessie was content on dying in prison. Now that she is out, she focusing on one thing. Atonement.
Fears:
-Getting shanked
-Encountering her victim's family
-Her Nightmares[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please):
Generally, there is a idea that Jessie knows is how she is suppose to act; cold, distant, cruel, detached. She knows this is how she is suppose to behave as a labeled murderer, but even after eight years in prison she still holds a slimmer of purpose. If thrown into a situation where she is called to help, she will do everything in her power to redeem herself of the stigma of being a killer. She will protect who she has too in order to achieve some form of atonement for her crime. She believes if she does enough good that maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to balance it for her bad choice. Doubtful as the idea is, it is the only thing keeping her going.
Jess, unremarkably, has a hard time being comfortable among others. She just can’t trust them. Once thrown behind bars, Jessie has the perspective of everyone potentially stabbing her in the back. She's in a constant state of suspicion and is always looking over her shoulder.
She also just isn't very use to being around other people. She is aware of social mannerisms, but sometimes she comes off as very detached and oddly formal. However, it is a good idea to listen when this girl opens her mouth. She doesn't repeat what she says and often times when she does speak it is usually something important.
If something involves Jess, it’s going to be her way. If you don't like it, then you will probably spend a lot of time arguing with her over it before she finally concedes. She's not much for being a team player unless she has no other choice. She has learned you can only depend on yourself; others just get in the way of getting the job done. This is especially true when fighting for her life. If the zombie is in front of her she isn't going to wait for someone else to come up with a plan. If it’s in her sight and range, she will kill it, plain and simple. It wouldn't matter if it was your mother or sister, to her it is necessary to ensure the safety of herself and others.
When it comes to people she likes, this girl is downright awkward. She will become incredibly clumsy, usually finding so way to tumble over her own feet. Her usual demeanor will become flustered as she tries to impress the person. Jess will often times try to tip-toe when she is around someone she cares about and do everything in her power to be, "Perfect" which usually result in her embarrassing herself.
Her feelings on a average day are mixed when she is around others and she really doesn't know how to conduct herself. One moment she will deliberately try to be more calm and patient, even if they begin to annoy her. Then the next, she will lash out at them for asking a simple question like, "What’s your favorite color?" Though, she is extremely protective of any person who happens to successfully form a group with her. She will not hesitate to make sure that person is kept safe.
Jess is incredibly fearless. She would fight a zombie with nothing but a toothbrush if she had to and wouldn't break out in a nervous sweat.
Despite her aggressiveness and apparent, "Screw you." attitude, Jess is just a broken soul looking for redemption. If you can get through the many casings surrounding her heart, you will find Rhodes to be a very worthy ally who will have your back on any situation. The ones she cares the most about are the ones she is most sensitive towards.
Strengths :
-Resourceful; good in a fight and able to make weapons out of practically nothing.
-Methodical; Orderly in thought and behavior.
-Decisive; does not hesitate in her actions.
-Self-Control; not greedy, takes only what she needs and never what she wants.
-Prude; When given two options, she usually chooses the less risky, less expensive and less high-profile one.
-Humility; Jess is constantly learning from other people, even those who are younger or less educated or experienced than her.
Weaknesses : (at least 5)
-Disciplined; Too rigid and demanding of self/others
-Domineering; too focused on doing it her way.
-Hope; Where others see the silver lining, she sees only a dark cloud
-Serious; she hardly sees the lighter side of a situation
-Zero Appreciation of Beauty; Jessie never pauses to take in the view, gaze skywards, or observe animals in motion. She doesn't have a sense of awe that sweeps over her when she contemplates the vastness of nature or the intimate details of life.
Habits Rhodes has a almost annoying habit of cracking her knuckles. Ever since she was young she like the sound her fingers made whenever they just, popped. Another habit she seems to have is raising her left eyebrow whenever something intrigues, annoys, or entertains her.
Flaws:
Physical- Jessie does not sleep well. Almost every night she is assaulted with nightmares of Elizabeth, her victim, coming back from the dead by either devouring her alive as a zombie or running her over with a car.
