Description

Personality

She is quite and doesn't like to make a scene. She takes excessive time in most things she does, and is somewhat a perfectionist. She has a bad habit of looking down upon herself, and is always saying sorry. Her biggest pet peeve are people who hurt others, though she isn't able to do anything about it. Though she doesn't know she has incredible telepathic abilities and is able to read people's minds from time to time, though she has never realized why she hears the odd voices in her head every so often. She is skiddish and afraid of people for the most part, untrusting and cautious. Even though she is so meek, when upset or angered she loses herself and acts like a totally different person, rude, cruel, and utterly obtuse.

Equipment

She always has a bag slung over her shoulder, containing her cell phone, usually her wallet, and some other random items, depending on the day. Beyond that she sometimes carried a small pocket knife on her when she was going to be out late or if she was going through the slummy parts of the city.

History

At the age of nineteen Janice has went through a lot. Her mother left her when she was small, and she never really knew her. Her father was an alcoholic, and gambled their money away. Being an only child she grew up fending for herself, and though she was a bright student she never finished school. Her friends always seemed to move on to bigger and better things and she was unable to follow them. Her distrust in people arose from a constant feeling of not being good enough for those around her and her inability to tell people about the voices she heard without being called "crazy". Currently she has a job delivering things for random customers, riding her motorcycle around town, and lives in a small, shabby apartment.