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Jennifer Thompson

I really don't understand why we can't all just get along...

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a character in “Together We Stand”, as played by gezzygezzy

Description

Name: Jennifer "Jenny" Thompson
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General information:

Age: 19
Power: Laura has the ability of reality warping, which is the ability to change, create, destroy, or even alter reality just by thinking about it. The powerful reality warpers have the ability to change physics and even logic. Although this excites Jenny, she is simply a recruit and her strength/ control is very low. The only thing she can permanently alter is her own appearance, and she can only alter physical things. If she warps another person or an object eventually they or it will go back to their original state, depending on how big the change is the time it lasts varies. Even on herself, she has a scar on her left hip that always stays on her.
Status: Hero
Face claim: Emma Blackery
Sexuality: Hypersexual(When she becomes attracted to somebody, the attraction becomes borderline insatiable or possible addicting. Although she can think a guy is cute, if she develops feelings for one she will constantly want to be touching them in some way, and will do anything to try and satisfy the need.)


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Physical Appearance:

Jennifer tends to change herself frequently. Depending on what kind of mood she is in that day, she will change her hair color, her eye color, and her skin color on a daily basis. However, unless she is changing herself for a disguise, she always leaves certain features the same.

Her hair goes about two inches past her chest and is straight at the top but begins to have a wave in it a little ways down. She stands at about 5’5” and weighs only 107 pounds, since she has been using her ability to maintain that weight since the moment she reached it.

Naturally her hair is jet black and her eyes are an icy blue. If she hadn’t been altering her height or her weight over the years she would be 5’6” and weigh 126 pounds. She changes it all because she uses the other appearances as walls and fronts to keep people out and so she can’t actually be judged since nobody knows who she really is.

Marks:
Naturally, Jenny has a couple tattoos, although she sometimes hides them.
-Music notes (coming out of ear)
-Bow and arrow (bow on left wrist, arrow on right)
-Keyhole (directly above chest)

She also has a piercing or two that she shows constantly
-Angel Bites
-Nose Ring (left side)
-Tongue
-Collarbones
-Hips
-Ears

And as for scars she only has one, it is on her left hip and reaches about three inches from her belly button that, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get rid of.

General clothing:
What she wears varies depending on her mood that day. She never bothers with jewelry like necklaces or rings. She does wear a charm bracelet constantly, but it has no charms on it. Her clothes style varies from hippie to boho to punk to girly in an instant but she never really goes all out in any aspect. If she’s dressing punk, she’ll probably put on black skinny jeans, a white tee, a leather jacket and some combat boots. If she’s going girly, she’ll probably just wear a dress and a bow with some heels. She doesn’t ever pack on makeup and she doesn’t wear anything that would take to long or require too much effort to put on or take off.[/left]

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[left]Personality:

Jenny is a pretty bubbly person. She always tries to see the best in a situation and could never be caught in a yelling match with someone because for her to get angry at somebody is unheard of. She's silly and sometimes can be a bit of an airhead. People always call her gullible because they think she's too trusting, but in reality she isn't trusting at all. She believes that people either do everything out of good or bad intentions, but either way they always end up hurting people. In a way she always preferred people who acted off of selfish or "villainous" intents, because she felt they were the more honest of the two people.

She's known to be a bit reckless and bipolar, the way she makes herself look on a specific day normally has some say in the way she is going to behave that day. Normally people disregard what she has to say because she always seems like she has never had any problems she has ever needed to solve, so nobody thinks that she would know how to solve one. The only time people come to her for help is when they need her to do something, never for advice. It never really gets to her, except when she gives her opinion and people ignore it completely, which often happens.

People find her a joy to be around because of her personality, but in reality people don't really know her at all. In reality she is actually a deep, down to earth person that is too afraid of being judged than to act more like herself. The way she acts for other people is a safety guard so she can never actually get hurt.

Likes:
*Smoking "I know, it's a bad habit. But it gives off a nice feeling"
*Eating "Oh my god give me food and I will love you forever"
*Helping “What can I say? It makes me feel wanted”
*Physical Contact [I] “I like it when I’m touching someone, even if it’s just our hands brushing against each other. I think the feeling of another person is really great.”

