Post by Jane Doe on Feb 27, 2013 11:23:43 GMT -5
Your Name: Reid
How many years roleplaying?: 10ish
Please put a picture of your character. DO NOT STRETCH THE BOARD. You'll just give the resident CI a meltdown, and a kitten will be killed. Think of the kittens.
Jane Doe
How many years roleplaying?: 10ish
Please put a picture of your character. DO NOT STRETCH THE BOARD. You'll just give the resident CI a meltdown, and a kitten will be killed. Think of the kittens.
Jane Doe
B a s i c s
Age • Aliases • Residence • Profession • Birth
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Age • Aliases • Residence • Profession • Birth
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- Name - Jane Doe
- Age - 25
- Aliases - None
- Residence - New York City
- Profession - FBI agent, Organized Crime Unit
- Date of Birth - November 5, 1987
- Criminal Background/Rap (If Applicable) - None
A p p e a r a n c e
brunette • plan • tommy-boy • curly hair • average
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Jane Doe is neither pretty or ugly. Her face is normal and can be seen as either one. She rarely wears makeup other than eye liner just to appear more normal (knowing that otherwise she might draw attention to herself.) Likewise she wears simple cloths nothing to flashy to draw attention on her or make her attractive to unwanted eyes yet nothing to low end. She does work for the FBI after all. Most the time she wears plan jeans maybe black jeans but never a skirt and a nice top. Never showing too much skin. Furthermore she always wears running shoes knowing not only the importance of being about to run after a suspect at a moment’s notice. She is mostly a tomboy.
Her hair is brown not really dark but not light either. She likes it long but most the time wears it in some sort of pony tall. It is naturally curly and if probably the only thing about her that she likes. She is never really one to spend time on herself but on days that she has time or nights she can sleep she will work with her hair and many times it is the one part of her that looks like a girl. Her eye are a hazel brown and most the time seem empty. Like looking into an empty shell. No idea who she is or what she wants. They are sad eyes. Though when pushed they will show her determination. Her will for answers. Her skin is not tanned but it is darker though she can still easily be considered white.
P e r s o n a l i t y
quiet • shy • fearful • determined • obedient
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Jane is a very quiet person. She rarely talks without being urged to some way. When she does talk it is normally as little as possible, though she is normally matter of fact. There are two ways that people generally preserve Jane. First is as a cold hearted person who feels she is better than other people. When they hear her talk they assume that she thinks she is always right and that’s why she’s so off put by any human relationships. Those with a better eye for people see an extremely shy and almost scared person. She avoids eye contact most of the time except for when she is really trying. Her words can often be heard in the form of a question even if it is a fact as if she’s asking for permission or back up on the fact. She avoids any kind of human contact what so ever. She will shake hands if offered but never anything more. No hugs. Flinches if anyone moves a comforting hand her way. She is in many ways a pro at hiding her feelings but when it comes to fear she fails. One thing she fears the most is people being mad at her. She does everything in her power to try and make sure that does not happen. Going out of her way in so many ways even if a person is not in any danger of getting mad.
Jane is also very determined. In her job this means she will find the bad guy no matter what- as long as it is in the realm of the rules being fearful of an punishment is she breaks them. She is often found working late having no social life what so ever. She is awkward around every single person in the world not knowing how to do small talk or even what to say. Most the time she just agrees with whatever any one says or listens to them talk. She likes listening to others talk as long as she is not expected to weigh in contribute. She keeps her distance as much as possible never sharing anything about herself. Someone can know her for a year or more (Unlikely more since she never stays in one place to long) and know nothing about her. If she shares her last name with someone she will not tell them her first or introduce herself as JD knowing the connect they will make if they know her full name. The same goes if the person knows her as Jane.