Personality- She is beginning to develop a mild form of PTSD. She has recurrent dreams of Elizabeth; feelings of detachment; sleeping difficulties; irritability and occasional outbursts of anger. [/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
Before conviction, Jessie was in training to join the military. Spending a lot of her time at the gym and, under her recruiter's instructions, the gun range. Of course she never received official military training, she knows how to at least hold a gun, load it and take the safety off.
Once convicted, Jessie became very well acquainted with handheld weapons. It became an almost requirement to have a shank or shiv on her person and at least in her cell at all times. Disagreements with other inmates, turf wars, and beefs were all a part of life in prison. If you couldn't hold yourself together as a wolf you became a sheep. You did not want to be a sheep. So, Rhodes found many way to make sure she was well defended. You'd be surprised what you could make with a bit of duct tape and a sharpened toothbrush.
Social intelligence; Jess can sense the mood of people in the room the moment she walk into it. She is able to tell who gets along and who does not after a quick observation. In prison this was crucial to learn in order to avoid and look out for potential fights in the yard or rec room. She became very good at watching people without being noticed. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Many criminals claim they are convicted of a crime they didn't commit. The same could not be said for Jessie. When the police came to the hospital where she was recuperating, merely a two days after the incident with a warrant for her arrest, the 18 year old Rhodes at the time didn't even try to run, not that she really could. Overpowered with guilt, she allowed shaking hands to be cuffed and priceless freedom to be striped.
She would never forget that day. Thinking back still brought chills along Jessie's spine.
The day had started just like any other, one that would have been simply associated with as a day of hanging out with friends or stopping by the grocery store on the way home.
Kevin, her boyfriend at the time, picked her up to take her to a graduation party out in the boonies of the city. Someplace out in the middle of a cornfield where it was near impossible to be spotted by cops or passing by traffic. Kevin had spoken of nothing else the entire week, exclaiming how it was to be the most epic party of the year. Jessie had never really been one for parties, but at the time she wanted nothing more than to please Kevin.
They got there around 11, and Jess spent most of her time hanging on Kevin's arm and trying not to drink to much liquor. However, under the disapproving gaze of her boyfriend, she began drinking way more than what she would have originally allowed herself in order to please him. For awhile, it succeeded, Jess was Kevin's drunk pride and joy.
Then as it got later, things turned for the worst. After returning with another two cups of beer for Kevin and herself, her boyfriend was no where to be found. Searching high and low, Jess finally found her boo locking lips with some cheerleader that she didn't even know the name of.
Hurt, angry, and incredibly drunk she threw her and Kevin's drinks on the ground and stormed to an unlocked car. The keys, for some reason, had been in the ignition and before she could even form a thought about driving she was swerving onto the farm road.
What happened next was told to her by doctors and during her court hearing. She couldn't remember what happened, but somewhere through the drive she swerved into the wrong lane and crashed into another car killing the person on impact.
The barely legal adult pleaded guilty to 1st degree murder along with 3 other minor convictions that she couldn't even remember. Arson? Car theft? None of it really mattered, she deserved to rot behind bars. Elizabeth Sanders, as she was told, was dead and Jessie had killed her.
Eight years she stayed at South Central Correctional Center in Missouri. At age twenty-six Rhodes was hardened and resigned to her entire life in prison. However, a stroke of luck, unknown to her, would soon turn her world upside down.
Due to complication with turf wars, that Jessie was in no way apart of but was blamed for because of reputation and false eye witnesses, she was filed for transfer to another prison. That prison would have been Arrendale State Prison in Georgia where the victim's family moved to after the incident. However, the police escort cruiser would never make it that far.
The cruiser hit a frenzied car on the interstate and crashed. The cop didn't make it, but Jess did. Escaping through the broken back window of the cruiser, Rhodes found the cops body and unlocked her handcuffs. She took his gun, and clothes before hightailing it out of there. She had expected more cops to come after her, but they never did. The convict soon found out later the police force had their hands full trying to contain the walking dead. Fleeing away from the highway she took to the forests that surrounded the area using the opportunity to change out of her prison wear. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she knew that along as she was alive she would make it up to Elizabeth. She would continue forward and find some way to redeem herself for her terrible crime.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Jessie let out a tiny hiss as she collided with the chain link fence. The convict's breath came in ragged huffs as she glared at the barrier before her. What kind of luck was this? Who the hell did she need to pray to in order to gain a bit of reprieve?
