Jessica Ann Pruitte

[Jessica Pruitte]

The Basics

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Name: Jessica Ann Pruitte

Nicknames: Jess

Age:15

Orientation:Heterosexual

Desired Rank/Job: Student

Powers: Electronic Communication Manipulation. With the ability to “download” anyone’s email or texts and access anything sent over the aether or stored in a computer into her mind. This effectively makes the ECM-Meta a savant. Currently, the strongest known ECM-Meta not only has the ability to "download" information into their mind, but to manipulate the information stored in the aether. The ECM-Meta suffers from headaches to the point of nausea, which are often a predecessor to “overload blackouts”. ECM-Meta’s often have staticy hair. The untrained ECM-Meta can mean disastrous results for banks and other sensitive information.

Play By: Jo Jo Levesque

The Details

Hair Color:Brown with blonde and red low lights and low lights.

Eye Color:Blue-grey

Any Piercings?Lobes

Any Tattoos?She has plans for one.

Any Scars?Usual childhood incidents.
General Appearance: Jess is what some might call 'pretty', but never 'beautiful'. At least not without her scoffing it away and wondering what sort of game they were playing. That isn’t to say that she isn’t comfortable with her appearance, but doesn't have delusions of great beauty or grace. Her hair is highlighted with hues of red and blonde and she will occasionally wear make up.

Neither tall nor short, Jess is fairly average in both the height and weight department of things which makes clothes shopping easy. Not having a particular fashion statement she wears what makes her feel comfortable/ pretty/ sexy/ hidden depending entirely on how she feels on any given day. Or more accurately, whatever’s clean and least wrinkled as the concept of a closet and chest of drawers is beyond her.

Personality:

ESTP

Jessica has a complex. She feels like she is the only person in the world she can rely on. This is compounded by the total lack of interest and parental care shown to her by those who conceived and ‘raised’ her. No one else stepped up and so it was up to to her. She is an island into herself. That's not to say she doesn't make friends. Aside from that she's a very pleasant girl. Easy to smile, loves to laugh.

Smarter than she lets on, Jessica has the ability to “download” information from emails, webpages, texts, and unguarded computers with internet access straight into her mind. A Savant without being autistic. It's something she's been able to do almost from the start of her first menstrual cycle and used it to her advantage in the games she played. Because of this, however, Jessica is quite cocky.

Manic in how she treats people, Jessica can be perfectly nice one day, and hate the person the next. Occasionally, she'll over think a situation and come to a wrong conclusion spurning her towards an immanent dislike of a person or situation. She's not manic depressive, merely overly suspicious at times. In short, she’s a teenager just coming into her own and still trying to figure out *who* she is.

Your Vices

Likes: Coffee, computers, comfort, cards, tattoos, sleight of hand, being on her own

Dislikes: Feeling trapped, Being told what to do, horses, the dark (near-phobic)

Strengths: Card games (Jess took up the hobby of trick shuffling and happily used this to her advantage in poker games. Card shuffling is also a stress release for her.)

Weaknesses: Jess has never really been all that good at sports and so pretends to have absolutely zero interest in them. In spite of having the answers readily available to her, math. Very unforgiving, if you’ve pissed her off, she’s gonna hold onto it forEVER. She’s not generous when it comes to other people’s mistakes.

Fears: The dark

Secret: Jessica really wants someone to take care of her. You know, like a parent.

Family Ties

Father: Christopher Pruitte

Mother:Tiffany Pruitte

Siblings:none

Any Other Important People:A squashed face kitten by the name of “Ouch”, Her Uncle Hart

History

No one ever said life would be easy, nor did they state that it would be fair. To assume as much would be folly. A home, not quite broken but certainly fractured many times over, left one wondering why the parental units ever bothered to have a child. Perhaps it was the foolish thought that baby would fix all. The arguments would cease, the screaming matches would end. Falsehoods.

