Post by remy on Dec 20, 2009 19:43:24 GMT -8
Character's Name: Jordyn Kay Monico
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile
5'8, petite build, 130 lbs, blondish red curly hair, green eyes, pale complexions with freckles, Caucasian. Jordyn wears jeans and a tee shirt most days. When she's feeling more adventurous she wears flashy dresses and large hair ornaments. She experiments with make up and jewelry and isn't afraid to try new styles.
Birthplace: Rome, Italy
Preferred rank: N/a
Department: Civilian (Manages 10 Forward and assists in the Arboretum)
Personality:
Jordyn considers herself to be an independent woman. She makes decisions and stands by them no matter the outcome. Her fiance once called her stubborn and to a degree she is. She doesn't like admitting that she may be wrong, but if the situation warrants it she will push aside her pride and say so. Jordyn is not perfect and she knows that. Her personality is skewed and she can be a tad bit hypocritical. She's most contradictory when she feels she has no way of defending herself. She tells the occasional white lie here and there to get out of tight situations, but feels horrible after wards.
Jordyn adores simplicity. She's content to sit by the window with a cup of tea and watch the rain rather than hitting up the biggest social events. She doesn't need material things to please her. She only really wants love and devotion. It may seem cheesy, but when it comes down to it she'd pass on the most expensive material things to have a few more minutes with someone she loves. It doesn't take much to please her, yet it doesn't take much to hurt her feelings either. She bruises easily and usually covers her sadness by throwing herself into work, exercising or doing crafts.
Jordyn does enjoy socializing. She surrounds herself with her circle of close friends and can have long conversations about the most mundane of things. The closeness of friendship means alot to her and she treats those she befriends like family. Though most of her friends are female, she befriends men almost as easily as she befriends women. She believes that both sexes bring something different to the table--some men are simply more secretive about their lives than others. They are more of a challenge and she enjoys delving into other people's lives and figuring out what makes them tick. She's intuitive and will usually adjust her feelings to make those around her feel better, or to get them to talk more. In a word, Jordyn does like gossip. Usually gossip stops with her though. She can keep a secret if you tell her your business in confidence. She knows where to draw the line when it comes to people's personal lives and will rarely cross it if there's the possibility that another person will be hurt.
Background and History: (please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Jordyn life started in the middle of a festival in Rome. Her mother, Anne, dressed in a scarlet dress, was dancing with her rambunctious father, David, and before everyone's very eyes her water broke and she went into labor right there in the middle of the town square. Much panic ensued and two short hours later she was born, a healthy baby of 7 pounds with striking red hair.
The years following her birth were just as exciting. Both her mother and father were cooks--not chefs. They loathed the title of chef. It brought too much prestige and unwanted attention. Being cooks at a small villa, made bed and breakfast, Jordyn was raised around the most interesting people. For instance a couple on their wedding day, swept into their villa dressed as fairies. They sprinkled their 'fairy' dust around the place and put charms on the other residents. David quickly ushered them to their room and mumbled something about 'drunken fools.' Jordyn was thrilled. She had been crowned princess of Fairytopia by the queen fairy.
Being only 5, for almost a year she believed she was a fairy princess and nothing anyone said could make her believe otherwise. It wasn't until more interesting residents happened upon their villa did she toss that nonsense aside. She wanted to be a lion tamer, a circus clown, a nomad, a belly dancer. These were the people she saw and each left their mark on her rather large imagination.
Schooling during those years consisted of small tutoring classes with other children who lived nearby. Her parents did not believe in public education so they sent her to Mrs. Delohov, a Spanish madame who believed in traditional education and disciplines. Draped in scarves of fine silk and beads of assorted colors, Mrs. Margaret Delohov was a character. Though she taught them the regular academics, she also incorporated others methods of learning. She burned ginseng before class, told fortunes during 'recess' and read from golden trimmed charm books. She taught them alternatives ways of thinking and from her Jordyn learned to think outside of the box and broaden her horizons.
Jordyn clung to her mothers computerized books like a desert wanderer to water. She read about everything from pirates to space travel, but nothing grabbed her attention quite like her father's personal journal about life as an up and coming cook. He let her read them in hope that she would one day follow in his foot steps. He got his wish. At the age of 16 she told him that she wanted to become a chef, yes, a chef--not a cook. She wanted recognition. Her father laughed at that and her mother pecked her on the cheek. A chef she would be. They wanted the best for their daughter.