*Shopping “We don’t even have to buy anything! I just want to look around and…maybe try that on. Oh, and that. OH AND LOOK AT THAT!”
*Puppies “I just want to hug them an squeeze the and…uhg, they are just so friggin adorable

Dislikes:
*Being irrelevant [I] “Sometimes people act like I’m not important. I mean, I guess I don’t mind. It’s fine actually. Really, it is.”

*Spicy foods “…I don’t even know why spicy foods were invented. Can we just stick to chocolate and candy please?”
*Sitting around “Why are we just sitting around? Let’s do something!”
*Makeup “How. Does. This. Stuff. Work. I. Don’t. Understand.”
*Birthdays “I don’t feel like it should be celebrated that you are one year closer to not having any more birthdays.”

Fears:
* The dark “Well, not the dark exactly. More like all the things that can be hiding in the dark.”
* Clowns “…What they are scary okay?! No sane person wears that much makeup and can still smile and laugh that much. It’s not natural!”
*Tight spaces “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Weaknesses:
*Too desperate to feel wanted
*Not very strong
*Too reckless
*Gets lost easily
*Shaky ideals

Strengths:
*Pretty agile
*Good distraction
*Very likeable
*Skilled at sneaking around
*Can morph objects into other objects temporarily

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History:
When Jenny was little, she lived with her parents. They would always tell her that she was special but when it came to loving and caring they would never show any affection. The first time she ever used her powers she was at home and suddenly her hair turned purple. She screamed and ran to her parents for help but they just shook their heads and told her that she needed to learn to accept her differences or learn how to hide them. The most they would ever do is pat her on the head and call her a “good kid”, almost like a dog. Other than that they seemed to ignore her completely. At school kids would make fun of her and bully her because she would randomly change hair color sometimes without any control over it. They would call her freak and chase her around the playground. She would always come back though and try to be friends with them. She constantly tried to hide the fact that she was different but anytime she would even picture a color in her head something would change without her control.

When she was sixteen, she saw a group of the more popular kids smoking after school. So she went home and took one of her parents packs and came to school the next day and walked up to them after school asking if she could join. They all laughed and said they weren’t giving handouts so she pulled out her pack and said that she was. They all looked at each other then told her to meet them at the junkyard. She did and as soon as she walked up to them they pushed her into a safe and closed it, locking her in. She was stuck in there for three days. She doesn’t recall the memories of how she escaped it, everything after the second day in the safe to the week after she got out is blurry. But after that week the kids who had done that to her were reported missing and she can’t help but wonder what happened in that time.

Shortly after that she ran away to New York, it seemed as though her parents were disappointed when she had returned home after being trapped so she decided it was time for her to leave. She arrived and set up a new self, but found that there were so many different people she wanted to be, none of them being herself. When she heard about the villain and hero groups she realized there were other people like her. She raced at the chance to join the first one she saw. It just so happened that the first one she had the opportunity to join was the heroes. She learned to manage her abilities so she wouldn’t have any surprise changes and began creating personas with each change that she made to herself, building up walls so history wouldn’t happen again.

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Relationships:
Patrick Miller- Jenny sees Patrick as one of her friends more than her instructor. When they are at the base they mess around and joke together, and she finds it refreshing to know someone that can be as laid back as she is. But on missions, she tends to tune him out. She feels like he is too serious and tends to annoy him by doing what he wants with a couple of her own tweeks and it drives him insane, but she can't help it.

Allen Hayes- Allen holds a great interest in Jenny's head. She isn't aware that he is a villain or even has powers though. They met at a bakery and flirted to the point of exchanging numbers and have hung out outside of their work, but have never had an actual encounter that gave away the others identity.

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So begins...

Jennifer Thompson's Story

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Patrick woke up early in the morning, the sun had yet to surface over the Manhattan skyline. Patrick was very much an early riser, something that he had achieved when he was a trainee instead of the trainer. His trainer had taught him to run at a normal human pace to control his muscles more and build them up faster, after all there is just as much strength in slow and in controlled as there is in going as fast as you can.

So as he rose he drank some coffee and got a water bottle before he left the small house that was the heroes' base.

