Post by Jia Hawthorne on Apr 14, 2009 21:03:57 GMT
Full Name: Jia Therese Hawthorne
Base Class/Sub Class: Consumer/Student
Strengths:[/b] Physically active, cool head in a crisis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Jia stands at 5 foot 5 with a trim and athletic build and good posture; people often remark that she always seems to be standing "at attention". Her taste in clothes leans toward the comfortable and practical rather than fashionable, with a slight punk attitude. Carpenter jeans, tank tops and zip-up hoodies, all in dark colors, are her usual fare.
She wears her medium-brown hair long, nearly to the small of her back, and kept either French-braided or straight with a part on the side. Fair-skinned with blue-green eyes and a rosebud mouth, Jia has been known to turn the heads of guys not immediately put off by her "ice queen" demeanor.
Personality: No one has ever been quite sure of how to deal with Jia. She is smart without being brainy, values common sense and experience over book-learning, and more practical-minded than most young women her age. She has difficulty trusting people, especially her peers, whom she considers a generation of narcissistic, self-righteous idiots. An introvert and a loner, her emotional barriers are well fortified by dry sarcasm and black humor.
Jia has a strong sense of justice and has been known to start fights with bullies. She follows an eye-for-an-eye philosophy, and her particular hatred of gossipy teenaged brats has sent more than a few girls crying to their parents or school officials. But because she treats authority figures with respect and is methodical and thorough when called to explain her actions, she has been a source of unease and exasperation to many adults.
History: Jia lived in White Marsh all of her life. Her parents split up when she was 8 and her older brother Wes was 11, and her relationship with them was never on stable ground. Her father was a physics professor, and though
they loved and respected each other, they always seemed to be at a 30 degree angle to each other on everything from political
viewpoints to personal beliefs. From grade school on, Jia constantly butted heads with her mother, who was a sweet woman but with extremely low self-esteem. For all of her common sense, Jia had a hard time facing up to her mother's guilt trips and emotional blackmail. Her brother Wes was always her closest friend and confidant. After he moved on to college, she hung out in his apartment most evenings out of the week, playing video games and shooting the breeze.
Her mother became addicted to pain medication and anti-depressants while Jia was a sophomore in high school. She started spending as much time away from home as she could after that, working out at the gym, taking karate lessons, bike riding, clubbing, anywhere she could be physically active and relatively by herself. She began to strongly consider joining the Army as soon as she graduated.
During Winter break of her senior year, Jia and Wes went with their mom to visit their grandparents in Williamsburg. Invariably the arguments started between mother and daughter, until a particularly nasty blow-up saw Jia out the door and hailing a cab to meet an acquaintance at a rave in the city. The angry, syncopated rhythms seemed to mirror her own frustration, and time lost all meaning until...
...until...
...until the sun was coming up and there were Humvees parked in the streets while men and women in military fatigue set up barricades. Jia managed to get out a single call to Wes, trying to find out what the hell was going on, before the battery on her phone died mid-conversation. People began crowding in the streets, catcalling, shouting for answers, and were met with grim-faced silence.
Jia felt a tug at her elbow. Matt, one of the guys she had met at the rave, motioned for her and several of his friends to follow him. They would head back to his place, check the local news station and radio, try to get answers that way. Something this big going down, someone had to be reporting something.
But there was nothing. The radio stations were all snow, and the TV news... was showing reruns of last night's headlines?! They were all crammed on Matt's sofa, staring at the TV and each other, dumbfounded. A guy Jia didn't know yelled that Matt had the wrong channel. Eventually people got bored, or pretended to, of trying to figure it all out, and headed home, except for Matt's cousin and her boyfriend. They lived on the other side of town, beyond the blockades. And Jia.
She stayed there for almost a week, crashed on Matt's floor. Jia decided that she liked Matt, though she would never say as such. So far he thought more with his brain than his dick, and she didn't want to give him any reason to do otherwise. He was a decent guy, too, treated his mom nice whenever she called at 1 AM in a panic.
