Post by Meg on Jan 24, 2016 2:34:16 GMT
Full name: Roag Ivy Jenks
Nickname: Yes, Roag was my given name, momma was drunk and thought it would be funny naming her own daughter this before running off with a sailor a couple years later. I go by RoRo though, kinda just accepted the nickname, it's unique.
Birthday: July 9th
Age: 23
Occupation: Bartender currently, gets me free booze and men.
Orientation: Straight as a board, but I mean, I'm young...
Physique: Unfortunately, I was not blessed with long legs. I'm thin and small, nothin' much to me.
Hair: Dark brown waves that tend to get knotted all the d*mn time... sometimes just wanna chop it all off.
Eyes: I'm a plain Jane, just got brown ones.
Height: 5'3''
Weight: 117 lbs
Distinguishing Feature: I got some decorative piercings on my ears, some by choice and others... well, you get the point.
Hidden Talent: Dancing. Ever since I was a little girl I have always loved music and the freedom it allows you. I know all the dances, from the bar jigs to even all the different types of waltzes and tangos. You could say I got some spare time on my hands..
Likes: Dancing (of course), the beach, booze (really any type, I ain't picky), freedom, celebrations, parties, bar fights, men, funny people, the stars, adventures, and animals.
Dislikes: Anything boring for sure, being serious, I ain't too fond of most other women, the soldiers, rules, demanding and rude people.
Personality: Well I wouldn't say that I'm the "typical girl". I grew up with three older brothers, so I am a lot tougher than I may appear. I normally do not like to take no for an answer. I want what I want and I will get it one way or another. I've been told I have a feisty little attitude at points, but a girl's gotta survive somehow working as a bartender. It took me a long time to even get this job since the owner didn't want any ladies ruining business, but as far as I can tell, I've brought in twice the amount of customers than my coworkers do. I enjoy freedom, which is why dancing has always held a huge place in my heart. Whenever I've had a bad day or just need to relieve stress, that is my go-to activity. The best is when it's late at night and you can hear the crickets chirping and feel the grass between your toes as you just spin and spin and spin, the moon shining down and sucking up all the bad energy. I'm definitely a free-spirit and have trouble with commitment. Which leads me to the next topic... men. I am not the greatest when it comes to them. One night stands, sure, those are not hard to deal with. I just never really see the point in relationships when all men are the same. They say they love you, want to settle down with you, then six years down the road and two children with one on the way you find him screwing the local innkeeper. True story. Anyways, to sum me down to a point, I would consider myself a free-spirited, feisty, tough little cookie. I can be sweet and caring to those that I care for, but that is the innermost core to the cookie that most people do not get the chance to see.
Hometown: Grew up on a small farm just outside of the main town of Esme.
Parents: Grecia Jenks - mother, 49, not sure where she ran off to, disappeared when I was only three; Trent Jenks - father, passed away at 42
Siblings: Noah Jenks - 34, owns his own hardware shop; Mason Jenks - 31, fisherman; Alexander Jenks - 28, owns the farm we grew up on
History: My life, well, you could say it's been a disaster from the start. My mother was drunk when she had me, and I mean drunk to the point where she couldn't even remember her own name. She thought it would be funny to give her unplanned child an awful name, so I got the name Roag. I don't really remember my mother, she left with a soldier when I was only three, saying she needed to be free and live her own life. My father didn't take it too well and slowly let the farm we owned go to sh*t. Noah was only 14 when he had to start caring for all of us since our father started to be late coming home and was always piss drunk. When I got older, my father began to hate me more and more. He said I reminded too much of mother and so he started to take his anger and hurt out on me. Noah didn't know about it for a while, so this abuse and hatred from my own father lasted for around 3 to 4 years. There was one guy I opened up to about my life during this hard time in my life, his name was Jared Blake. He was two years older than me and lived on the farm close to us. I'd always had a huge crush on him and when he offered to listen to my life, I couldn't help but open up to him. He was so understanding and loving at the time and promised he wouldn't let my father hurt me anymore. Worst thing was is that I believed him, I was just a young dumb 16 year old who had a school girl crush on the boy next door. We dated for a while and I finally let him "get some" and then that was it. The week after I had been vulnerable with the boy I loved and thought would rescue from my horrible life had moved on and found another victim, a blonde bombshell named Jenna. I was absolutely crushed and tried to hide away in my room to just avoid contact with anyone since I couldn't keep my emotions hidden. Surely if my brothers or even my father found out that I had given away my v-card to a boy who I wasn't even betrothed to, they would have my head. The only thing my father talked about was that he would marry me off to some young shmuck to get a bunch of money and finally move into the town and away from the farm. Unfortunately, he still found out and when I came home from doing my chores around the farm he cornered me and slammed me against the wall, yelling at me in slurred words. He was already drunk and I struggled against his grip as I started to see stars. Noah and Mason rushed in shortly hearing some loud sounds and pulled my father off of me. Noah started to kick and punch him, yelling at him for even thinking of putting a hand on me. My father got away and was out the door and we never saw him again. We heard from a neighbor that he had went to the local pub and drank even more and then wandered off into the wilderness. His body was found eight months later at the bottom of a cliff and people wonder to this day if he killed himself or just accidentally stumbled his way over the cliff. Whatever it is, doesn't matter anymore. It's been 8 years since my brothers and I have been orphaned, but we've all managed. I never did get married off and instead ended up working at the local bar while Noah now owns his own hardware shop with two children, Mason is a fisherman and Alex took over the farm since someone had to do it, and it sure as hell wouldn't be me.
