They call her JENNA. [finished.]

[jenna weathers]

››Jenna Jane Weathers

Under The Mask ,

Jenna Jane Weathers.
Jenn, Jenna Jane.
Twenty-one years young.
Female.
Photographer for the label that created Euphroia.
Forks, Washington.
Straight as a pin, honey.

Persona ,

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES,

strengths

• Photography
  
• Fine Arts
  
• Sketching
  
• Social Skills in the Work place
  
• Advice
  
• Maturity
  
• Business Ethics
  
• Dancing
  
• Mild Modeling; posing for other photogs.

weaknesses

• Math
  
• Maturity
  
• PB&Choco Ice Cream
  
• Having fun
  
• Workaholic
  
• Violins
  
• Black and White photos
  
• Music
  
• Minor case of being headstong

SECRETS

• Reoccuringly dreams that she partake the role of the beauty in the 'Phantom of the Opera'.
  
• She's a bit of a loner - in denial.
  
• She wishes she could capture her life in one single portrait.
  
• She has thought about abandoning her future; her life as it is now.
  
• She kisses the rain and talks to the stars.
  
• She doesn't believe in love.
  
• The only love she believes in is the one captured within photos.
  
• She tried to overdose once, but failed.
  

DESIRES

• To succeed.
  
• To get her photos internationally known.
  
• To become a famous photog.
  
• To prove herself wrong.
  
• To make her family proud.
  
• To keep improving her art skills.
  
• To make it to the top without falling.
  
• Possibly pursue modeling for fellow photogs.
  
• To reach others through photography.
  

FLAWS

• Quiet, unless spoken to.
  
• Has a problem with entrusting things to people.
  
• Used to, and sometimes still, contemplates leaving her job and - her life.
  
• Her maturity causes her to become a bit too serious.
  
• She never has really given herself a 'break'.
  
• She overworks herself.
  
• She never has really let loose, or had fun.
  
• She couldn't sing or play an instrument on her life.
  
• When challenged in her work, she can become a bit headstrong.
  
  CRIMINAL RECORD
  
• Almost OD'ed - not really a criminal offense, but what the hey.
  
  PERSONALITY TRAITS
  
  • Secretive.
    
  • Matured.
    
  • Serious.
    
  • Creative.
    
  • Protective.
    
  • Quiet.
    
  • Smart.
    
  • Artistic.
    
  • Indifferent.
    
  • A toned down Trendsetter.
    
  
  
  
  DETAILED
  
  Take a P h o t o.
  Let's face it - within the chest of this girl beats the heart of a new age, camera-glued Andy Warhol gone female. She's got the drive, the talent, and the eye to be a most awesome photog. Of course, she already is a photographer for a big company/record label, but she strives for more. Sure, bands are great to capture on film, but they are not the only thing out there. She could capture a piece of lint on camera and make it seem to have some significance; some purpose no other eye but hers could see. Many who see her photos come to appreciate the little things around them; others just wonder how someone could look at a photo of something else but a person's face. All in all, photography is one thing that her heart truly beats for - and, she is a true photographer's dream protege.
  
  Piece of A r t.
  Fine Arts are a definite compainion of Jenna Jane. She loves to not only take pictures with her trusted cameras, but she loves to sketch and sometimes paint. Whenever she paints, she usually is a cross hybrid between Pollock and Van Gogh - unclear, yet crystal; splattered, yet cleansed - they make sense in a way nothing else can. She enjoys looking at other people's work and has cradled the Arts ever since she coould pick up a Scholastic Art magazine. If she could, she would gladly buy and own her own galleria of art.
  
  Girl of W o r k.
  Jenna Jane believes in her work, and the simple tasks of working. She always puts work before play - although, she never really plays, anyway. She was a born workaholic, and always tends to overwork herself to illness, or something close to it. Some believe her workaholic ways will be death of her, but she blocks them out. She believes that work leads to rewards and rewards lead to change - a good change. And, she strives to rise on the totem pole of life by using her work motivation and her skill she possesses to rack in the dollars and the praise required to succeed. She also takes her work seriously, no matter what the task.
  
  S e r i o u s as Stone.
  Jenna Jane is always serious - she rarely ever cracks even the slightest giggle or humorous smile. She takes things that happen around her and to her in a most mature manner and was brought up with the thought in mind that seriousness was an aid used to help one make it - to help one succeed. If one were not to take their lives seriously, they would fail - and Jenna feared failing. Failing was -and is- not an option.
  