Jia would remember, in the weeks to come, that he was the first to die...
Base Class/Sub Class: Consumer/Student
Strengths:[/b] Physically active, cool head in a crisis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Jia stands at 5 foot 5 with a trim and athletic build and good posture; people often remark that she always seems to be standing "at attention". Her taste in clothes leans toward the comfortable and practical rather than fashionable, with a slight punk attitude. Carpenter jeans, tank tops and zip-up hoodies, all in dark colors, are her usual fare.
She wears her medium-brown hair long, nearly to the small of her back, and kept either French-braided or straight with a part on the side. Fair-skinned with blue-green eyes and a rosebud mouth, Jia has been known to turn the heads of guys not immediately put off by her "ice queen" demeanor.
Personality: No one has ever been quite sure of how to deal with Jia. She is smart without being brainy, values common sense and experience over book-learning, and more practical-minded than most young women her age. She has difficulty trusting people, especially her peers, whom she considers a generation of narcissistic, self-righteous idiots. An introvert and a loner, her emotional barriers are well fortified by dry sarcasm and black humor.
Jia has a strong sense of justice and has been known to start fights with bullies. She follows an eye-for-an-eye philosophy, and her particular hatred of gossipy teenaged brats has sent more than a few girls crying to their parents or school officials. But because she treats authority figures with respect and is methodical and thorough when called to explain her actions, she has been a source of unease and exasperation to many adults.
History: Jia lived in White Marsh all of her life. Her parents split up when she was 8 and her older brother Wes was 11, and her relationship with them was never on stable ground. Her father was a physics professor, and though
they loved and respected each other, they always seemed to be at a 30 degree angle to each other on everything from political
viewpoints to personal beliefs. From grade school on, Jia constantly butted heads with her mother, who was a sweet woman but with extremely low self-esteem. For all of her common sense, Jia had a hard time facing up to her mother's guilt trips and emotional blackmail. Her brother Wes was always her closest friend and confidant. After he moved on to college, she hung out in his apartment most evenings out of the week, playing video games and shooting the breeze.
Her mother became addicted to pain medication and anti-depressants while Jia was a sophomore in high school. She started spending as much time away from home as she could after that, working out at the gym, taking karate lessons, bike riding, clubbing, anywhere she could be physically active and relatively by herself. She began to strongly consider joining the Army as soon as she graduated.
During Winter break of her senior year, Jia and Wes went with their mom to visit their grandparents in Williamsburg. Invariably the arguments started between mother and daughter, until a particularly nasty blow-up saw Jia out the door and hailing a cab to meet an acquaintance at a rave in the city. The angry, syncopated rhythms seemed to mirror her own frustration, and time lost all meaning until...
...until...
...until the sun was coming up and there were Humvees parked in the streets while men and women in military fatigue set up barricades. Jia managed to get out a single call to Wes, trying to find out what the hell was going on, before the battery on her phone died mid-conversation. People began crowding in the streets, catcalling, shouting for answers, and were met with grim-faced silence.
Jia felt a tug at her elbow. Matt, one of the guys she had met at the rave, motioned for her and several of his friends to follow him. They would head back to his place, check the local news station and radio, try to get answers that way. Something this big going down, someone had to be reporting something.
But there was nothing. The radio stations were all snow, and the TV news... was showing reruns of last night's headlines?! They were all crammed on Matt's sofa, staring at the TV and each other, dumbfounded. A guy Jia didn't know yelled that Matt had the wrong channel. Eventually people got bored, or pretended to, of trying to figure it all out, and headed home, except for Matt's cousin and her boyfriend. They lived on the other side of town, beyond the blockades. And Jia.
She stayed there for almost a week, crashed on Matt's floor. Jia decided that she liked Matt, though she would never say as such. So far he thought more with his brain than his dick, and she didn't want to give him any reason to do otherwise. He was a decent guy, too, treated his mom nice whenever she called at 1 AM in a panic.
Jia would remember, in the weeks to come, that he was the first to die...
