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[jacey]

Character Name: jacey hanna davenport
Nickname(s): j; davenport (on the field)
Gender: Female
Age: seventeen
Grade: Junior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Prep
Weight: 121.3 lbs
Height: 5'10
Appearence:

one of the first things you notice about this girl? she has a look that just might actually kill you. a haughty expression crosses her face almost every single time you steal a glance over at her gorgeous eyes. and you can't help but stare. there's something about those ice blue beauties that hooks and reels you in to gawk as she walks by. on top of that, she has defined cheeks that pop out a little more when she's off the field and dabs on a bit of blush. she has a bit of jaggedness to her bone structure that she thinks she could do with out but it gives a nice intimidation factor so she doesn't necessarily complain.

her hair is a lush gold that fall in waves down past her shoulders. her hair is one of her most prized features and she will always take the time to style it to her advantage. when it isn't tied up in a ponytail for a game, she has the uncanny ability to make it look better every day. another thing she takes an immense amount of pride in is her figure. when she was younger, she always felt so tall and lanky compared to the other girls (and often got teased for her oddly long legs and skinny body) and when other girls were growing into their training bras, she was growing to be the size of a building, or so it seemed. freshman year rolled around and she hit 5'10". she was so much taller than everyone and the only thing she prayed for was to just. stop. growing. the universe must have heard her because she never grew another even quarter of an inch. whether it was the obscene amounts of caffeine she consumed or the fleeting prayers, she was just happy to have stopped. her figure filled out nicely enough, though she still thinks that she's a little on the skinny side. she excuses herself, reasoning that she just has an excellent metabolism and an extremely active life style being involved in volleyball and lacrosse since she was old enough to lose her temper.

but that's just what's beneath the clothes. to jacey, clothing is the ultimate form of self expression. if it isn't designer, she wont wear it (and even then she wont wear some designers!) she's surrounded by the finest fabrics, the poshest trends, and the sleekest outfits you could see a girl in without looking like rich hooker. she knows what makes her look like a goddess, what accessories tie her up to perfection and what feels great on her skin and she knows how to combine them to get great outfits every time.

Personality:

the number one thing to be aware of if you don't really know jacey is to know her temper. on the field you better watch it because she'll rip through you if you're in her way, even if you're on her team. she's all about "there's no 'i' in 'team!'" kinda thing but if she thinks you're messing around she won't hesitate to bypass you on the way to the lacrosse goal. she's aggressive when playing a sport and competitive enough to where she's thrown a hissy fit in the locker rooms when nobody's looking if her team has lost a game. jacey loves lacrosse because of the contact aspect of the game. its active and mean, just like her.

when she isn't playing lacrosse, she'll be found on the volleyball courts, trash talking and spiking the ball over the net as hard as she can. if you ask her, she'll tell you that she might have a bit of an anger issue (which is a total understatement) but that it's healthy when you look at her lifestyle and the two sports she involves herself in. her temper has gotten her in trouble many a time with coaches and even the head of the sports department, once, but she normally tries to confine it to the privacy of an empty locker room or some other secluded place.

when she's not involving her body and mind in lacrosse or volleyball, she sticks to what she knows. she's friendly around her clique and the other groups of kids that the preps seem to get along with, but that doesn't' stop her temper from rising up with her mighty hand of wrath. though she tends to be able to keep herself in check if its just a normal day or if whatever happened was just a simple accident. she's not totally anger-crazy. around her closest group of friends, she's clever and funny. she likes to make fun of the kids who are lesser than her like the hipsters or emos.

when it comes to guys, jacey has got them down to a science. she knows what they want, and it isn't a serious relationship. to be honest, she doesn't want a serious relationship. she's seen where attachments took her parents marriage, and she doesn't want to have to deal with that kind of pain. she's never had an actual boyfriend in her life, just constantly flirting and always one night stands, or a couple-night stands depending on how good the guy is in bed. she doesn't take love seriously. as far as she's concerned, real love doesn't exist in a form other than just a silly word people throw around if they want to get unnecessarily hurt.

History:

it isn't tragic. it isn't necessarily average, but it isn't some horrible story designed to make someone bawl their eyes out when jacey tells them her story (if you're lucky enough to get told). she was born may 30, 1994 in a nice hospital room with two loving parents and a large house with the spoils of being an only child waiting for her when her mom and she could leave the hospital. and when she got the big homecoming party, she was just that. spoiled. jacey hanna davenport was the center of her parents world, or at least the money in their world. from an early age, she started demanding things from them. the best toys, the latest cute little barbie movies (which she denies she ever watched if asked today), everything. but with the riches also came stupid manners. she was forced by her parents to be polite and sweet around adults, though that didn't actually stop her from being mean.

