Jennifer Cole

[Jennifer Cole]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Jennifer Aleesha Cole
Nickname: Jen or J
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Power Mimicry
Play By:Candice Accola.

Let it F L O W . . .

Yeah I’m Jennifer, Jen for short, followed by my last name Cole. I am seventeen years of age and live up to all the expectations of being a seventeen year old. However we will get onto that later.. My weight, most girls lie about their weight yes? Well not me, I weigh 112lbs, if you don’t believe me look at my slim and very desirable physique. Then have a sook about it. (chuckles) Now how do I look you might ask, I have been described as a pleasurable desert but I am guessing you are going a little more for specifics. So, I have long blonde hair (real blonde might I add) and my eyes are a deep blue. My skin is fair, which co-ordinates nicely with my hair. As for my figure, I am petite in every aspect, so sorry boys I don’t have big boobs but I also don’t have a fat ass either. Now to what I dress myself in… I buy are clothes that fit my body and hug to my features in all the right places. Low cut tops are a must, and short skirts are also mandatory in my wardrobe.

When people say powers I think of superhero but that’s just me…although I wouldn’t mind a man rescuing me from a fire in tight spandex…Wow sorry, I let my imaginings get the better of me for a minute. My powers are the ability of power mimicry. I am at the stage where I can observe someone’s powers and obtain them, however I haven’t got full control of it yet and the powers do not last long when I get them that way…So if I really wanted someone’s powers, the best bet of me obtaining them and keeping them for a while, it would be to physically touch them. Although if you told anyone that I told you that, I will have to kill you. Ha nah your ok little scribe man.

School. Well school is school. Boring subjects about things that I am never going to use again, except maybe where we get to learn about our powers. Classes go for way too long and I have been known to skip on more than one occasion, but what would you have done? Work drives me crazy, all I want to do it is get out of the school and go somewhere wild and uncontrolled. I guess that’s why I get up to mischief, cause I am way too confined and trapped. Everyone needs a little freedom, but apparently at The Hammil Institute it’s the place of torturing and confining, never heard about that. Well from my view, sure we are allowed out…with a signed note and you have to be back before curfew. I mean, if I wanted to be treated like a child, I would attend Play School. As for my extra-curricular activities, I sit around looking good, and you know practice my abilities. What can I say, I am quite desirable? Yes I know I said that already, but let’s be honest, it is the truth.

Loves of mine… Let’s start off with an easy one, clothing, I love to shop and it’s not a crime so I don’t see how it can or should be an issue. This is all apart from my love of men, I like bad boys especially and the ones that aren’t always easy to catch. Sure I will play around with a guy until I get bored of them, if they are cute enough, I like to be entertained. It’s always a lot more fun when it’s a game and a chase for them or me, either way it keeps it alive. Being a girl who likes to let lose, of course I love to party. It is said that there is a rumour going around about me being the party girl and let us be realistic, I don’t mind because it’s the truth. It’s funny when girls think they can offend me by saying something like that. Partying is in my nature, and I party hard. This brings me to my strengths; I would say that I am quite cunning. There is that ability in me that I can draw people in and never let them know what I am up to. (not an ability abilty, just a talent) It’s quite handy when playing a game of black jack or poker, although they are the PG versions of the games that we play. Any who, moving on, I am also very skilled at using a dagger. Not many people at the institute know this, in fact probably hardly any, but I was raised in how to use swords and daggers and I had a natural knack at it. That out there, I don’t walk around to people and brag that I can used a knife and wield a sword. It’s not the best conversation starter. That’s what you get for growing up with only a father, trained in martial arts. This is alongside with my love of cars, he taught me how to fix cars since the age of six. So I love them not only because of the thrill of getting dirty and fixing a car, but they remind me of my dad.

Lettuce. There is something about it that just makes me not want to go near it, the way it looks and feels holds no appeal to me and quite frankly I am glad that I don’t have to eat it. Otherwise if I did, shit would break lose. Now moving on, a weakness of mine is muscles. The way they can bulge out of a guys t-shirt, man I don’t know how girls resist. Nevertheless I do pretend that I don’t see them and make them work for me, but I must say that there is a lot of appeal in toned bodies. On a more serious note, a weakness and fear of mine is getting hurt. Sure I look tough and strong on the outside, but some things hurt me more than most think. I do have a heart and it has been broken, so that’s why you don’t see me putting it out there for everyone to see. Again if you tell anybody this, you won’t be walking straight tomorrow. Remember my dagger skills. As for a weakness with my ability is that I can lose control when my emotions are heightened. Sure I have trained since I was thirteen, but when I get really angry or upset, my powers can go out of control. It scares me, so much that I don’t want people to know that I have this weakness and that I am so afraid of it.

I am charming, intelligent and extremely sentinmental. Haha I’m just messing with you, except for the charming part. If you’re not sure, go and ask all the guys around campus, I am sure no one will disagree with you. The kind of person I am, where to start.. How about, I like to party and get wild, that side of me is always coming out at night time and causing a ruckus. At times I can be an absolute bitch if I don’t like you, that’s your warning girls. Do not mess with me because you will most certainly regret it. I may look innocent but I’m the last thing from it. I do have a nice side and on rare occasion it is known to be seen, but other than that you get me. The girl who always has the attention on her and who always gets what she wants. Let me tell you now, I make sure that I get what I want and that’s a promise. Even though I can be a bitch, I am mostly seen around campus as being perky and out for fun. Just try to catch me in my good mood, and make sure that I like you and we will have no problems.