A small, but terrible curse escaped Rhodes' lips. She should have continued going straight. Now because she tried to get fancy, Jess was going to get ripped limb from limb. Maybe there was a chance to turn back, duke them out, and sneak around somehow?
The shuffling and groaning of the dead was increasing in volume further down the alley from where she had run down. There was no freaking time left to think, she need to move, now! Without waiting to catch her breath, Jessie placed her combat knife in between her teeth and proceeded to scramble up the blockade. Nearly half way up, she felt something collide with the fence, shaking the wall at it's foundations, almost making her fall backwards.
Tightening her grip, Rhodes spared a quick glance over her shoulder, immediately wishing she hadn't. Below her was a quickly forming mass of the walking dead. Eyes bulging out of their sockets with shock, the young woman cursed through the knife in her mouth. The dead just had the most impeccable timing she had ever seen. Quickening her pace she reached the top of the fence, stopping momentarily to kick a few out reaching hands that tried to grab at her stained shoes.
"Shiii-" Kicking a bit too hard, Jess unbalanced herself falling off the fence. Cursing loudly and losing her grip of the combat knife that had been in her mouth, she crashed on the other side, hurting her ribs from the fall. Coughing in exasperation, Rhodes rolled onto her stomach in pain.
That was not going to feel good in a few hours. What the hell was her problem? She was never this clumsy before. Where the heck was her knife?
Looking around for her weapon, Jessie suddenly smacked the concrete ground in suppressed anger. Her precious knife was lodged deeply in one of the zombies on the other side of the fence.
Her luck was just on a roll today.
Letting out another colorful curse, Jess jumped to her feet. Luckily, she was good at making shivs, but honestly the combat knife would be a huge loss. Yet, there was no way she was sticking around this town any longer to find a new one. The sooner she made it back to her pickup truck, admitting-ly not exactly hers, the sooner she could leave this overrun hell-hole.
Personally, the whole trip had been a giant waste of gas. The town was completely ransacked, with barely a bit of rotten goods in the local gas station. Then, to add further disappointment, she found no evidence that would suggest survivors in the blasted place. Maybe they were all further north.
Not that it really mattered, she had no real intentions of forming a group with anyone really. Jess just couldn't see that happening. Giving the fence one good kick, the woman turned away from the growing mass of dead people and sprinted back towards where she had left her truck. Hopefully down the highway she'd be able to siphon gas from other cars, but she wasn't to hopeful on the idea.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL:------
Many criminals claim they are convicted of a crime they didn't commit. The same could not be said for Jessie. When the police came to the hospital where she was recuperating, merely a two days after the incident with a warrant for her arrest, the 18 year old Rhodes at the time didn't even try to run, not that she really could. Overpowered with guilt, she allowed shaking hands to be cuffed and priceless freedom to be striped.
She would never forget that day. Thinking back still brought chills along Jessie's spine.
The day had started just like any other, one that would have been simply associated with as a day of hanging out with friends or stopping by the grocery store on the way home.
Kevin, her boyfriend at the time, picked her up to take her to a graduation party out in the boonies of the city. Someplace out in the middle of a cornfield where it was near impossible to be spotted by cops or passing by traffic. Kevin had spoken of nothing else the entire week, exclaiming how it was to be the most epic party of the year. Jessie had never really been one for parties, but at the time she wanted nothing more than to please Kevin.
They got there around 11, and Jess spent most of her time hanging on Kevin's arm and trying not to drink to much liquor. However, under the disapproving gaze of her boyfriend, she began drinking way more than what she would have originally allowed herself in order to please him. For awhile, it succeeded, Jess was Kevin's drunk pride and joy.
Then as it got later, things turned for the worst. After returning with another two cups of beer for Kevin and herself, her boyfriend was no where to be found. Searching high and low, Jess finally found her boo locking lips with some cheerleader that she didn't even know the name of.
Hurt, angry, and incredibly drunk she threw her and Kevin's drinks on the ground and stormed to an unlocked car. The keys, for some reason, had been in the ignition and before she could even form a thought about driving she was swerving onto the farm road.
