Name: Jessica Most
Nick Names: Jess
Age: 21
Heartbreaker Type: The famous asshole
How your heart was Broken: "Haha well he was the big shot town celebrity. Everybody loved him, but he chose me. We were the all american stereotypical couple, I was student council president and on the cheer squad he was the quarterback. It was perfect, but he had a terrible temper and was very jealous almost neurotic. He was always suspicious of me and after awhile he began to insult me and tell me I was a terrible person and nobody would want me. But he promised to never hit me, he broke that promise. So I, being the classy girl I am, got revenge the best way possible. I discretely "warned" all the colleges he got a scholarship to that he had a "hankering" for Pot and took "Enhancers" to help him play football. I think he went to community collage but its no Berkeley, which is where he was going. He ruined my self esteem and I ruined his career.
Likes:
COmedies
Most beaches
Tropical Vacaions
Candy
Most sugary things
small animals
puppies
Her dogs
Jogging

Dislikes
Jerks
guys who break girls hearts
abusive guys
thunder
Most reptiles

Personality:Jess is very easy going. She keeps a calm demeanor and is a pacifist. She likes to go with the flow and see where life takes her. She hates over planning because of this. She is very spontaneous though, and a hopeless romantic. She always dreams of falling in love and having a family and living happily ever after. After her mother left she grew alot of trust issues. If she feels somebody straying away from her all the feelings of abandonment she held in for so many years comes out. She also has a temper. Though its hard to tell. She is great at hiding her emotions and appearing calm even bored. She is obsessed with Art. Especially photography and Painting. She inherited her father's love for Art and his laid back personality. She also is very friendly. Though if she loses her temper for a second she becomes a major bitch. She gets the bitchiness from her mom.

History:
"I have a little sister named Jenny she's three years younger than me and lives with me. When we were kids we were attached at the hip. We still are. My dad was around our whole life. He was a photographer. And was supportive of everything we did. From Ballet to soccer, he was always there every swim meet, recital, game, anything. Our mom was different. She locked herself in her room all day and would write her love novels. She was always stressed and one day when I was thirteen and Jenny was ten she took us out for ice cream. Then she bought as anything we wanted at the mall. Since dad was in Italy taking photos. It was the day before dad came home. She said she was running to the store. She never came back. A couple years later when I was nineteen Dad got in an accident. He went to the bar and got drunk,so drunk the doctors said if he hadn't died at the wheel he would have died of alcohol poisoning. He drove straight off a winding road. Leaving me to come home from my exciting life in the big city and come home. Now I'm Jenny's sole guardian since the only other option was my mom. But my mom comes to see jenny every other Saturday and Monday."
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