Unbreakable || FireflightArtist
|| 21|| French Canadian || Red ||
|Gender|
“Pretty sure the last time I checked, I was a female…”
|Birthdate|
“October 31, 1992…so…I’m 21 years young”
|Sexual Preference|
Strait
|Species|
Wolf
|Pack|
“Not that is any business of yours, but I am from the White Night Pack”
|Ranking|
“Once again, encroaching on territory that is not yours…I am the lead warrior”
|Bloodline|
“You are just all kinds of nosey aren’t you? I am a mixed blood…whats it to ya?”
|Occupation|
“I own a small MMA training Gym in town”
|Eye Color|
My eyes are storm grey"
|Hair Color|
"My hair shines with the power of a thousand suns.....okay so its red...like my nick name?"
|Wolf Appearance|
|Body Type|
“I am muscled, yet curvy….and ii work hard for my figure”
|Skin Tone|
“Being French Canadian makes it hard for me to tan, so I’m pretty pale, though I have a great complexion.”
|Height & Weight|
“I stand about 5’4, and, that is a rude question by the way….I weigh around 120lbs
|Birthmarks/scars|
“I have scars here, there and everywhere…if you want to be the best you have to beat the best….”
|Personality|
Jessamie is someone who is always out to be the life of the party. She thrives on having fun. She is naturally energetic and upbeat. She is a great listener and great at giving advice but horrible at taking it. She has a lack of self-control and gives into temptation more than she should but she always accepts the consequences of her decisions.
Jessamie is strong in every way. She isn't one to show fear, or be weak, because she is a firm believer in making your own way and not relying on others. She is brave and sarcastic, smart, loyal, and funny, but she tends to have a bad temper sometimes and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She is usually constantly smirking, but she does have those days when she thinks the world is out to get her. She has an agile mind that is always active. With her sharp mind and equally sharp tongue, she is best left alone when angry.
Jessamie is a model of sincerity, purity, tolerance, and honor. When you first meet her, she seems too good to be true. She is careful and caring, obliging and chivalrous. Put your trust in her, she won't let you down and she will never try to.
Jessamie was born to give, to yield and to serve. Frankly speaking, most people take advantage of her nature. She constantly sacrifices her own happiness and comfort for the sake of somebody else. Jessamie is brave independent and honest in almost all situations. She doesn't monitor what she says to spare feelings and she is a no bars hold fighter kind of girl. She always puts her best foot forward and makes life what she wants it to be. She has a fiery personality that matches her hair, and she isn't afraid to show it. Sarcasm is a big part of her, though she uses it usually to hide her insecurities. She is big on jokes and making people laugh, and she is very kind and considerate when it comes to people that show her respect
|Likes|
• Fast Cars
• Cigarettes
• Running
• Flirting
• Ice Cream
• Music
|Dislikes|
• Being wrong
• Bullies
• Letting people down
• Fear
|Strengths|
|Weaknesses|
“My weakness is my inability to hurt others weaker than me…I'm a bleeding heart and it is likely to kill me someday”
|Fears|
“I fear losing my pack the most…”
|Equipment|
• Cell Phone
•Camera
•Knife
|History|
"My past is none of your damn business!"
Jessamie was born one of two; unfortunately the stress of the pregnancy killed their parents. Her twin, Dharma, and her where raised in a small pack in France by their grandparents. When Dharma turned fifteen Jessamie found out that she was promised to the next alpha of the pack, an abusive, twisted wolf named Samuel. Dharma convinced Jessamie to run away. Jessamie, not one to run and determined to save her sister, challenged the new pack master for the position of pack leader. To EVERYONES surprise Jessamie came out on top, but refused to kill the Samuel. That was her greatest mistake and her biggest regret. That night while the pack was celebrating her victory, Samuel attacked and killed her sister thinking it was her, and then framed her. That very night she was run out of her pack. Wounded, lost, and alone she wandered the wildernesses of the world until she was taken in by the White Night pack.
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