  M a t u r i t y be damned.
  For 21, Jenna Jane acts as if she is 25. Her maturity is a rare thing for her age grouping. But, her maturity is quite welcomed within the business she's in, and appreciated at that. Her maturity has aided her quite well throughout her life with many doors opening to her and such; except one. The door of 'Fun' - the door that most people her age have been in and out of like it's going out of style. Well, her maturity holds her back from taking a break from being the business woman she is now, and it holds her back from being able to unwind for the first time in her life. Some people say that her maturity will aid in her death; that she needs to shed the extra weight of the world and laugh a little. Although, with this - she can hold her own in life and work. If someone dares to challenge her, she will hold a intellegent argument, and most likely win.
  
  D a n c e r in the Dark.
  Jenna Jane likes to dance. It is one of her hidden hobbies. Wether it be free-form, club, or summer dancing, it is one of her passions. This is one way that she even comes close to unwinding; but as guessed, she doesn't get the chance to dance often. A guilty pleasure she holds dear is that of dancing in the rain, or dancing in a thunderstorm. Nature can provide her with the most seductive of music.
  
  C a p t u r e Me.
  Jenna Jane has been in other photog's pictures - although she's been in quite a few colored, she's a well-known for black and white photos. Loving everything about photography, she always wondered what she looked like through the lens. Sure, she had tried taking pictures of herself, but it did her heart no justice. So, she had others take pictures of her. That's when she discovered her new addiction of having other photog's take her picture - she loved the way she was captured through their lenses - she was there, yet still. She was clear, yet blurred by reality - it was surreal, and she liked it. She still poses for some of the golden oldies and newbie today, if they call upon her.
  
  Reach for the l o n e r.
  Jenna Jane's a bit of a loner in denial. She really only talks to her family, fellow workers, and few people she meets. Otherwise, she's pretty soft-spoken, and only replies when spoken to. Now, unlike most loners who hate people, Jenna doesn't. She has no problem with other people - if she did, how could she be in the business she was in? She just sees no need to get in the way of others or prod what need not be prodded. She really doesn't mind, though - she is in perfect bliss with her own company. It helps her be able to concentrate on more work.
  
  L o v e is a lie.
  Jenna Jane sees love as a non-existant fable, or at best, a toxic disease. She has no faith in it and no stocks invested in it - it is always destined to crash. She's watched the many love affairs around her and the love that her siblings had went through, and she saw no desire to join in the charade. She thinks of love as a brigade to getting to the top, and needs nothing in her path - so, she simply spits in its face and keeps climbing.
  
  At W a r with H e r s e l f.
  Jenna Jane has self-issues, meaning she isn't satisfied with herself. With her life. She really couldn't tell you exactly why, but she just does. The only way she likes to see herself is through the camera lens of another - any other way, she sees imperfection, impurity, and worthlessness. No one knows she feels this way - not even her brother, or the rest of her family. Sometimes, when under immense stress, her dislike turns to her skills, and she judges her work as disgusting, or worthless, when in fact, it may be flawless. But - Jenna always finds that flaw that no other person can see.
  
  R u n a w a y & O v e r d o s e on the Times.
  Jenna Jane has thought of running away from her life, her job, her family - leaving them all behind and starting anew. She also has thought of ending her life completely - she's tried overdosing numerous times. Out of all those times, only one was most fatal, but she was still saved. Regardless, she still has thoughts about each today, due to her self-issues, and stress from work. Like others have said about her, she is her own poison - she's killing herself with all of the labor she forces upon herself, and such.
  
  P r o t e c t what you have.
  Jenna Jane protects what she has left - her family, her beloved pets... and what ties she still has left within her job, and her life. She really protects her family, though. If anyone were to mess with her family, Jenna might just explode. She has never done so before, and couldn't tell you what it would be like, but she know the feeling she gets in her chest and stomach when she hears of someone messing with what's hers - her chest tightens, heart thumping hard; her stomach sends a slight queasy feeling up into her throat, causing her to shiver and then in all somehow heats her blood- it's truly an odd process, and she would hate to have it continue from there, so she hopes that she will never have to explode in that manner.

Looks ,

Chocolate brown hair
Chocolate brown eyes
119 lbs.
5'5
Anne Hathaway
Jenna really doesn't have a distinct fashion that she sticks to, or follows- she goes with the ebbing flow of her own likes, going with what her mood and body favors as she dresses. Many usually admire her attire as she mixes and matches fashions - plain jane, or rebellious vixen. She's the milder version of ViVi Westwood, you could say - she's out of this world, and they like her that way.