They taught her everything they knew, but when their lessons were done she continued to learn from those in the neighborhood. This brought her to Saldone Garcion, a strange man who loved his pet chicken Henry VIII. He was family friend and owned a restaurant in Rome. There she learned most of what she knows today. He allowed her to experiment with seasoning, assorted meats and vegetables. She created some pretty horrendous things those first few years, but in the end she knew what worked and what didn't and she was a better cook for it.
Her parents believed in leaving the home and finding ones self and that's what she did. She traveled around Europe and stayed in places from first rate hotels to shacks on the edges of the Mediterranean. It was during her travels that she met Valerie. Up until then her interest had been in men, but Valerie sweep her off her feet. She was wild and adventurous. Where the limits of her imagination stopped, Valerie's continued. They did whatever popped into their heads. Being only 21 love was new to Jordyn and she took to it immediately.
When Valerie told her her dream of joining star fleet she urged her. She had always wanted to see space and this would be her chance.When Valerie proposed marriage a few short months later she accepted with no qualms about it. She was in love and her relationship came first.
Four years Jordyn waited for Valerie's call. In the mean time she continued to make a name for herself as a chef in the heart of Rome. She moved to San Francisco a month before Valerie was to graduate. Nothing had changed between them, or so she thought. She applied for a job on the USS Saber where Valerie was stationed after graduation and there she worked her arse off for little over four years. She works as chef on board while her fiance did her duties as Lt. JG and helmsman aboard the Saber.
She awaited marriage to Valerie and had even begun to finally make plans. It was just before the attack on the Carolina that Jordyn learned the truth from Valerie. Valerie, who had insisted on putting off marriage until her next promotion, was secretly married to someone else, another officer on the ship, and was only dragging her along for the ride. She heard it from one of her friends and after confirming the rumors with Valerie, slapped her and quit.
Still a bit shaken she found a job aboard the Nike and that's where she resides now as she tries to pick up the pieces of her broken future.
Name of Celebrity: Ellen Pompeo
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Sample Roleplay:
ooc//In my sample Jordyn is just a cook, not the manager.//
Jordyn sat behind the counter at 10 forward, her PADD in hand as she read a few passages of Don Quixote. It was by far her favorite book, not for the literary brilliance, but because she loved Don's inhibitions, his innocence and his unwavering determination to defend his land.
"The first thing he did was to burnish up some old pieces of armor, left him by his great-grandfather, which for ages had lain in a corner, moldering and forgotten. He polished and adjusted them as best he could, and then he noticed that one very important thing was lacking: there was no closed helmet, but only a morion, or visorless headpiece, with turned up brim of the kind foot soldiers wore. His ingenuity, however, enabled him to remedy this and he proceeded to fashion out of cardboard a kind of helmet, which when attached to the morion, gave the appearance of a whole one..."
Jordyn laughed to herself and shook her head. Silly man, but then again one's imagination, no matter how deluded, was usually the last thing one had to rely on to continue peacefully in this world when all else failed.
Like your proposed marriage, she thought to herself as she raised her gaze and peered around at the officers within the room. They all seemed so happy, so content. She leaned heavily on the bar and closed her eyes. Dropping her head so that her curls pooled around her face, she sighed and took a deep breath. She couldn't continue to dwell on this. Her marriage was over--hadn't actually begun if she really thought about it. She'd been living a lie all of these years and now she had to open her eyes and see that.
"A refill please," a male officer said sliding his empty mug her way. Raising her head, she gave a small smile and nodded.
"One refill coming up." She moved from her chair and grabbed a pot of hot coffee. She moved back to the counter and poured the steaming liquid into the mug. "So, how is your morning so far, Lieutenant," she said glancing away from the cup to capture his gaze before looking back down again.
"Amazing," he said before stretching a bit. "Even better now that I've seen your smile." Jordyn could feel a small tinge of a blush rise to her cheeks at that and she shook her head, chuckling to herself.
"Glad I could help," she said nudging his mug toward him with her finger tips. He gave her a knowing smile before returning to his table. Jordyn looked after him for a moment before retaking her seat and looking back at her PADD where the lines of Don Quixote still lay awaiting her fixated eyes.
Now he was cute and very charming! He had only been trying to make her smile. He wasn't interested. Right? She glanced his way before looking down at her lap. Was she delusional just like Don Quixote? Was there the possibility that someone, anyone, was still interested in her? Maybe. Perhaps she was delusional, maybe she was losing her mind, but Don Quixote saw giants where there were none yet in the end he saved people, even if they didn't need saving. He was mad, but who was completely sane anymore?