H i s t o r y
mystery • foster homes • fear • moving • FBI
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The first four years of Jane Doe’s life are a mystery to everyone even Jane. Anyone that knows that happened to her in those first years are probably dead and if not they most likely deserve to be dead. Her story starts when a cop patrolling a bad neighborhood in Washington DC spotted something in the gutter. He pulled over to discover that it was a small child who seemed inches from death. He quickly raced her to the hospital and began looking for her parents. But there were no local missing persons reports that even slightly resembled the heap of bones and skin of Jane. Even after getting the FBI involved they still could not locate anyone missing the child. In the Hospital Jane was not only suffering from severe malnutrition but she had cuts, bruises, and scares covering her body indicating years of hardship. And though she was underdeveloped the doctors estimated she was four years old. When the police talked to the child she had little memory of who she was or what had happened, only being able to tell them a few tippets about living on the street. She didn’t have a name and showed very little recognition of what that even meant. Didn’t know her birthday or who her parents were- again acting like she had no idea what a mom or dad was. Doctors predicted that due to her young age, underdevelopment, and the evidence of abuse she mostly likely didn’t remember anything and never would. Thus she was given the temporary, at least they hoped so, name of Jane Doe and eventually the day they found her, November 5th, was dubbed as her birthday.
After almost a month recovering in the hospital Jane was finally released and since there was still no word of who she was she was placed in foster care. Almost as soon as she stepped foot into her new home the girl that barely spoke a word in the hospital stopped talking all together. She coward away from any kind of touch avoided her foster parents and siblings like the plague. Most the time she sat in some corner in a ball not moving for hours. She refused to eat. Refused to play. And if anyone even so much as raised their voice to her she would cover her ears and just stand there with her eyes closed as if she could shut the world out. She never cried though. Her first foster parents could only deal with the unruly child so long though and after only a week they sent her away thus starting a pattern that would follow Jane throughout her life. Her next foster family was more understand toward her- her foster mother having gone through abuse in her childhood as well- and dealt with her antics for almost six months. They even tried to work with her breaking her out of her shell. It took almost the whole six months but eventually she began to keep to a schedule doing what she was told. Yet she still never said a word. And after so much work the family finally hit their breaking point though no one knows exactly what that was and sent her away just like her first family. In the next couple of months she went through two more families without a word.
It wasn’t until she started first grade that she started talking again. It was only a few words here and there to yes and no questions. She continued to improve on her social skills as well and though she was still scared of everyone and everything she began to continue keeping to schedules and doing everything that she was told. She even began to eat regular meals- more than a few bites at least that she got away with before. (This was after she was placed in a home that the father got mad at her for being ungrateful for the food he was putting on her plate). She excelled in school picking up on things much faster than others and began reading earlier than most. However very few people noticed this as she rarely spoke and changed elementary schools three times. (Though she was eventually put in advanced classes). She had begun to talk more though answering questions in more than one word though still only when asked a direct question. Even with the improvements Jane went through 20 foster homes while in Elementary school bringing her grand total to 24 homes in her short life never staying at one for more than six months.
When she started middle people started to notice her intelligence more and began to almost force her into extracurricular activities like chess club, and orchestra though the only thing she stuck with was the piano lessons her sixth grade music teacher gave her for a couple of months before she switched schools, though she continued to keep to it and soon found it was one of the only things she could do that she liked and was calming, just like reading, writing, and school work and become for her. Nearing the end of her sixth grade year she was placed in a new home, and school. It was clear that this one was different than the others spending her first night there locked in the bedroom with her three other foster sisters after the youngest, ten years old, accidently broke a plate while setting the table for dinner. They went without dinner though Jane was used to it she felt this was not the place she wanted to be. The next morning Jane began her routine but after arriving home from school five minutes late- the bus having been delayed by traffic- she found out why she had such a bad feeling about this new home. Yes she had been in bad homes before. Maybe neglecting the children leaving them locked in their rooms for hours, refusing to feed them. All things she hated but could live with. But here upon entering the house she was not meet with a stern word and locked in her room. No she was met with a stern hand across her face. The beating was no more than a few smacks but it was enough to awake the hidden memories that she didn’t remember. She locked herself in her room and assumed the fetal position covering her ears with her hands and refused to move or speak. Her foster parents tried to coax her out of this state but she didn’t listen even when her refusal was met with more smacks. When morning rolled around Jane still didn’t move not even to go to school traumatized by what had happened too much. In fear that she would report them the Foster Parents dropped her as their charge. Things went back to almost normal for her once she was out of the house moving about again. Except for one major detail: she stopped talking.