Miscellaneous ,

parents:
Birth Mother= Jamie Weathers Anderson
Real Father= Adam Weathers
Step-Father= Damien Anderson
siblings:
Twin Sister= Jenna Weathers {21}
Step-Brother= Derek Anderson {19}
Step-Sister= Serena Anderson {20}

PETS

• Starlet - Doberman, female, three.
  
• Zander - Doberman, male, three, Starlet's man.
  
• Frostbite aka Frost - Wolf Hybrid, male, one.
  

LIKES

• Photography
  
• Black and White Photos
  
• The Arts
  
• Sketching
  
• Dancing
  
• Working
  
• Peanut Butter
  
• Chocolate
  
• Grape flavored anything
  
• Raven's Glenn Wine
  
• Rain
  
• Thunderstorms
  
• Wind
  
• Summer dresses
  
• Snow
  
• Ice
  
• "Missing You" by Blink 182
  
• Her family
  
• White doves
  
• Ravens
  
• Roses AND Irises
  
• Still-life photos
  
• Watching the bands preform behind the scenes
  
• The Phantom of the Opera
  
• The sound of violins
  
• Photographing bands
  
• The smell of Amber Myrth
  
• Grilled Chicken - only meat she will eat.
  
• Frost
  
• The legend of Jack Frost
  
• Audioslave
  
• Blink 182
  

DISLIKES

• Mathematics
  
• Being lethargic
  
• Getting sick
  
• Lethargic people
  
• Meat - she will only eat chicken.
  
• Beer
  
• You Tube
  
• My Space
  
• Cherry flavored anything
  
• Hot weather
  
• Rap/Hip Hop music
  
• The smell of some of the caravans
  
• The smell of grease
  
• Crazy fans
  
• Fan girls and boys
  
• Fake people
  
• Loud people
  
• Drunkards
  
• Limp Bizkit
  
• Eminem
  

OTHER
Jenna and her twin brother, Alex, will be interlacing paths at Euphoria - for the first time in years.

Background ,

BULLETED

• Born on October 16th , 1989, with twin brother Alex.
  
• At five years of age, Adam died.
  
• Much later, Damien married Jamie, bringing along Derek and Serena.
  
• Moved to NY, switched schools, Alex revealed he was Bi to her.
  
• Discovered dancing and photography
  
• At sixteen years of age, she first tried to overdose. She failed.
  
• Began to hide overdosing and such from family.
  
• Got major job opprotunity to become record label photog. Accepted gladly.
  
• At nineteen, she overdosed on unknown meds she got from a bandmember she photographed. She succeeded.
  
• Approx. two hours later, she was revived. Stomach pumped and body restrained, she had learned her lesson - for awhile.
  
• At Euphoria, snapping band pics and monitoring their progress - old thoughts of overdose returning, and her brother beginning to notice her odd behavior, she struggles to maintain face.

DETAILED
On October 16th, the year of 1989, Jamie Weathers and Adam Weathers had concieved a baby boy, Alex Matthew Weathers. They also concieved a twin girl to accompany Alex Matthew; Jenna Jane Weathers, birthed from the womb only seven minutes after Alex had been. As the beautiful twins were held and taken in by their newfound family, the brown-haired, brown-eyed baby girl opened her eyes, and looked into the harsh lights from the hospital. She began to wail; a haunting wail - not like that an infant could accomplish from its frail lungs.

As all babies usually scream after they have a bit of shock, the doctors shook it off and routinely patted the babe and checked her stats. Little did they know she wasn't just reacting normally - she saw her life flash before her eyes. She saw herself in the future. She saw the earth around her crumbling down - she saw failure. But, this memory would come to pass within the infant's growing brain as her brain grew with age, soaking all knowledge it could, greedily.

Five years passed, and life with the Weather's was breathtakingly beautiful. Perfect. Alex and Jenna prospered; Jamie and Adam flourished in watching the twins grow. Adam and Jamie had even bought a big-and-brand new country home for the family to grow into, and that was like icing on the already indulgent cake.

But, some sweets can make you sick.