You aren't if you're comparing yourself to Don Quixote. She thought, reprimanding herself, though her smile never faltered as she continued to read. In the end everything would be alright, no matter how many windmills she would have to tackle along the way.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile
5'8, petite build, 130 lbs, blondish red curly hair, green eyes, pale complexions with freckles, Caucasian. Jordyn wears jeans and a tee shirt most days. When she's feeling more adventurous she wears flashy dresses and large hair ornaments. She experiments with make up and jewelry and isn't afraid to try new styles.
Birthplace: Rome, Italy
Preferred rank: N/a
Department: Civilian (Manages 10 Forward and assists in the Arboretum)
Personality:
Jordyn considers herself to be an independent woman. She makes decisions and stands by them no matter the outcome. Her fiance once called her stubborn and to a degree she is. She doesn't like admitting that she may be wrong, but if the situation warrants it she will push aside her pride and say so. Jordyn is not perfect and she knows that. Her personality is skewed and she can be a tad bit hypocritical. She's most contradictory when she feels she has no way of defending herself. She tells the occasional white lie here and there to get out of tight situations, but feels horrible after wards.
Jordyn adores simplicity. She's content to sit by the window with a cup of tea and watch the rain rather than hitting up the biggest social events. She doesn't need material things to please her. She only really wants love and devotion. It may seem cheesy, but when it comes down to it she'd pass on the most expensive material things to have a few more minutes with someone she loves. It doesn't take much to please her, yet it doesn't take much to hurt her feelings either. She bruises easily and usually covers her sadness by throwing herself into work, exercising or doing crafts.
Jordyn does enjoy socializing. She surrounds herself with her circle of close friends and can have long conversations about the most mundane of things. The closeness of friendship means alot to her and she treats those she befriends like family. Though most of her friends are female, she befriends men almost as easily as she befriends women. She believes that both sexes bring something different to the table--some men are simply more secretive about their lives than others. They are more of a challenge and she enjoys delving into other people's lives and figuring out what makes them tick. She's intuitive and will usually adjust her feelings to make those around her feel better, or to get them to talk more. In a word, Jordyn does like gossip. Usually gossip stops with her though. She can keep a secret if you tell her your business in confidence. She knows where to draw the line when it comes to people's personal lives and will rarely cross it if there's the possibility that another person will be hurt.
Background and History: (please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Jordyn life started in the middle of a festival in Rome. Her mother, Anne, dressed in a scarlet dress, was dancing with her rambunctious father, David, and before everyone's very eyes her water broke and she went into labor right there in the middle of the town square. Much panic ensued and two short hours later she was born, a healthy baby of 7 pounds with striking red hair.
The years following her birth were just as exciting. Both her mother and father were cooks--not chefs. They loathed the title of chef. It brought too much prestige and unwanted attention. Being cooks at a small villa, made bed and breakfast, Jordyn was raised around the most interesting people. For instance a couple on their wedding day, swept into their villa dressed as fairies. They sprinkled their 'fairy' dust around the place and put charms on the other residents. David quickly ushered them to their room and mumbled something about 'drunken fools.' Jordyn was thrilled. She had been crowned princess of Fairytopia by the queen fairy.
Being only 5, for almost a year she believed she was a fairy princess and nothing anyone said could make her believe otherwise. It wasn't until more interesting residents happened upon their villa did she toss that nonsense aside. She wanted to be a lion tamer, a circus clown, a nomad, a belly dancer. These were the people she saw and each left their mark on her rather large imagination.
Schooling during those years consisted of small tutoring classes with other children who lived nearby. Her parents did not believe in public education so they sent her to Mrs. Delohov, a Spanish madame who believed in traditional education and disciplines. Draped in scarves of fine silk and beads of assorted colors, Mrs. Margaret Delohov was a character. Though she taught them the regular academics, she also incorporated others methods of learning. She burned ginseng before class, told fortunes during 'recess' and read from golden trimmed charm books. She taught them alternatives ways of thinking and from her Jordyn learned to think outside of the box and broaden her horizons.
Jordyn clung to her mothers computerized books like a desert wanderer to water. She read about everything from pirates to space travel, but nothing grabbed her attention quite like her father's personal journal about life as an up and coming cook. He let her read them in hope that she would one day follow in his foot steps. He got his wish. At the age of 16 she told him that she wanted to become a chef, yes, a chef--not a cook. She wanted recognition. Her father laughed at that and her mother pecked her on the cheek. A chef she would be. They wanted the best for their daughter.
They taught her everything they knew, but when their lessons were done she continued to learn from those in the neighborhood. This brought her to Saldone Garcion, a strange man who loved his pet chicken Henry VIII. He was family friend and owned a restaurant in Rome. There she learned most of what she knows today. He allowed her to experiment with seasoning, assorted meats and vegetables. She created some pretty horrendous things those first few years, but in the end she knew what worked and what didn't and she was a better cook for it.
