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Name:
Jordan Rebbeka Craft
Age:
Nineteen Years Old
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Animal Farmer
Appearance:
Jordan Possesses Shoulder length Blonde Hair wavy But Always nice. Her Skin Is The Colour Of Snow Never Blemished. Her Body Is Slim And Slender. She Has Big Brown Eyes. She Weighs About A Hundred And Ten Pounds. She Has A Strong Frame And Doesn’t Show Her Facial Emotions. She Doesn’t Really Smile The Only Time She Will Is If There Is good Reason. She Bites Her Nails So They Aren’t Very Long, She Tries Hard To Grow Them. Her Arms May Look Weak But They Have A Hidden Strength. Jordan Has Faint Scars On Her Knuckles And A Long Dark Scar Running Down Her Back. Lately She Has Had Bags Under Her Eyes From Lack Of Sleep.
Personality:
Jordan Has An Antagonistic Personality, She Seems Like She Is Always Angry This Is Because She Always Is. She Is Her Calmest When She Is Alone, Which Is Hardly Ever There Is Always Someone Around. She Doesn’t Mean To Come Across As Nasty, It Was Just How She Was Brought Up And Having An Older Brother Never Really Helped Her Situation. Always On Her Case And Always Trying To Toughen Her Up. She Can Be Very Adventurous, If You Throw Something Decent Enough Her Way. She Also Tends To Get Herself Into More Trouble Than She Can Handle, But She Always Seems To Get Out Of Anything.
History:
Jordan Was Born Into A Family That Was Doing Ok With Money, Her Mother Was Told She Couldn’t Have Children So She Adopted A Little Boy, Whom She Loved. So When Jordan Came Along It Was A Miracle. Her Mother Never Regretted Adopting. She Was Her Little Angel; She Had Gotten Everything, Even Though She Never Asked For Them. Her Mother Fell Pregnant Once More When Jordan Was Seven And Her Brother Was Nine. The Pregnancy Had A Lot Of Issues And Problems And Unfortunately During Labour Both The Baby Boy And Jordan's Mother Died. Kayleigh’s Father Went Downhill And Hardly Talked She Had To Look After Him As He Grieved. Her Brother Was Scared Of The Way Their Father Was Heading. He Was Very Ill For Sometime But Many Months Later He Recovered, Although He Was Never The Same Again. Jordan Was Very Mature As A Child And Never Really Had Much Of A Teenage Life. Her Father Didn’t Believe That His Daughter Should Learn The Ways Of War And Combat As She Was A Lady And Should Be Protected Not Be The One Protecting. Jordan Thought A Little Different. Secretly She Practiced Hand To Hand Combat And Archery. She Believed That No One Is Safe Even With The Knowledge Of Combat. She Wants To Be Strong And Survive Within The Dome. Every Day She Trains, She Rides Hard Every Day. Because Of Her Combat Training And Tactics The Government Accused Her Of Being A Rebel Against Their Cause, The Last Thing She Saw Was Her Fathers And Brothers Face Tear Stained And Screaming, She Awoke In Neclymoure.
About Me:
I Am Strong And Can Fight Hard. I Help Protect Those Cant Protect Themselves, I Love Animals, All Shapes And Sizes.

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Preferred Name:
Lucy
Role Play Experience:
Six Years Give Or Take.
Other Characters:
None At Present.
Face I Would Like To Claim In Future:
Emma Watson

[Rosaline Rivers]

Accepted !

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