His run was well mapped around the city and at a normal human pace would take him about two to three hours. This usually meant that by the time he got home the others would be starting to wake up and get ready.

On his run Patrick would wave to those whom got up as early as he did. There were a spare few, but that only meant that he knew all their names and didn't mind at all jogging in place while chatting with them about anything new in their lives.

The sun came out eventually and with it more people. Though with these people Patrick didn't stop and talk to him, instead he just gave them a friendly morning before passing by them. At this point it was mostly business people who were up and about, ready for work and heading out to get their coffee if they didn't already have some in their hands.

Though this morning wasn't completely normal. As he ran down Midtown, he stopped at one of the stores which had tvs facing out the windows. It was the news, but that isn't what had caught his attention. On the screen was a local Republican representative talking about some new discovery that was highly classified and would endanger the public if it got out. Then the newscaster came back on stating that there would be government trucks heading down Madison Avenue and that, for those who were driving, people would need to find a different route. Patrick had a suspicious feeling in his gut about this; a government discovery that was highly classified and then government trucks. The newscaster hadn't said anything about what was in those trucks, but he had a feeling that whatever it was pertained to what the government was trying to keep a secret. Which only meant one thing. That the villains would undoubtedly be trying to take whatever was in that truck.

Patrick picked up his pace, just slightly above what a normal human's pace would be. When he arrived back at the base he looked like any runner does; red in the face and so much sweat it looked as though he had gone swimming instead of running. Inside, it didn't seem as though anyone was up yet, so Patrick quickly took the time to take a shower. He was pulling on his jeans and a dark colored t-shirt when he entered the kitchen and called upstairs to all his trainees.

"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!" he called. He turned and went back into the kitchen to get some breakfast, it was mostly fruit and some eggs. It wasn't that he was completely against junk food, but for him that was more of a treat than anything else.

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"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!"

Jenny groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Did he realize how early it was? There was no way in hell she was getting up yet. Just as she said that though she realized by the tone of his voice whatever he had to say must be important. So reluctantly, she slid the covers slowly away from her face and squinted one eye, trying to take in the sunlight in small doses. She was like a vampire in the morning. If she saw the sun it burnt her eyes. She wasn't in any way a morning person and couldn't function without her morning coffee that she normally got before Patrick even got back.

She got up unsteadily and went to her mirror. Her hair was a bright green from yesterday and her eyes were a strange purple color that she didn't really remember changing them to. She most likely did it in her sleep, so she ignored it. But what was she feeling today? She stared at her reflection for a moment then watched as her roots started changing from green to a shade of hot pink that lightened into a pastel color. It then moved down the rest of her hair until it was a morning mess of bubblegum pink. Her iris's were already morphed to a dark brown color and she figured that would be enough until she was awake enough to function.

She left her room, moving the reggae beads that hung in the doorway of it and walked out and to the kitchen where she opened the fridge. She looked at all of the fruit and pushed all of it aside the monster she had been hiding for a special occasion. Well, not being able to get up seemed special enough. She opened the tab and grinned like a little kid at the signature his that it made when she opened it and looked over, seeing Patrick just as she was about to take the first sip.

Looking at the can then back at him she figured she had the face of a child caught sneaking around the house plastered on her face, but after a moment she smiled and said, "Well, now that I got my morning juice, what's the deal with waking us up so early?" She took a sip and hopped into a chair by the booth, curious to hear the news.

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Elysia like usual was awake earlier than the rest of the trainee's it was something that always occurred. Even when she was the last to fall asleep she was usually the first to wake up. Although Patrick seemed to always leave for his morning run just as she awoke. Noticing how dark the room still appeared, she worked out it was still quite early, moving her hand towards the lampshade which sat beside her bed, she proceeded to turn it on. Smiling to herself softly as the feel of the electricity moving through the cables to light up the room.

Beside the lamp, sat a book. One that she was reading before she eventually fell asleep the night before. Deciding to continue reading the book for a few hours before making her way downstairs to get some breakfast.
Taking the book in her hand, she'd sit herself up into a more comfortable position as she searches for the page where she finished reading.