Her parents believed in leaving the home and finding ones self and that's what she did. She traveled around Europe and stayed in places from first rate hotels to shacks on the edges of the Mediterranean. It was during her travels that she met Valerie. Up until then her interest had been in men, but Valerie sweep her off her feet. She was wild and adventurous. Where the limits of her imagination stopped, Valerie's continued. They did whatever popped into their heads. Being only 21 love was new to Jordyn and she took to it immediately.
When Valerie told her her dream of joining star fleet she urged her. She had always wanted to see space and this would be her chance.When Valerie proposed marriage a few short months later she accepted with no qualms about it. She was in love and her relationship came first.
Four years Jordyn waited for Valerie's call. In the mean time she continued to make a name for herself as a chef in the heart of Rome. She moved to San Francisco a month before Valerie was to graduate. Nothing had changed between them, or so she thought. She applied for a job on the USS Saber where Valerie was stationed after graduation and there she worked her arse off for little over four years. She works as chef on board while her fiance did her duties as Lt. JG and helmsman aboard the Saber.
She awaited marriage to Valerie and had even begun to finally make plans. It was just before the attack on the Carolina that Jordyn learned the truth from Valerie. Valerie, who had insisted on putting off marriage until her next promotion, was secretly married to someone else, another officer on the ship, and was only dragging her along for the ride. She heard it from one of her friends and after confirming the rumors with Valerie, slapped her and quit.
Still a bit shaken she found a job aboard the Nike and that's where she resides now as she tries to pick up the pieces of her broken future.
Name of Celebrity: Ellen Pompeo
Link to Avatar:
Sample Roleplay:
ooc//In my sample Jordyn is just a cook, not the manager.//
Jordyn sat behind the counter at 10 forward, her PADD in hand as she read a few passages of Don Quixote. It was by far her favorite book, not for the literary brilliance, but because she loved Don's inhibitions, his innocence and his unwavering determination to defend his land.
"The first thing he did was to burnish up some old pieces of armor, left him by his great-grandfather, which for ages had lain in a corner, moldering and forgotten. He polished and adjusted them as best he could, and then he noticed that one very important thing was lacking: there was no closed helmet, but only a morion, or visorless headpiece, with turned up brim of the kind foot soldiers wore. His ingenuity, however, enabled him to remedy this and he proceeded to fashion out of cardboard a kind of helmet, which when attached to the morion, gave the appearance of a whole one..."
Jordyn laughed to herself and shook her head. Silly man, but then again one's imagination, no matter how deluded, was usually the last thing one had to rely on to continue peacefully in this world when all else failed.
Like your proposed marriage, she thought to herself as she raised her gaze and peered around at the officers within the room. They all seemed so happy, so content. She leaned heavily on the bar and closed her eyes. Dropping her head so that her curls pooled around her face, she sighed and took a deep breath. She couldn't continue to dwell on this. Her marriage was over--hadn't actually begun if she really thought about it. She'd been living a lie all of these years and now she had to open her eyes and see that.
"A refill please," a male officer said sliding his empty mug her way. Raising her head, she gave a small smile and nodded.
"One refill coming up." She moved from her chair and grabbed a pot of hot coffee. She moved back to the counter and poured the steaming liquid into the mug. "So, how is your morning so far, Lieutenant," she said glancing away from the cup to capture his gaze before looking back down again.
"Amazing," he said before stretching a bit. "Even better now that I've seen your smile." Jordyn could feel a small tinge of a blush rise to her cheeks at that and she shook her head, chuckling to herself.
"Glad I could help," she said nudging his mug toward him with her finger tips. He gave her a knowing smile before returning to his table. Jordyn looked after him for a moment before retaking her seat and looking back at her PADD where the lines of Don Quixote still lay awaiting her fixated eyes.
Now he was cute and very charming! He had only been trying to make her smile. He wasn't interested. Right? She glanced his way before looking down at her lap. Was she delusional just like Don Quixote? Was there the possibility that someone, anyone, was still interested in her? Maybe. Perhaps she was delusional, maybe she was losing her mind, but Don Quixote saw giants where there were none yet in the end he saved people, even if they didn't need saving. He was mad, but who was completely sane anymore?
You aren't if you're comparing yourself to Don Quixote. She thought, reprimanding herself, though her smile never faltered as she continued to read. In the end everything would be alright, no matter how many windmills she would have to tackle along the way.
