BASICS

Name: Jessica Ann Shepard
Nickname: “Jessie. Only my mother calls me Jessica, got it?”
Age: “19, but 21 on good nights.”
Gender: Female
Sexuality: “As long as I’m on top, I don’t care.” Pansexual
Race: Caucasian/Hispanic
Nationality: “American dream? Land of opportunity? Fuck off.” American, with some Spanish blood in there.

APPEARANCE

Eyes: Blue
Hair: Jessie has black, mostly straight hair that falls roughly to her shoulder blades, and bangs that sweep across the right side of her face.
Height: 5’5”
Weight: “You don’t go around asking all the ladies their weight, do you? You’re gonna get your ass kicked that way.” 118lbs
Skin Tone: “Tanner than a ginger, paler than an Indian.” Light Olive
Build: Thin, but decent muscle in her arms and legs.
Body Markings: “I’ve… got a scar or two, but I’m not playing show and tell!” There are scars on her forehead, usually covered by her bangs.
Voice: High pitched, but not airy or lacking clarity. After a few years of smoking, it doesn’t sound entirely clean, but hasn’t gotten gravelly yet.
Description: With full lips, long eyelashes, and a thick head of hair, at first glance Jessie has often been described as beautiful. Unfortunately, she doesn’t really take care of what she’s got. Her hair is often frizzy and dry, and her lips are always chapped. Though not being particularly tall, she has long limbs and is more leg than anything else. As far as womanly curves go... she has okay hips, but there’s not much to talk about in other areas. Her nails are cut down to the quick, and often bleed. The scars on her forehead go from her hairline and stretch until just above her eyebrow. She has the body of someone who exercises, but she's no body builder.

She carries herself defensively, as if she'll lash out should you venture too close. Like a stray cat, she is weary of the world, and any sudden movement makes her snap to attention. She holds herself inwardly, keeping herself separate from everyone else. Her eyes hold little innocence, and are constantly analyzing her surroundings.

MENTALITY

Quirks: “Er, I’m a little twitchy I guess…” Jessie likes to hum, and will often do it without realizing, especially if she’s upset or nervous. The left corner of her mouth will twitch when she’s angry. She shuts her eyes when she’s thinking, even in mid-conversation. Oh, and if she looks like she’s going to cry, back away. She has a tendency to smack people to keep the tears away.
Fears: “No such thing. I’ve already died, haven’t I?”
Likes: “Oh, jeez, um, most music is pretty cool. I really like shit made at little bakeries, those ones only the locals ever know about. A good smoke puts me in a good mood for hours. I dunno, uh… When I was still in school, I thought it was alright. I liked history, like the French Revolution and shit. I think clothes with white and blue and black all together look cool… not that I’d ever wear that frilly crap. But probably the best thing is just quiet, man. Even five fucking minutes to yourself is a blessing.”
Dislikes: “Easy. Spoiled assholes, anything that looks like a damn rat, girls who don't close their legs every once in a while, movies, and lying. Specifically, me lying.”


Personality: If nothing else, Jessie is honest. Not out of moral obligation or kindness, but merely because the repercussions of lying frighten her. For the people she cares about, Jessie often takes a protective role, looking out for them whether they asked for it or not. She’s willing to bend her own rules for the sake of protecting her allies, though once the danger’s past she’ll often question her own decisions. To people she doesn’t care about, she is usually blunt and even a bit rude. She isn’t the kind of person who would stick their neck out for someone just because it’s the right thing to do. Jessie is a loner by nature, and has trouble getting along with anyone. Not that she can blame them, she does have the habit of being slightly pessimistic. Though easily irritated and full of sarcasm, most of the time she keeps any extreme feelings in check, though if you figure out her “tells” she’s as easy to read as a picture book. Jessie has an attitude of confronting problems head on and without help, even though she isn’t always ready to handle it. She’s known to bite off more than she can chew. She’s no wimp though, and she’ll never be a damsel in distress (even if she is). If anyone manages to strike up a conversation with her, they'll come to realize she's less prickly than she lets on, though she'll probably look uncomfortable throughout the entire conversation.

Having spent most of her life angry, she has learned to move past things easily, and prefers getting even to holding a grudge. Though she acts like she hates everyone all the time, it actually takes an awful lot to gain her hatred. The more she pokes at a person, the more she likes them. She enjoys hearing people talk about themselves, as long as it's not in excess and they didn't grow up with three maids and a poodle named Princess, and is easily embarrassed when the spotlight is on her. She isn't much of a blusher though. She's more of a laugh awkwardly and punch you in the jaw kind of girl.

EQUIPMENT

Future Armor: It’s all about free movement with Jessie, (if she needs armor obviously she screwed up), so she wears a durable, dark leather suit. It will stop basic knives and swords from penetrating, as well as short distance projectiles, but forceful arrows, bullets, or any kind of forceful weapon (mace, hammer, ect) will get her good. It's kind of like getting crappy car insurance. Cheap and flexible, but you better hope you never hit a reindeer. As for looks, it's a bit like this, sans some of the prettier trappings:



Casual Clothing: “Whatever's on hand and doesn't show off my ass works great.” Simple shirts and baggy pants suit Jessie just fine, worn out sneakers included. She is, however, a sucker for jewelry, and will usually wear a silver star pendant around her neck, the only classy item she’s ever owned.
Carried Items: A pouch to tie onto her belt, containing whatever they pick up along the way, her swords, ciggs if she can find them.
Main Weapon:

• Name: Sciath
• Type: Twin swords
• Made of: Metal
• Length: Main Hand – 27” Offhand – 18”
• Weight: *insert average weight of twin swords here*
• Description/Info: Lightweight with black handles, these swords were made for speed and accuracy over strength. Rarely will they deal critical blows, but crippling the enemy and then going in for the kill works just as well.

