VEGA, BEATRIZ JAZMYN

[JAZMYN BEATRIZ VEGA]

Jazmyn BeatrizVega

CHARACTER NAME || Jazmyn Beatriz Vega
NICKNAME || Jazzy, Jaz
GENDER || Female
AGE || Nineteen
PREFERENCE || straight
MEMBER GROUP || Arts
PLAY BY || Antoinette Nikprelaj

LIKES ||
*Solitode
*Coffee
*Cooking
* Reading
* Her Independence
* Fall
* Nighttime
*Studying
* Her X-box
DISLIKES ||
* Her Mom
* Her Dad
* Crowds
* Spiders
* Haters
* Tight Spaces
* Bitter Coffee
STRENGTHS ||
* Cooking
* Raping on xbox (not litteral)
* Being itelligant
* Being quiet
WEAKNESSES ||
* Having Social Abilites
* Starting a conversation
* Being very shy
* Not being able to talk wehn someone is talking to her
FEARS ||
* To lose her cooking abilites
* To get bad grades
* Someoe coming up to talk to her
SECRETS ||
* Her very strict parents
* Leaving her parents
GOALS ||
*To have better social abilites
* To have friends/boyfriend
PERSONALITY ||

Girls just wanna have fun.

Fun? She never really had fun. She always raised to be neat, clean cut, and just study. She was never allowed to go out, or meet boys. On rare occasions her mother would let me have a friend over, that's about it. She always wanted to try to party, she mean is Latino, isn't it what they are known for?

You look so fine, I really want to make you mine!

Her pretty, haha. She was never told she was pretty, or even cute. Her parents; rough, strict, and they hated when she was called pretty by other people, defiantly her mom. She hated it, sometimes she would slap Jazmyn across the face if anyone called her cute. Jazmyn thinks she was jealous, her dad wouldn't do much about it, he only told her to keep her head down, and study. Or Jazmyn will be nothing, and she wouldn't be his daughter. It hurts yes, but hey look where she is now.

Change is a good thing.

Change is good, and she changed for the better. When she left her parents she had no social life, she still doesn't but she remembers when she first moved out... it's been 2 years since Jazmyn left, she lived in a apartment. When it was the 1st month of her living on her own, and her neighbor, his name is Austin. Jazmyn ran into him at the mail boxes, and he said 'Hi' and right there Jazmyn was stunned with fear, and she shriveled down and hid in her little shell. She was shocked and speechless, Jazmyn had no idea how to really talk or socialize with anybody. She is better now, but she still has thoughs times were she is very quiet, Jazmyn still doesn't understands what to do when someone compliments her. She still studies her ass off. But she loves to have her time, which is to play her xbox.

Hobbies! What do you love?

What Jazmyn loves to do is cook! Cook, mix and match recipes, sometimes they suck, and sometimes the make your taste buds have a fiesta! She loves to herb up her meals. But what do you expect? Isn't it like the biggest stereotype of all that Latinos like to cook? Give Jazmyn any type of vegetable or fruit and she will make you the best meal that you ever tasted that you will be stopping by her house with a dish and forks and knifes, I guess you can call that her... fun, oh and her xbox of course!

So overall you are...

Overall what? Err, she is different I guess, she has some self esteem issues, and maybe someone could help her to grow out her shell, which she has somewhat did by herself. She is always looking for a nice chat... but it depends who you are, girls you are hard to talk to you, why are girls such bitches and sluts these days? It really disgust Jazmyn, anybody with her? You men out there, she likes to talk to you, she really likes to have a nice coffee and any stranger GUY to talk to her, you could look ugly, cute, fat but all you have to have is a personality! Jazmyn making friends is very unlikely, and her ever having a boyfriend is so unlikely it makes her laugh. Jazmyn ever going out to get drunk and party, is probably not going to happen anytime soon... you kinda have to have friends to do that. Jazmyn rather talk to random people on xbox live while beating the shit out them, more then she does to the people all around her. So overall she is just a big mess mixed into one mexican girl! Get used to it.

PARENTS || Maria (Mother) / 51 / She no longer knows / They hate each other
|| Jose (Father / 59 / She know longer knows / They hate each other
SIBLINGS || N/A
BIRTHPLACE || Colombia
HOMETOWN || Liverpool England
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || Latino

SAMPLE RP HERE

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What happens when you die? It is a question we all ask, ever one of us. Five simple words turned into the hardest question of all. Nobody knows what happens when you die. We guess, but we don't know. We can't find out the answer because when we find out... we are dead, and you can't tell people how it is because you are dead. D.E.A.D. Gone, no longer living. I wonder if it is just black, or if you really go to hell or heaven. The fact that if heaven and hell are real, one mistake could reserve you a spot in hell. Do we all have to be perfect to make into heave? Can everybody live up to heavens standreds, what if we do two bad things in are life, that then brings us to hell. It doesn't sound fair, or right, and I'm talking about heaven. Heaven doesn't sound fair to me, I mean... what if you were stupid once and that just screws you over. Is that really fair, do the gods really care? Do they know how hell is? Nobody wants to be there, it's hell. Doesn't everybody have good in there heart? Does heaven or hell know about a second chance. Is it a sin for me to think that heaven is not fair? Does freedom of speech live up there too? I wish I knew.