For the next year Jane went on without saying a word making in even harder for her to stay in a home for longer than a month. However after a year Jane slowing began to speak again. By the time she finished eighth grade she had gone through a totally 56 homes. She had no friends and most people were starting to catch on to her situation no matter if she never told anyone about herself. They understood by her name that she was a no one and for almost the first time in her life her inner struggle with who she was was almost public knowledge. She easily blended into the crowd after the initial shock of the girl with no name or past. She began to try and find out who she was. She contacted the police who were assigned to her “missing persons” cases trying to find anything. She even had them run her DNA through the computer but nothing came up. No new leads in the past ten years. The cops had already come to the decision that she was never going to find out where she came from. Yet she was not going to give up that easy.
Through high school she changed foster homes almost 50 times. Ever since her encounter with the abusive home Jane had began to manipulate her foster parents. If she liked them she would stay there for however long it seemed to suit her or her foster parents until someone did something to the other that made them want out of the forced relationship. The shortest stay Jane had ever sustained was less than 12 hours. When she finally graduated High school she had racked up a Virginia state record of the most Foster homes stayed in at 112. As soon as she was free she ran as far as she could. She had built up a pretty large strong hold of money from tutoring younger children ever since she started high school. She moved to Maryland at first then got accepted at UCLA and moved to California. After only a year at the college she transferred to Boston University. She stayed there for another year but from years of moving around she couldn’t stand it any longer and transferred again this time to New York University. She finished her studies there after two years. There was only one thing that she ever wanted and knew she could do. Catch bad guys. She Started her criminal justice career as a 911 dispatcher. Then after a year of working at the job she applied for the FBI.
She was accepted and after going through the academy she was sent to Denver as part of the White Collar unit there. She stayed in the unit for only two months before transferring to the Colorado Organized crime unit. She stayed there for another six months before transferring again this time changing cities as well. In the next year and a half she moved to three different cities and was changed to four different units. She never went back to Virginia until she was placed in the Organized crime unit in Quantico. She has no real idea were exactly she wants to be in the FBI only that she can help innocent people.
Family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other: Several Foster Parents who would never remember her if asked
L i k e s
Order
Having rules to follow
Playing the Piano
Being alone
Fighting evil
Having a sense of control
Saving Lives
Di s l i k e s
Not knowing
Her Name – Being asked about it
Abuse
Being in one place too long
Not knowing who she is
S t r e n g t h s
Intelligent
Following Rules
Manipulating people to get what she wants
Determined
Will never stop
W e a k n e s s e s
Her Past
Fear as being harmed
Constantly moving (Can’t settle down)
Always trying to figure out who she is
Her name
Extreme fear of being abused
Trying endless to find who she is
O t h e r
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Q: (OPTIONAL!) How did you come to find Absolutely Addicting?
Q: For those making second characters; what is your main account? Reese
Q: If you had to pick a theme song for your character, what would it be? Once Upon a December
Q: What mental disorder(s) and/or quirks if any does your character suffer from? Do they know about it? None. Maybe some sort of Social Anxiety or such, she knows she's fearful.
Q: Profile code(s)?
Q: Anything Else? Jane continually uses her spare time to try and locate her family. She has even used some of her minor hacking skills to put a flag on her FBI file so if any hits on her DNA or name or anything are found she will know about it.