"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!" Her silence was eventually interrupted when Patrick shouted up the stairs for them to all meet in the Kitchen. Releasing a sigh, she'd place her nearly finished book down on the bed side table. Turning the lamp off in the process.
Removing herself from her bed, she'd make her way towards the wardrobe, pulling out todays outfit which consisted of a pair of black leggings, a red flannel shirt and not to forget her essential fingerless gloves.
After she was finally dressed, she made her way towards the kitchen whilst moving her fingers through her hair to show she tried to make an effort with her appearance.

Upon entering the kitchen she spotted Patrick and Jenny both sat eating their breakfast. Or in Jenny's case having her morning fix of caffeine.

"Morning" She spoke softly to the pair of them as she made her way towards the table, grabbing an apple as she sat down.

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When most everyone was in the kitchen Patrick sat down and swallowed the food that he was already chewing as fast as he could.

"Alright, so on my run I came across some information that the government was transporting something they want to keep secret thought the city. Now I don't know what it is that they are transporting, but from what I heard this is the kind of thing that the Villains will definitely be interested in and it is our duty to keep them from getting those secrets, as it might put everyone at risk in one way or another. The trucks will be going down Madison Avenue and even though they will have their own protection, it's our job to look after the Villains. I don't want anyone getting, so your job is just to stall the Villains and not kill them. Do you understand?" Patrick said, looking around at the two others in the kitchen at this last part, "So I want you two to follow down the road on the edge of Central park, watch the crowds and anyone coming out from park. I'll be following on Park Avenue with the others who haven't woken up yet. The trucks should be safe once they hit Highway 478, but we need to keep following it till then. If someone gets separated or injured head to the old factory on off 45th and Avenue of the America and we'll reconvene there afterwards. Any questions before we head out?"

It was a lot to take in, but in all honesty there was less information than normal because they would usually have what they were protecting and the others path and security plan so they could figure themselves into the plan easier, but this time the knew barely anything except that if the Villains got a hold of whatever was inside would create a big enough threat. Which for Patrick was all the information they truly needed, anything was just a convenience.

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Jenny nodded her head through Patrick's entire speech, acting as though she had been listening to every word. She had been listening, but her mind often wandered in the mornings and she found herself thinking about bakery boy while he had been talking. Boy was he gorgeous, and the personality on him was unlike anyone she had ever met. It was as if the world had actually managed to make somebody that was unique to everyone else, and that interested her.

But she knew the basics: big trucks incoming, keep the villains from touching the trucks while on Madison avenue, don't kill anyone, watch the park, highway 478 safe. From that she could basically put together the plan. It actually was a lot more simple than Patrick's other plans. Most of them consisted of grids and maneuvers and all these other things that Jenny had a hard time following because they were all just so precise and she always thought of herself more as a free spirit that went wherever the wind blew her. But this plan seemed easy enough to follow.

Taking the last swig of her monster and grimacing at the fact it was more than she had expected, she hopped out of her chair and gulped it down, then said "Got it. I'm gonna go get some super clothes on and smoke my cigarette of the heroes then go save the day by protecting this mystery truck!" If most people had said that it would have come off as sarcastic, but Jenny had the ability to take something that sounds sarcastic and mean it whole-heartedly. In fact, she wasn't the kind of person to ever use sarcasm. In a lot of ways she was a kid at heart.

She walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom where she slipped on a white V-neck and a pair of black shorts with the AM Arctic Monkeys album sign on each back pocket. She then laced on some black combat boots and looked in the mirror. Her piercings were there natural silver color and, concentrating ever so slightly, she turned them black. Her mind went blank for a moment afterward ands she just kind of stood there, dazed. After a moment though she snapped back into reality and wondered what just happened. She touched her left angel bite but quickly pulled her hand off of it as it was scorching hot to touch. This had happened a couple times before, it simply meant she accidentally changed it permanently. "Boo, I liked them silver." She said to herself and sighed. She grabbed her pack of Marlboro Blacks off her dresser and the rhinestone lighter beside them and skipped out of her room and down the stairs then out the door, giving a princess wave on her way out in the direction of the kitchen.

She pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it, slowly inhaling the poison into her lungs. Many times before she had considered quitting, but something about it just always dragged her back to the puff. It was soothing, and although it didn't remind her of a better time, it helped her cloud out a worse one. Whenever she would have her flashbacks she would just smoke a cigarette and they would go away. She blew out the smoke in rings and couldn't help but feel the itch of her phone in her back pocket. She could text the boy from the bakery and meet up with him after the mission...yeah. She would do that.

Pulling out her phone she went to his contact and texted, "Running errands on Madison Ave.. Meet up at central park after?" She sent it and put it away just as she reached central park. This was going to be a piece of cake. It was almost as if it was an errand it was so simple. She thought to herself that this was normally the kind of moment where something goes terribly wrong in a book or a movie. Times like these in was good to be living in reality.

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Allen was a little annoyed that his fearless leader had decided to not respond to his nudge. In fact, she didn't look like she had heard him at all which did not make him feel better about her in the least. The only thing that stopped him from moving into the seat closer to her and to try once again was the arrival of James who Allen gave a small nod to show he noticed the wave, but James seemed to want to sit rather far away from the rest of their little group.

Lara joined them nearly right after James sit, and much to his delight, she decided to sit right between him and their fearless leader. Allen flashed her a smile, leaning over the side of his chair to get closer to her to try and engage her in some conversation or another when Genevieve decided to finally speak, and he was not surprised to find that her attention was on business. Letting out a disappointed grunt, he fell back into his rather uncomfortable chair to listen to the 'mission ops'.

His cell vibrated in his jeans, and Allen did not bother to shoot anyone an apologetic smile as he cracked open the phone to read the message, pondering on what to do. He could probably make it. It seemed they would be in the same area, and if he couldn't, he would just let her know. Setteled on his decision, he sent a reply to the baker girl, Sounds good, Let me know what you are there.

"Wonderful. We are on a mission to get a random box of mystery. Ten bucks says she knows what is in it and just doesn't want to tell us grunts," Allen said letting his chin fall in his hand, "I am not wearing tights," he added as there was no way that was going to happen. He was dressed well enough and when he started to change form it was not like he was easily recognized.

Allen moved his eyes from Lara and James wanting to hear their thoughts on the latest mission before a thought popped itself back in his mind, "Hey! What about breakfast!?"

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Daniel walked down the street like he did every morning once a week, this morning he felt a chilly breeze and put up the hood of his jacket to ward away the unwanted cold. But today was a bit different, today he carried in his hands a cardboard cup holder holding four drinks from the cafe just down the street, he opened the gate to the little house that he had been living in for several weeks now and even though he was the newest member of the team he still hadn't managed to spend time with the people he was living with, he always insisted on training attempting to control and perfect his new found ability and when he wasn't doing that he was hiding in his room trying to forget what he could do. He had nightmares of the moment he found out he wasn't normal and of the accident he had caused and it tortured him, he shook off the feeling and took in a deep breath getting ready to go inside and face those who he had been avoiding.
Daniel took a step back when he found two people already in the kitchen looking like they were about to head out, he lifted up his carton of beverages like a trophy and giving an apologetic smile. He had already asked for their favorite drinks the week before and was just now getting around to actually buying them, he looked around just then and asked, "where's Jen?"





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Genevieve looked up when she heard Lara's voice over the ear piece she had already placed in her ear but only for a moment before returning to her work with a cherry red smile. She closed her eyes and leaned over continuing to carefully put on her black knee high boots and spoke smoothly, "Today we are going to be going to Central Park to wait for the truck to pass by as soon as it does I'm going to need you to posses the driver and get him to pull over, quick and easy. The truck could be going at a high speed so you might have to do it fast, do you think that you could handle it? In the mean time James will be getting the documents and Allen and I will be looking after your body and looking out for the heroes." As she was talking Genevieve had zipped up both boots and tied back her hair ready to go she made her way out of her room and down the hallway, she knew that her team didn't trust her but she clearly didn't care. It was pointless, she didn't need their trust she needed their compliance as long as they were still under her wing she was content. The dark haired woman opened the door of the limousine and glided into an available seat seeing both Lara and James were already in the car making her smile.