Kumori was plucked back into her mind, she knew she was going to hell. The fiery pits of doom, never ending torture. Feeling fear every day, not knowing if it was night or day. Breathing in the fumes of rotten flesh, no fresh air. The smell of burning blood, burning flesh. The smell of fear, horror. You hear screaming, crying. The sounds of bones being crushed, the sound of limbs being pulled off. Kumori stomach twisted, the taste of death would always be a thick coat over your tongue. The sight of it all, you would want to scratch out your own eyes. You rather be hung from a chains 100 feet off the ground then be on the ground of hell. Knowing that you are forever punished... The worse thing about it is, that even if you life sucked, it can't be this worse. I don't see why people would ask to go to hell. Your life can't be that bad... Can it?

Kumori shrugged, she dug her claws into the the hard dirt, she did not penetrate the earth as much as she thought she would. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, she titled her head up. The sun rays finding its way to her face. Her face was burning, she was okay with that. She felt like there was something else keeping her from cutting short. She smiled and lowered her cranium, she opened her eyes and she looked at Rook's mismatched eyes. Kumori's mind calmed down, "I wouldn't know. I've never encountered those that would want to harm themselves - only those who wish to harm others. I've seen grief take away life, but never in the literal sense," That knocked the smile of Kumori's face, her mind thought of the statement. "Well, some wolves find they have no reason to live, I mean. Everything has been taken away from them. Sometimes it's not what happened in there life, sometimes it is whats happening to them mentally. Some can't control what happens in their mind. So they simply give up," Kumori pushed that last sentence out, her mouth wouldn't control right, its like it knew she is talking about herself, just in a secret way.

"I can't see not wanting life, even if there is pain in it." Kumori sunk deeper, her mind not liking this. "But what if its not all pain? Or sometime it is. So much pain that you can't take it. Like being slowly torn apart. Pain is a strong feeling, not the strongest though..." she looked away from Rook, her body no longer wanted to be here, but the part of her soul did. The fact that she wasn't alone made it somewhat better. She was somewhat worried, her voice hasn't said anything to her, and that never happens. The only thing she feared more then hell was when the night falls, when her body needs to rest. Sleeping is something you need to have a healthy life, but when you don't sleep even when you are... Does that say something about yourself? Kumori tensed up.

Rook spoke again, Kumori listened to his words. She followed them, thought of something to say "You speak the truth, but what if the sky isn't enough for you to be free. What if the sky was just there. What if you need someone to be there for you. Even if there was no sky, the first thing you wish for is someone to be with. And the only way you could be free is with someone by your side. Then for your second wish, you wish for the sky," When Kumori finished she left a big gap of silence.

Kumori watched as the harsh silence continued, she sallowed hard. Maybe the last statement wasn't the best to add. The wind grew softer, and softer. Until you could hear nothing more then a faint hush. Kumori tried to focus on something that made a noise, but nothing move in this forest. It's like the trees, the wind, even the animals are listening to you. You are the center of attention, Kumori bit her tongue. She sighed as the Rook broke the silence, smashing it into a million pieces. It's almost like Kumori could hear the silence shattering, she made no attempt to look his away. She felt uneasy. "Yes, but what if your soul is own by the devil? Doesn't he now control your balance? When you have no control of that, you have no control over yourself," Kumori finished, her heart pounded slightly hard, she felt like her soul was taken.

"If your soul was taken aren't you just like a puppet? Letting the devil control when you let go of it all... Pulling the strings slowly, breaking one by one. And when the last one is pulled, your puppet falls. The show is over," Kumori paused "So is it worth it living when you can't control your own actions? Is there really any point, sky or no sky. The only thing that could possibly stop your madness is love," Kumori chocked on her words "But the devil won't let you come close to love, instead of pulling strings, he will snip all of them at once. So you are all out of luck," Kumori finally finished, She leaned back. She took a glance at Rook, what is making her tell him these things. What's wrong with me.

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I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 5 YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
[None right now] HERE. AND I AM NINETEEN YEARS YOUNG.

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