On a night like any other, in the middle of dinner, or rather - throughout dinner, the twins nagged at their mother as to where Adam was and why he was not eating dinner with them. Jamie just smiled and explained that he was most likely working over, and he would still be eating the dinner that they all worked hard to make, but just later on in the night. After hours passed, and the twins wavered as they waited up for their father, Jamie sent them to bed.

Climbing the stairs, clad in pajamas, yawning, the ringing of the telephone erupted within the silence of the Weather's home. It was chilling for some reason - it was foreboding. As the children knelt on the stairs, watching their mother from above as she answered the phone, their curiosity sparked. They smiled and laughed a bit, knowing that it had to be daddy - it had to be daddy letting them know that everything was alright and he was on the road now. It was far from that. Jamie erupted into convulsions of sobs, tears drowning her. The twins were taken aback; they looked to their mother with confusion. Jamie ushered them into their room and, as she tucked them in, went on to tell them that Adam was not coming home- ever. He was in a better place, where he would wait for them.

Yes, their beloved father had died. The perfect life they had was broken, now - only to be farther pushed into the ground. Debt, foreclosure, and bankruptcy had then accompanied the Weather's family into a downward spiral. The years were like hell that passed with a slowed tendency. Alex was troubled, as was Jenna - but, Jenna learned to hide her emotions. She learned not to show the trouble like Alex did. She wanted to show him how, but she feared he wouldn't understand.

Meet your new worst enemy.

Then, came the night when Alex and Jenna were forcefully introduced to Damien, Jamie's new...interest. As Alex, Jenna didn't like the man. She didn't like the way he eyed her mother - she didn't like the way he eyed her. But, she knew that, for some odd reason, this man made her mother happy, so, as always, she hid her emotions - and hoped that Alex would try to maintain a calm front. As they went on to have dinner with Damien, they found that Damien had kids - or, demons, was more like it. A boy, Derek, and a girl, Serena. The minute his kids and the twins exchanged fake nods of greeting, Jenna could tell that this was not going to be the best of dinners. And, these people weren't going to be the best of people.

Jenna could tell Alex really didn't like Derek, as he was bigger than him and a bit of a jock fuck-up, and was still two years younger than him. Jenna didn't blame him - Derek, like his dad, had the same problem of eyeing her. She accidentally let a few snarls escape onto her lips, and she figured that she'd be called out for it, but it only seemed to please Derek more. Also, Alex really didn't like Serena. He holding back from gagging throughout the dinner everytime she spoke or looked at him. If anything, this was one moment where Jenna felt like laughing - but, she didn't.

Finally, the dinner ended, and the gruesome threesome left, smiling in a sickening manner. Alex and Jenna hoped that this would be the last they saw of them, but they were in for a shock.

They saw them more - and more and more. Dinners, outings, hikes, picinics, movie nights, - you name it. They did it all, unfortunately. Alex had told Jenna that, with all of the events they had went to with the people, that there was something inevitable ahead of him. This made Jenna complexed - she didn't want to admit she thought the same, but she did. And it happened - Jamie and Damien became engaged, and the families planned to become one. Jenna and Alex were furious; especially Alex.

Wedding day came and passed - Jenna and Alex were the two most depressed people there. Also, what didn't help was that Derek had confronted Jenna at the wedding while she happened to be away from Alex. He cornered her outside of the reception buliding, and tried to sweet talk her. She wanted to puke - everything about him was nausiating. She maintained face and turned down his advances, trying to leave. He held her back and slammed her against the wall. He threatened her with the punishment of turning her mother against her if she didn't comply. Luckily, Alex came to her rescue, not knowing what was going on, just happening to be leaving. Jenna yelled his name and pushed Derek away from her, running to her brother and leaving with him ASAP. She explained to him what happened and he was furious. Life with the Anderson's was going to be hell - and Alex and Jenna refused to take their last name. They were Weathers - not a damn ounce of impure, Anderson blood was in their veins.

Families intertwined in bittersweet fashion, and Alex and Jenna formed their own unity. One day, randomly, Alex came out to Jenna with his sexuality reference of being bisexual. Jenna took it with ease, and talked to him about it - no biggie. But, it became a biggie, thanks to the blond-headed ditz that eavesdropped upon the twins. She spread word to Derek, and Derek spread it to Jamie and Damien. Derek blew it all out of proportion, and made things ten times worse. But, when Jenna found the lucky time of getting her mother alone with her true kin, Alex and herself, not Damien or his brood, things settled.