in the first few years of her schooling, she was a bully for sure. she ruled the classroom and as far as she was concerned, that was all that mattered. up until fourth grade. it was then that the tables turned after a couple kids noticed how weirdly tall she was compared to everyone else. and she was teased relentlessly. suddenly she became not so threatening with her lanky limbs and tiny but giant frame. no one wanted to play with her on the playground anymore and she was confined to her own company. it was life changing. when all the other girls were starting to form bonds that would last all through out the rest of elementary school, middle school, and even high school, she was outcast. she didn't have a best friend or someone to talk to about her serious problems that she couldn't go to the grown-ups for. from fourth grade to sixth grade, she was pretty much alone. she had to learn to keep herself company.

and what could be worse than that? your parents getting a divorce, maybe. the first week of seventh grade, her parents had the biggest fight she'd ever seen them have, and her father left. jacey's mother began to throw out his clothes, letting them fall from the second story window of their house to the yard. all his dress shirts and expensive suits were crumpled up on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see, but more importantly, for jacey to see. when she asked her mother what was happening, all she managed to hear through her mother's hysteric sobs was that it was just going to be them two from then on and that her father wasn't coming back. he didn't. no matter how much jacey wished he would show up again one day. no matter how much she cried alone since she had no one to go to. he didn't come back. she hasn't seen him since then. its done wonders for her self esteem even though she might not show that part of her to everyone (anyone, really.)

she went through seventh grade lonely still, and particularly she always felt angry about everything. but the summer before eighth grade, she signed herself up for a summer session of girls lacrosse. it was the whole summer, training for three weeks and competing against other local summer teams for six weeks. it sparked her competitiveness and, most importantly, gave her an outlet for her anger. any team she was on, she became an asset. she ran faster, tossed the ball out of her net harder, and defended the goal better than any of the other girls on the team, as far as she was concerned. she fell in love with the sport and joined a spring team when the time rolled around. she also found volleyball in eight grade on a private, year round team, and it too gave her the excuse to use her anger all up.

high school hit and as soon as she proved herself on the volleyball court, and the field during lacrosse season, she was accepted into the preps clique. she found girls who were aggressive and competitive like her and she bonded with them, following them into a lifestyle any girl would want. she was popular, she had guys to flirt with (that were finally taller than her!), and most importantly, she had sports. jacey is now in her junior year and she is loving being closer to the top of this brutal high school food chain rather than the bottom. she's learned to live as a girl who is perceived to be better than others, fitting the bill perfectly.

Sample Rp:

Jenna cried some more. Even after he had wiped away her tears, more fell down and it seemed all she could do was cry. This night had started out so great. Food, laughter, then a party. At the party, they had claimed each other and they hadn't needed to use color-tabs or anything like that. He gave her his ring and that was all the material there was to it. The rest was an emotional bond. One she knew they had. Even if their first fight, or whatever you could call this, was only a mere hour after they had become official, she still knew that what they had was the real deal. For sure.

So she let him pick her up. She curled up in his arms and closed her eyes for the extremely short ride back to where ever he was taking her. She was disappointed to know that it was her room, when she opened her eyes. But then he kissed her, and caressed the sides of her body with his hands and she felt that electric thrill run through her body again. She almost wanted to give in and stop all this mess. This crying and fighting. It hurt too much. She just wanted to be like this.

But her better judgement took over again and she started crying once more. He must have felt the wetness from her, or maybe he felt her tense up. Or maybe he had pulled away entirely but for whatever reason they were suddenly not kissing again. His shirt was still around her shoulders and she stood there and watched him walk out the door, closing it behind him. She didn't have the energy to break down again, but she didn't stop crying. She was very confused. She didn't know what it all meant or what would be happening. She was even doubting that they would still be together. Her left hand flew to her right and she felt the ring still there. She still had his ring.

She walked with difficulty from her now weak knees, into the bathroom and stared at her reflection. Red eyes, purple stained cheeks. 'lovely.' she thought and looked on for just a few more seconds before deciding to wash her face. She came out of her bathroom a few minutes later and just decided to get into bed. She snuggled down underneath the covers, and more importantly Grant's shirt, with the collar popped up and her nose laying right on the fabric. It smelled like him and maybe that was why she was still wearing it, inhaling its scent deeply. It sort of filled the void when he was gone. This wasn't turning out to be a healthy relationship for them to be in.

Jenna figured she had fallen asleep crying because she couldn't remember a time after she had gotten in bed when her cheeks were not wet. She didn't dream at all that night. Her dreams had all come true. But unfortunately, they had left. So how could she truly dream now?

Celeb:

annalynne mccord!

Out Of Character:

lyla; sixteen; three and a half; my email address [e-mail]; been super faithful to THIS SITE since it opened but its kinda dying now ): i also used to admin a site but i deleted it due to inactivity >_>

[( tahlia )]

I'm so glad I finally get to accept this and that you've joined the site! I am loving Jacey. Everything was filled out well and everything was detailed. More than anything I love how not only is she very aggressive when it comes to sport but the reasons behind it and how the passion developed. Just be sure to use capital letters when posting. Other than that, great job! Fill out your claims and you're free to start.