What happened next was told to her by doctors and during her court hearing. She couldn't remember what happened, but somewhere through the drive she swerved into the wrong lane and crashed into another car killing the person on impact.
The barely legal adult pleaded guilty to 1st degree murder along with 3 other minor convictions that she couldn't even remember. Arson? Car theft? None of it really mattered, she deserved to rot behind bars. Elizabeth Sanders, as she was told, was dead and Jessie had killed her.
Eight years she stayed at South Central Correctional Center in Missouri. At age twenty-six Rhodes was hardened and resigned to her entire life in prison. However, a stroke of luck, unknown to her, would soon turn her world upside down.
Due to complication with turf wars, that Jessie was in no way apart of but was blamed for because of reputation and false eye witnesses, she was filed for transfer to another prison. That prison would have been Arrendale State Prison in Georgia where the victim's family moved to after the incident. However, the police escort cruiser would never make it that far.
The cruiser hit a frenzied car on the interstate and crashed. The cop didn't make it, but Jess did. Escaping through the broken back window of the cruiser, Rhodes found the cops body and unlocked her handcuffs. She took his gun, and clothes before hightailing it out of there. She had expected more cops to come after her, but they never did. The convict soon found out later the police force had their hands full trying to contain the walking dead. Fleeing away from the highway she took to the forests that surrounded the area using the opportunity to change out of her prison wear. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she knew that along as she was alive she would make it up to Elizabeth. She would continue forward and find some way to redeem herself for her terrible crime.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Jessie let out a tiny hiss as she collided with the chain link fence. The convict's breath came in ragged huffs as she glared at the barrier before her. What kind of luck was this? Who the hell did she need to pray to in order to gain a bit of reprieve?
A small, but terrible curse escaped Rhodes' lips. She should have continued going straight. Now because she tried to get fancy, Jess was going to get ripped limb from limb. Maybe there was a chance to turn back, duke them out, and sneak around somehow?
The shuffling and groaning of the dead was increasing in volume further down the alley from where she had run down. There was no freaking time left to think, she need to move, now! Without waiting to catch her breath, Jessie placed her combat knife in between her teeth and proceeded to scramble up the blockade. Nearly half way up, she felt something collide with the fence, shaking the wall at it's foundations, almost making her fall backwards.
Tightening her grip, Rhodes spared a quick glance over her shoulder, immediately wishing she hadn't. Below her was a quickly forming mass of the walking dead. Eyes bulging out of their sockets with shock, the young woman cursed through the knife in her mouth. The dead just had the most impeccable timing she had ever seen. Quickening her pace she reached the top of the fence, stopping momentarily to kick a few out reaching hands that tried to grab at her stained shoes.
"Shiii-" Kicking a bit too hard, Jess unbalanced herself falling off the fence. Cursing loudly and losing her grip of the combat knife that had been in her mouth, she crashed on the other side, hurting her ribs from the fall. Coughing in exasperation, Rhodes rolled onto her stomach in pain.
That was not going to feel good in a few hours. What the hell was her problem? She was never this clumsy before. Where the heck was her knife?
Looking around for her weapon, Jessie suddenly smacked the concrete ground in suppressed anger. Her precious knife was lodged deeply in one of the zombies on the other side of the fence.
Her luck was just on a roll today.
Letting out another colorful curse, Jess jumped to her feet. Luckily, she was good at making shivs, but honestly the combat knife would be a huge loss. Yet, there was no way she was sticking around this town any longer to find a new one. The sooner she made it back to her pickup truck, admitting-ly not exactly hers, the sooner she could leave this overrun hell-hole.
Personally, the whole trip had been a giant waste of gas. The town was completely ransacked, with barely a bit of rotten goods in the local gas station. Then, to add further disappointment, she found no evidence that would suggest survivors in the blasted place. Maybe they were all further north.
Not that it really mattered, she had no real intentions of forming a group with anyone really. Jess just couldn't see that happening. Giving the fence one good kick, the woman turned away from the growing mass of dead people and sprinted back towards where she had left her truck. Hopefully down the highway she'd be able to siphon gas from other cars, but she wasn't to hopeful on the idea.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL:------
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