A Role Playing Sample
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And all the things you never heard
While in my mind I search for words
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Jane Doe watched the street before her as the car speed forward. Two other agents sat in the front seat of the car. Jane didn't mind being placed in the back. The other two men were quite larger than her. But the way there was driving made it even more desirable to be in the back. Yes this was an important moment and they couldn't miss it. But dying in a firey car crash wasn't going to make things any better. Two months ago Jane had joined a task force to hunt down an agent that had gone rouge a while back. She had killed three agents and since gone rouge. They had no clear evidence but they were pretty sure that in the time since she had turned to killing people for money. There was nothing connecting her to the crimes though. They had no leads for the longest time. That was until a few hours ago. They had come across an address. There was no way to be sure that it was really her home, but it was the only thing that they had. And they were going to act like it was a hot scene. The only thing was the director wouldn't authorize a SWAT team. That meant the three agents working today had to go alone. Jane had a bad feeling about this. But there wasn't anything she could do. Out of the two agents she was the lowest ranking. Sure she had been with the FBI for about three years now. But she it wasn't like she had been aware long enough to get a promotion. She never stayed anywhere longer than six months. That was until recently. She had been with the Organized Crime unit for just under a year now. Something was different about this place. She felt like she fit in. Made it was her partner maybe it was the job, she wasn't sure. But some how she hadn't requested a transfer yet. However the drag of being in the same unit as long she had the OC unit was starting to get to her. In the year she had moved houses ten times. That in itself was a record. She needed a change, though, and that was why when the option was offered to her she joined the task force searching for Catraoine Molinelli. It meant that she could stay in DC and still have a change.
And so far it was working. The car slowed down as the small FBI group started to approach the address they had stumbled upon. Jane felt her heart began to pound and she tried to fight off her nerves. She didn't like the unknown. They had no idea what they were going to come across when they got to the house. It could be Catraoine or it could be nothing. But if it was the Ex-FBI agent was there Jane had no doubt that there would be a fight. She wasn't about to come in easily. Jane counted off the house address as they passed them, they were close. “A car is approaching.” Agent Henson spoke from the front of the car. “Cut her off.” Agent Coleman almost shouted, and Henson pulled into the driveway before the other car could. Jane held back a gasp as she grabbed for something to hold onto. The car came to a holt and the two male agents jumped out of the car. It took Jane a second longer. Instead she glanced over at the car they had cut off. A woman angry jumped out of it and moved toward the car. She was shouted for them to get off her property. Jane couldn't tell if it was the woman they were chasing. Her hair color was different and she looked a tad older. Jane was sure that a normal person wouldn't have react the way she did, though. If anything this woman had something to hide. Jane's eyes then moved to the car the woman had been driving. In the back seat she say something move. Her heart felt heavy when she realized it was a child. The reports did say that she had taken custody of her younger sibling. This forced Jane to jump out of the car, she wasn't sure anyone else had noticed the child but she couldn't risk an innocent child getting hurt. Even if they meant letting this traitor go.
Rounding the edge of the car Jane caught Coleman just before he spoke to the woman. “Ms. Molinelli?” Jane spoke passing the two men. Hopefully she would respond better to a woman. “I'm Agent Doe, and these are Agents Coleman, and Henson.” She watched the woman carefully trying to gauge her reaction to her calling her Molinelli. They still weren't sure if they had the right person. “We would like to ask you some questions.” Jane knew that she wasn't going to be interested in answering questions. She would want to get out of here as fast as possible. She knew she was going to prison for a long, long time. Hopefully, however, making sure her daughter was safe would over run that urge and need. And she would go in peacefully.
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But time was lost, the curtain fell
I take my bows and wish you well
But time was lost, the curtain fell
I take my bows and wish you well
KICKING IT WITH !?
POST STATUS !?[/b] Finished
WORDS !?[/b] 870
CREDIT !?[/b] HOTCH!
MUSIC !?[/b] Song to represent the thread
NOTES !?[/b] Sorry this really sucks...[/font][/size][/quote][/center]