JETTA ZOE BENEDICT

[JETTA ZOE BENEDICT]

• JETTA ZOE BENEDICT •
well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
the way she acted, the color of her hair
her voice was soft and cool
her eyes were clear and bright
like shes not there

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Jetta Zoe Benedict
nicknames, Jet, JZ, JB,
age, eightteen
birthday, may 27th 1980
school,Hogwarts
house, Slytherin
occupation,Mistress/ Secretary
current location,London England
blood status, Pure
wand, 10.98 in. Mahogany, Dragon Heartstring
broom, N/A

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color,Dark Honey Blonde
eye color,Pale Ice Blue
height, 5'6
weight, 122 lbs.
distinguising features,Jetta has a super pink pout. Her lips are her best facial feature.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,.Dogs.Men.Fashion/Shopping.Old Movies.Classic Rock Music.Lavish Lifetyles.
dislikes,.Jealous Women.Arguing.Being Alone.Lazy Days.Paying Bills.Cats.
strengths,.Seduction.Manipulation.Being a sarcastic smart ass.Fashion/Shopping.
weaknesses,.Doing whatever it takes to keep a man.A Sale.Being Wanted.Seriousness.
quirks/habits,.Plays with her hair when pensieve.Always in heels when in public(She keeps a pair by her door so if someone comes over unexpected, she can change quickly).Keeps all her feelings inside.Cries herself to sleep when sleeping alone..
worst fear,Jetta fears dying alone, without falling in love with anyone, and effecting their life in any way.
best kept secret,Shes the daughter of a wealthy Ministry Official, Who is quite high up. If this news were to break she'd ruin his life.
patronus,Jetta's happiest memory, was when her father bought her her flat/Lynx
boggart,Hearing the news of her mothers death
amortenia, Musk, Vanilla, Lavander, Honey,
relationship status,Single
sexuality, Straight
overall personality,
Jetta Zoe Benedict is a creature of beauty. An artist at heart, Jetta strives to create, learn and grow through all mediums. She does not like to share her inner beauty though, she feels as though the outer is just enough to hook, line and sink the men whom she sleeps with to live her lavish lifestyle. Her looks are number one on her list of priorities. Coming in at a close second, is her French bulldog, Maxwell. Jetta has trouble connecting with others most of the time, and falls into the trap of coming off as a fake, shallow girl. Inside, she’s actually quite deep, emotional, and even sometimes suffers from depression and extremely low self esteem. Jetta doesn’t like to be alone for too long. She needs to be around others, even if just in a public place, for her to feel at ease, and sometimes even like she belongs. When around others, she comes off as pompous, self centered, and even grandiloquent. She’s a class pretender, a poor girl on the inside, a snob on the outside, and when people talk about her, no matter whats said, it makes her smile.

When she is alone, Jetta does find constructive things to do, including practicing her guitar, which she loves to play for Maxwell (who loves to dance). She’s also quite a good cook, and is just a touch ocd that she’s constantly redecorating, and cleaning the flat. She loves to organize, and finds peace when things are in perfect order. The blond can be called a neurotic about certain things, but chooses to just say she’s ‘clean’. Jetta on the inside, doesn’t keep much in. She’ll say whats on her mind, and how she feels to anyone. She’s not afraid to pull out all the stops, when it comes to fight for what she wants. This transformation happened quite quickly too. The little blond girl in Slytherin house who was moderately quiet unless she had the perfect comeback is no more. Jetta feels like she’s coming closer to who she’s supposed to be, and is making it known she’s here.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Diana Spencer Benedict-50-Deceased-Mistress
father, Charles Windzor-58-Ministry Official
siblings, Catherine Windzor-23 (Half sister)
Harry Windzor-25 (Half Brother)
extended family,None
others of importance,Elizabeth Windzor-57- Charles' wife
overall history,
The birth of Jetta Zoe Benedict is that of both blessing and curse. Jetta Zoe was born on May 27th, 1980, to a wealthy ministry Official, Charles Windzor, and his mistress, Diana Spencer Benedict. Faced with the threat of loosing his social standing, as well as political, Charles begged Diana to raise Jetta well, and under her last name. He promised he’d provide everything the two needed, just as long as it never was released that Jetta was his. Diana agreed, not wanting to complicate things, and risk loosing all the beautiful things her life now had. Diana brought Jetta home to a brand new Flat, fully equipped with a nurse, and everything Diana would need to raise Jetta on her own. Charles paid for any and everything Diana wanted, from Doctors Bills, to Food, to Designer Clothing for their Beautiful Daughter. Charles still met with Diana, but never at the flat. He didn’t want to see Jetta, whom he had felt a connection with only once as he saw her through the glass at the hospital. Charles knew he could not raise Jetta the same way he raised his two kids, Harry and Catherine, with Elizabeth (His wife). He knew he could not be her father, so tried to stay away.