COMBATIVENESS

Skills:

• Reflexes: Jessie has incredible reflexes, making it easy to dodge blows and recover from surprise attacks.
• Agility: Small doesn’t always mean weak. Jessie is light on her feet, making her attack time quicker, and also easier to run away.
• Double Tap: Being the sneaky bitch she is on the battle field, she makes great backup. If someone else can distract the opponent, she’s great at sneaking up behind and finishing them off.
• Brave: “I’m not afraid to try anything once… or twice.” If someone has a brilliant idea that has a .09% chance of success, she’ll probably be the first to volunteer.

Weaknesses:

• Strength: Small might mean fast, but it doesn’t mean strong. If she loses her weapon she’s basically a sitting duck unless the opponent is around her size, and she can’t handle strong, direct blows.
• Distractions: Jessie can’t tune things out very well. It’s easy to get her distracted, which in battle can only lead to failure.
• Endurance: Because she designs her attacks around speed, she can’t really handle anything drawn out. She gets majorly tired pretty quickly in comparison to others.

Powers: Jessie in Ever has the ability of Clairvoyance. Unfortunately, at least for now, it’s not particularly controllable. Every once in a while, she’ll see visions which will hopefully give some insight and lead our heroes in the right direction, or least give them some time to prepare before hell breaks loose. She cannot usually do this on demand, and the things she sees will vary in clarity. When she has visions, it interrupts her daily life, meaning she might fall over or experience some haziness upon reentry into the real world. Her eyes will glaze over and turn completely white, so it won't be a secret when she has one. She also, with some quiet and concentration, will be able to telepathically locate the other members of Griff’s “team”, should the need arise.

Later on, her visions will extend to objects. She’ll be able to touch certain things, or even people, and gain information through them either by a vision or just a feeling or phrase. She might even be able to apply it to combat, but that could take a while to perfect.


HISTORY

Martial Status: “REALLY damn single, REALLY not looking.”
Family: A mother, 1 sister (Jenny) and 3 brothers (Kyle, age 15, Connor, age 11, James, age 6)

History: As the oldest of 5 and born just minutes before her identical twin sister, Jessie never had a moment to herself in her entire life. Her father was cut from the picture early on, and her mother never finished high school, so making ends meet was difficult. Her mother ended up working 2 jobs, and as such, Jessie took over caring for her younger siblings from an early age herself. Her twin Jenny was less willing to assist, and often caused more trouble than anything else. While Jessie tried to do her best, she grew up with resentment over her situation. She released all that stress and bitterness on Jenny, and they fought frequently.



The night before the girls turned 17, Jessie killed her sister. Not literally, of course, but in her eyes she may as well have. Jessie was feeling angry, as she often did, and lashed out at Jenny for not helping her with chores. Jenny, knowing their birthday was tomorrow, offered to assist. The boys were already asleep, and all Jessie wanted was some peace, so she asked her sister to go out and get milk for tomorrow, even though she knew they had a full carton in the fridge. It was late, and a bad time for walking the streets, but Jenny left regardless.

An hour later, she still hadn’t come home. Jessie finally headed out to look for her, and it didn’t take her long. Jenny had been dragged behind a shed, sexually assaulted and left for dead. The only thing worse than finding your sister dead, is seeing your own face blankly staring at you from the pavement.

For Jessie, the event left her more than just grieving. The first time she dared look in a mirror after the incident, she began hearing voices, blaming her for what she had caused. As time passed, they bothered her more frequently, until finally they were a constant presence in her life. She also began having terrible nightmares, dreams about things she hardly understood but left her screaming. One night, her nightmares were so real she accidentally clawed her face in her sleep, so deeply it scarred. Her mother tried to look past it, she was too desperate for the extra hands not to, but each day she watched her daughter lose hold of her sanity. She finally had a meltdown at school, smashing every mirror and window she could possibly get to and injuring one student, though that was an accident.

She was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and received psychiatric care from the state. After months of lockdown, Jessie was released when she was 18. After that she changed, never letting her emotions get the better of her and causing her to do something she would regret. She began working out whenever she had free time to keep her mind focused, and a friend offered to teach her martial arts. She got a job of her own, and was finally starting to feel herself wiggle from the grasp of her illness. That was when Griff killed her.


Where/How Griff Approached You: “The stupid asshole! I get it was important or whatever, but Jesus Christ, he couldn’t have found me three months ago?! He couldn’t have picked a worse damn time. I was walking home from the grocery store after grabbing some cold medicine, for Connor and James. I didn’t usually go out that late, but, you know, I had two sick little brothers! What else was I supposed to do? Other than that, life had actually been pretty okay recently. I was still a little crazy, but I felt like I finally had some control over stuff. I was even thinking of saving up and taking those online classes, you know? Maybe get a Nursing Degree or something. Then he showed up, in a friggen alley that was dark as shit and we were totally alone. So, of course my first instinct is to kick him in the crotch. But he, being the inhuman bastard that he is, dodged and let me smack my knee against the damn brick wall. Hurt like a bitch, but he barely even paused before going into his whole introduction thing, though of course I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. Then, before I even had time to do anything, stupid ass killed me! He’s damn lucky he had a good reason, that’s all I gotta say.”

Opinions on the Mission: It’s a mixed bag. On one hand, she misses her brothers and knows how distraught her mother must be, having lost both daughters. On the other, she’s finally free of the voices that have been plaguing her for over a year, and she doesn’t have anyone to take care of anymore. She’d been afraid of death for such a long time, it was almost a relief to get it over with. She'll do what Griff wants, she definitely doesn't want her family to die, but she's not so sure she wants to go back when it's all over.
Relations: None