I was born into a happy home, we were not rich or anything extravagant, but it was loving and warm. My mother stayed at home whilst my dad would go to work in the shop, bringing an earning for the both of us. There was a time, in the early stages on my life, that there had been talks of giving me a little brother or sister. It never happened, a lot like a lot of other things. There was nothing extra ordinary about me as child but there was nothing bland about me either. I was a regular baby, except for my looks. Everyone looked at my white blonde hair and blue eyes, I was quite a cute baby .

Getting a little older my mother was very strict about who I could play with, and who I couldn’t. I didn’t understand this at the time, but she was protecting me in case I had abilities like hers. My mother didn’t want me to hurt anyone or vice versa. There was always that slight paranoia with her, she was always stressed about me and how I could inherit her or dad’s abilities. It was when I got a little older, around the age of five and six, that I wanted to go on sleep overs and stay at friends houses . The answer was always the same, no no and no. My dad, Bryce, always wanted me to go and live a normal life, saying that I should be able to have fun whilst I still could. Of course I didn’t understand any of this at the time, but my father told me all about my mother as I got older. My favourite thing to do was to go with him to the shop and help with the tools and the cars. There was no doubt that I was ‘daddy’s girl’.

It was around this age that my mother left. One day I woke up and she wasn’t anywhere to be found, I was seven when she left. Bryce was a mess, he couldn’t tell me why she had left or where she had gone, and I didn’t understand why mommy wouldn’t come home. The real reason she left was because she had been starting to go a little insane and couldn’t handle it any longer. To resolve this, she did the craziest thing she could have done, walk out on her young family. Leaving a dad alone to raise their child. If my mother was anything, she was crazy and I hate her for what she did to this day. My dad being my dad, soldiered on and got through it. When I wasn’t at school I was at the shop with dad, helping him on the cars and around the shop. Well as much help as a little girl could be, when I got older around the age of nine and ten he let me actually fix things. Being that I had lived in the shop, pretty much, I knew how to work a car and everything about cars. Our relationship was extremely strong, all we had was each other and we stuck together.

When I was thirteen I developed my powers. Everything changed then. I didn’t know what was going on with me, I had brushed someone on the street and I had this power of freezing and controlling water. Sure enough the first person I told was my dad that was when he explained everything. That was also when he told me to pack my bags; he was going to send me off to a school for people like me. Feeling more alone than ever, I had done what he asked and I also knew that I wouldn’t see him again for a while. With this he explained the story about my mother and how she had been affected in a big way by her abilities, and that little part of me that had hoped all these years that she would return, dwindled and disappeared. Sure I felt sorry for my mother, but after what she had done to my father and to me, could not be forgiven.

When he dropped me off at the Institute, I hadn’t been sure what to expect but it had been magnificent. No part of me wanted to go there, I just wanted to be normal. Mostly due to the fact that my father would be returning home, without me and he was not going to visit because he said I needed to do this on my own. It was probably the right thing to do, in some ways, but I didn’t see it like that at all. However I did need to grow up, and that was what I did.

So now you see who I am, where I came from and every personal detail about me. Just so we’re clear, do not breath a word of this.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name:AllieAge: Seventeen RP Experience: Six years!How did you find us?: Recommendation/Ad

Show your S K I L L S . . .

(from another site) Jen was happy teasing and talking to Henry, he was always fun to play with. When he replied to her she couldn’t help but smile, watching as his lower lip pouted out towards her. Sometimes the boy could be really childish, but often that was what she loved about him. Neither of them had to be serious with one another, it was a game and it was fun. No, I love you, I love you too. Makeup scene there. It was interesting and disconnected, neither of them loved another it was merely something they did to pass time and it was enjoyable. “Now you don’t really want that. We both know it.” She said with a playful but assured smile, she knew what he wanted and he knew what she wanted. It was easy to play with each other when you knew how to get them in their weak spots. Jen felt his hand on her chin and didn’t resist when he planted a kiss on her cheek. A giggle slipped from her parted lips. “And I thought I told you to try and control yourself with me in public.” Jennifer said with a dazzling smile, one that drew all the boys in and made girls envy her.

“The most badass guy there is? “ She said in a scoff, with a cheeky smile that showed she was playing with him. Jen played with her blonde hair as he watched him reply with a resolution of proving his badass-ness. This time she laughed but continued in a sigh. “Ok Hen, I’ll be there, you just have to make sure you show up. Oh and I won’t admit it because it’s not true.” Jen said, letting her hair fall to her shoulders when she dropped the piece of hair she had been playing with. It’s not that she didn’t admit truths when she saw them, it was just with Hen. Sure she knew he was pretty badass, why else would she be bothering with him? She liked guys with a bad rep, or that could keep her on the edge of her seat. Which Hen could most of the time, it just depended on what mood you caught him in. “You know me to well.” She said and returned a breath taking smile to his impressive one, making sure that she let her eyes fall onto his and keep them until she thought it was time to look away.

After arranging herself onto him, she knew she had woken him up, at the least. Henry was a lot about physical touching, she knew it turned him on, hence the reason she was on top of him. Of course his reply didn’t come as too much of a shock, but she did like his hand brushing up her thigh. A smile played on her glossed lips. “For the small reason that you will get way too excited to be in this lounge room with me very soon.” Jen said with a sexy smile, that would make most guys melt. With Henry he was used to it, but she still knew it had to have some sort of effect. He was a guy after all. Then he rolled underneath her and put his back to her, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. There was no way that she was giving him a back massage, she wasn’t used like that and Henry knew this. “Now Henry, lets not push our luck.” She said removing one leg, and slowly sliding off the couch. Standing up she pulled down her top and straightened out her outfit, then she moved over to the other one person couch a couple meters away.

”So how’s the family Hen?” She said with a level face, she wasn’t going to give him any flirtyness until he begged for it. Man she loved playing her games with him, it was always so interesting.

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