Jenna Davis
Age: I'm 18 years old, but I still consider myself a kid although I'm technically an adult.
Clan: Davis Clan I suppose.
Appearance: If you can't tell by the pictures I have long hair that I often dye in different colors, but my favourites are cherry red and purple. Sometime sit's short though. I have hazel eyes and I often like to wear interesting clothes. I often wear lipstick, again, usually in a nice shade of red. I have a tattoo on my collar bone of butterflies. I also have a tattoo on my wrist of the triforce.
Personality: I'm quite sassy, but I'm often a bit shy and awkward. I like hanging out in the forest because it soothes me when I get sad or angry. I can be a bit strange sometimes. Sometimes I'll fight or sometimes I'll just cower in a corner sometimes if I'm threatened. I like nature. A lot. If an animal is hurt I'll drop what I'm doing to help it. I love video games and all things geeky, and prefer to be alone, so I get bullied a lot at school for being a loner and a geek. I always say the last word in an argument, but I try to avoid them because I'd rather be nice to people.
Powers: I've actually got a secret. Ever since I was little I've known I could speak to animals. I would talk to local strays and local pets, and what was really cool was I just spoke english and they understood perfectly, so if a person came along they would only think I was just talking to an animal like most people do. Which is awesome, I can do it whenever I want and not be too weird. But I'll still be bullied about it.
When I was little, my parents had just gone to a party, and the babysitter had left, and they were drunk, and not in the right set of mind. My dad shouted at me, saying how much of a disappointment I was, and my mother cheered him on. I was devastated, but I later realised they didn’t mean it. But at that point, I was torn apart, and I ran out the house while they laughed and drank more booze. I went into the forest and found a cave, where I stayed and cried for ages. Eventually a freakin wolf came in the cave! And he didn't do anything except sit down and talk to me! I remember the first words he said, even though I was like 8. He said “Don’t cry two leg, there’s no point in it.” I was freaking out so much. But he calmed me down, and gave me sound advice. He told me to forgive people, and to be kind to everyone no matter what. I talked to him the whole night, and most of the next day. Eventually I had to go back home. I still see that wolf from time to time.
When I got back home I saw my parents bawling their eyes out, and I rushed up to them. They looked up and gave me a big hug, apologizing over and over and over again. I forgave them, and we were a fairly happy family again. I grew up, and I got average grades. Average kid, average life, not so average secret. I could barely stop myself from telling everyone about my power. But I did tell my mum. She was really proud of me. One day, my dad went out into the shed, and found our beloved cat with kittens He got mad because he had told my mum to desex her and now it was to late. At the moment we were in debt, and he couldn't afford to look after a litter of kittens. So he beat our cat and her kits and threw them out into the snow, angry at everyone in the house. I tried to help the family, cheer them up a little, find them a new home, but they all died. My dad started hitting my mum, and we were sick of him. We packed our bags and left.
Because me and mum didn't have much money, I got a job at the RSPCA, and I was a real hit. Until I got fired for sassing my mean manager. He was reeeeaaally mean. So I went from job to job, never staying longer than half a year. But now it's been three years since my dad killed those cats, and he died a few months ago from kidney poisoning. So me and mum live back in our old house again near the forest, and it's a much better life. I've started visiting the forest again, and everything's fine and dandy.
Extra: I'm really good at aking stuff. Sewing, weaving, building a small model, I'm good at all that stuff.
Age: I'm 18 years old, but I still consider myself a kid although I'm technically an adult.
Clan: Davis Clan I suppose.
Appearance: If you can't tell by the pictures I have long hair that I often dye in different colors, but my favourites are cherry red and purple. Sometime sit's short though. I have hazel eyes and I often like to wear interesting clothes. I often wear lipstick, again, usually in a nice shade of red. I have a tattoo on my collar bone of butterflies. I also have a tattoo on my wrist of the triforce.
Personality: I'm quite sassy, but I'm often a bit shy and awkward. I like hanging out in the forest because it soothes me when I get sad or angry. I can be a bit strange sometimes. Sometimes I'll fight or sometimes I'll just cower in a corner sometimes if I'm threatened. I like nature. A lot. If an animal is hurt I'll drop what I'm doing to help it. I love video games and all things geeky, and prefer to be alone, so I get bullied a lot at school for being a loner and a geek. I always say the last word in an argument, but I try to avoid them because I'd rather be nice to people.
Powers: I've actually got a secret. Ever since I was little I've known I could speak to animals. I would talk to local strays and local pets, and what was really cool was I just spoke english and they understood perfectly, so if a person came along they would only think I was just talking to an animal like most people do. Which is awesome, I can do it whenever I want and not be too weird. But I'll still be bullied about it.
When I was little, my parents had just gone to a party, and the babysitter had left, and they were drunk, and not in the right set of mind. My dad shouted at me, saying how much of a disappointment I was, and my mother cheered him on. I was devastated, but I later realised they didn’t mean it. But at that point, I was torn apart, and I ran out the house while they laughed and drank more booze. I went into the forest and found a cave, where I stayed and cried for ages. Eventually a freakin wolf came in the cave! And he didn't do anything except sit down and talk to me! I remember the first words he said, even though I was like 8. He said “Don’t cry two leg, there’s no point in it.” I was freaking out so much. But he calmed me down, and gave me sound advice. He told me to forgive people, and to be kind to everyone no matter what. I talked to him the whole night, and most of the next day. Eventually I had to go back home. I still see that wolf from time to time.
When I got back home I saw my parents bawling their eyes out, and I rushed up to them. They looked up and gave me a big hug, apologizing over and over and over again. I forgave them, and we were a fairly happy family again. I grew up, and I got average grades. Average kid, average life, not so average secret. I could barely stop myself from telling everyone about my power. But I did tell my mum. She was really proud of me. One day, my dad went out into the shed, and found our beloved cat with kittens He got mad because he had told my mum to desex her and now it was to late. At the moment we were in debt, and he couldn't afford to look after a litter of kittens. So he beat our cat and her kits and threw them out into the snow, angry at everyone in the house. I tried to help the family, cheer them up a little, find them a new home, but they all died. My dad started hitting my mum, and we were sick of him. We packed our bags and left.
Because me and mum didn't have much money, I got a job at the RSPCA, and I was a real hit. Until I got fired for sassing my mean manager. He was reeeeaaally mean. So I went from job to job, never staying longer than half a year. But now it's been three years since my dad killed those cats, and he died a few months ago from kidney poisoning. So me and mum live back in our old house again near the forest, and it's a much better life. I've started visiting the forest again, and everything's fine and dandy.
Extra: I'm really good at aking stuff. Sewing, weaving, building a small model, I'm good at all that stuff.