Yet despite it all, said child grew; true she spent more time out of doors than at the house where the battle of words, lung power, and loins took place. Finding a sort of joy in watching people interact with the world around them Jessica decided to join them rather than watch. She was ready, at 13, to LIVE. Packing a bag with clothes, a light weight blanket, several fistfulls of money from her mother’s money drawer and a will to explore, the teen up and left. The arguments would not be there if she wasn't there to hear them. Call it a "tree falls in the forest" mindset, but it was what worked for Jess. It helped that people tended to over look youth wandering around as long as they didn’t get in the way.

Against all odds Jessica made it across the country and into California without any unsettling things happening. In fact a rather odd “random act of kindness” was bestowed upon her by one old woman who’d picked her up during the hitchhiking expedition. Keys to a furnished home that was currently empty. The woman’s children didn’t need it, and she didn’t stay there anymore. “It will be nice to know that it’s going to good use,” the woman had said.

The old woman *might* have been led to believe that Jessica’s name was Amanda Byrns and that both of her parents had served in Iraq. Up until a roadside bomb took them out. It was a tuggin-on-heartstrings type of story, and the old woman had been receptive (read: gullible) enough to buy it.

Getting settled in California was far easier than Jessica had ever anticipated.

At least until money started to run out and she began her first menstrual cycle. With the cramps, nausea, and general moodiness came an onslaught of information. Most of it was useless information, but some of it was interesting. The problem was there was so very much of it.

Sorting through was impossible at first, especially with the migraines spotting her vision and occasionally causing blackouts from which Jess would wake up still hurting. Some of the information had sorted itself during her blackout periods, however, and the useful stuff (bank routing numbers, account numbers, and how to go about the business of getting the money from there to her without actually having to have human contact. One can buy anything online and have it delivered. Including groceries.

Roleplay Example

Nevermind that it was nearly freezing outside and the only people who’d be out so late were out of their mind. Nevermind, that Jessica had better things to do (homework, avoiding trouble). Nevermind that the sand felt like ice beneath her as she lay staring at the stars with the crescendo of waves only a few feet away. The beach was hers.

All. Hers.

There were no idiots burning down houses. Offering her moronic things in exchange for her “peace”. There were no giggling bubble-gum blondes playing volleyball or acting as though they were gods gift (nevermind how much of that ‘gift’ was bought with plastic to create… plastic.) She was alone. Blissfully alone to her thoughts.

She’d finally found a furnished apartment and managed to con her way into it. It was amazing what a person could do with a computer, an assumed identity, and a bank account. The beauty of the electronic world was that no one had to see her face. The IP address changed every time she walked a block, and thus allowed her the access to do just about anything she wanted. Even if she’d had to get a NEW laptop, thanks to the whole fire thing. But things were finally starting to get back to normal for her.

Now if only the fire department and cops would leave her alone about the whole thing. That wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon, so she’d just have to keep playing it as cool as she knew how. And hope like hell no one caught on to her ruse.

The waves licked the sand of the California shoreline, bringing with it another icy, salty spray.

Damn it was cold.

Worth it, but cold. The blanket Jess had wrapped herself in was doing a moderate job of keeping her from freezing solid on the sand, but she was willing to pay that price for the few moments of uninterrupted solitude.

A solitude she both loved and hated.

It was a lonely existence being her. All of her. Every name she’d taken on, every place she’d dared to call “home” for a brief while had been taken away. Running was getting old. But Jess didn’t know what else to do. Or even how. She'd lived this particular style of life for so long now that it seemed impossible to change.

But she wanted people to be close with (even if she didn't trust them, but the distrust came from not wanting anyone to know... because if they knew she'd be sent back. She was old enough to be tried as an adult in many states and she HAD broken the law. No two ways about it.) She wanted to have friends. To just BE.

Was she jealous of everyone she saw? Yes and no. They had a freedom she didn't, but at the same time she had a freedom they didn't.

Catch 22.

What About You?

Name: Urchin

Age: You’ll never know! (except it’s listed and public knowledge)

Experience: Longer than I’d like to admit

How Did You Find Us? Dryope

Ready To Play? What are we playing? Rummy?

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