As Jetta grew older, she was a happy child, never really questioning her family life and lifestyle to her mother. Blissfully unaware that her mother was deeply in love with a married man, and longed to be the woman at his side. Jetta would listen to the stories her mother told about the King and the pauper, how their love could never be, How they’d meet in private, and have amazing fun, but then would have to go back to their realities, of the Kingly duties, and the Pauper begging. Jetta decided from then on, she’d be the princess. Little did she know, thats what she really was.

At Hogwarts, Jetta was sorted into Slytherin, just like her father, and proceeded to do well in her studies. Jetta had a close circle of friends, but kept to herself mostly, only speaking out when she had the perfect comment that was the icing on the insult. Jetta did well for herself, catching the attention of lots of people during her time at Hogwarts. Never aligning herself to a team, and just enhancing the powers of self preservation.

During her last month, at Hogwarts, her mother became deathly ill, quickly passing away. Jetta, who on the same day she received notice of her mother’s death, received a letter from Charles, explaining her lineage, and the situation he was in, feeling protective of his daughter, though only seeing pictures, and hearing about her second hand, offered her an secretary job in his office, as well as offering to pay for her flat, if she never spoke a word of who she was. Jetta, feeling desperate, and unsure of what she would be going home to, agreed, getting off the Hogwarts train, finding a car waiting for her to bring her to a new Flat, where a French Bulldog sat at the door waiting. Since Then, Jetta has been unknowingly following in the footsteps of her mother, making her way through the ministry officials, being able to afford a lavish lifestyle that she had grown accustomed too.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias,Lex
gender, female
age, 18, nineteen on the 27th
contact, [e-mail]
other characters,n/a
passwords, Flobberworms
experiance, forever
how you found us, add on Proboards Support
roleplay sample.
Once upon a time in a majestic English castle, there lived a beautiful little princess. The little princess got everything she ever dreamed of starting the day she was born. When she was three, the princess lost her mother, the queen, and luckily, she still had her father, the king, and Rosie, her loyal house elf raising her. The little princess slowly grew into an older princess, learning more and more about the world, and herself, finding what she liked and what she didn’t finding herself quickly rising to the top, looking hot, and acting fierce, but then that princess fell in love. The still young, naive princess fell in love with a prince of a far off land of...anywhere He gifted her with her best friend, and then broke her heart, leaving her alone, for years, cursing her with a string of bad relationships and a case of a very bad attitude. But, her prince retuned, not only with an apology, but his trusty steed, and the guilt piled on. He pledged his love for her, and moved into her own private castle. But this isn’t the part where everyone lives happily ever after, now wasn’t it? Jetta rose from her day dream, fidgeting with the couch.

Jetta pushed her back against the side of the new, black plush couch that commanded the attention of the living room. She was attempting to move it exactly three point seven four and an eighth or an inch over to the left. Maybe it was just too big for her modest living room. She stood after pushing it a tad, and stood, wiping her brow as she analyzed the set up. “Why is this not working!?” she whined, pouting and crossing her arms. She looked across the room to the dog beds where Max normally lay in the custom designed matching beds. The blond then went to the arm chair, and pulled it about an inch forward. Her legs brought her around the room and back to the chair, where she plopped down a pillow and looked to the room again. She had a feeling the furniture she had bought was too big, and now didn’t fit the way she wanted it in the room. She had custom designed it, and it was now her fault, if it didn’t work. Biting her lip, she picked up the pillow again, and started to rearrange once again. She was going to make it utterly perfect.

She looked around again. She knew Maxwell was sleeping on her bed. He had spent the night here last night, and for the past couple of days, they’ve been inseparable. The blond loved having him around, he made her smile when she couldn’t and kept her company. It was a nice, welcomed change, and step in the right direction as to how she wanted things in her life. It was perfect for now, as everything in life is. Running a hand through her hair, she started to pull her hair up into a messy bun, and looked in the mirror she had hanging across from her. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and felt a little bare, but after last night and this morning, she was comfortable with him seeing her like this, where she’d otherwise be all made up like a painted doll. Looking around the living room, she pulled the love seat forward an inch, and tried to turn the area rug. She was just about there…. “Max, come here boy” she called, plopping down on the couch.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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