The settlement angered Derek, and he began to pick at Jenna behind Jamie and Alex's back. He would shove her against random things, throw things at her, and scare her sometimes. Once, he even locked her in a room with him and forced himself on her. No, he didn't rape her- he just covered her body with his filthy hands and consumed her face with his lips. She didn't cry; she didn't scream - she just took it. It was for her mom- It was for Alex - It was for her father, Adam. It was to keep the peace.

As Derek kept picking at her, her mentality began to waver. She began to see herself as a disgrace; something dirty and not worth the time of day. She was dirtied thanks to Derek; and, he told her that she was good for nothing but looking at. This got to her core like nothing else ever had. Out of mind, she went to the bathroom and pulled out random medications, and downed colorful pills by the handful. She wanted to overdose. She tried, but failed. All she had accomplished was making herself throw up the rainbow colors of the capsules for three days straight, and it made her body weak. She kept her attempts of overdosing secret, not letting a soul know - covering the evidence, so to speak. She could have told Alex, but she knew he wouldn't understand.

Big City lights make you itch.

Enter New York City - the Big, Goddamn Apple. This was the family's new home - Alex and Jenna's new prison. New York schools were absolutely frightening, and if not that, they were about as sickening as the Anderson's were. Alex had made quite a group of friends, but Serena had ruined that for him as she spread the word of his sexual preference around the whole school. Jenna consoled Alex, and tried to calm him down. Herself, she really made no friends. A lot of kids called her a loner, but she just ignored them. All she needed was to graduate - she didn't need compainions.

Alex then moved to a different school, leaving Jenna and Serena alone at the previous. Serena never interacted with Jenna much, as Jenna never did with Serena. Really, Serena seemed to pick on Alex rather than her - Derek was Jenna's problem.

Years went painstakingly slow, but Jenna rode it out with attempts of overdose and her newfound love of photography. She still hadn't successfully overdosed, but she now noticed that when she had gotten close, her life, or something - flashed before her eyes... she could even hear a baby, wailing... wailing in a haunting manner.

She entered her photos into a contest through the internet, and won a grand prize of 50 grand, and a contract to be a new, hip record label's personal photographer. She accepted gladly, seeing this as an opprotunity to move ahead; to prove to herself that she was worthy. She told her mother in secret about her new found niche within life, and told her that she would be in and out from home until she made living arrangements. Jamie was a bit mad, but still agreed to allowing it to be done. In no time at all, the label had given her some of her pay in advance - a wealthy sum - and she began to rent a condo. She could have bought it, but she didn't want to settle in it for good.

She let Alex know the news, and told him she planned to distance herself from the family. She never meant anything against Jamie, but the Anderson's were too much to take. She told Alex to make it through the rest of school and to get out of that house as soon as she could - if he needed, he could come live with her in the condo. Hell, she had enough room.

After a major shoot with a member from a hit band that has just streaked the scenes, Jenna had hit another low. She hadn't heard from Alex in ages. God only knew what he was up to or where he was. Jamie was mad at her for never returning home, and had sent for her to come home for three days. She complied, and had anything but a good time. Jamie was bitter... Damien was bitter...Serena remained a neutral party... and, then there was Derek. He acted as usual around her. He eyed her, winked at her, and cornered her every chance he got. But, this time, he went farther - when the rest of the family had left to go shopping, leaving the two alone, Derek went after Jenna. He tried to rape her, but didn't succeed and, aggravated with her fighting and refusal, he hit her. Hard.

Jenna immediately left the house, forgetting the Anderson's and Jamie. For the first time in a while, since she found out about her father's death, she cried. Upon returning to her condo in California, she had the shoot with the mentioned band member. He had given Jenna heroin as they dealt behind the scenes at his shoot.

This was it - she planned it end it all, right there and then. Life was nothing but a downward spiral - her family was non-existant, and her father was in heaven. To get to him... she had to let go. She hoped Alex left the house. She hoped he prospered.

Upon returning to her condo, she followed the bandmember's instructions and shot the heroin into her arm. It felt heated as the liquid shot into her bloodstream; her muscles tensed. After the sixth or seventh shot, she lost all feeling, and all memory.

That's what you get, honey.

Next thing, she awoke to the feeling that someone was ripping her stomach out through her throat. Her eyes shot open to an a familar blinding light. She realized she was screaming. Five nurses huddled around her, mumbling things she couldn't make out as they restrained her body from coming all of the way up from the hospital bed. She screamed louder as reality hit her -

She had overdosed on Heroin. And, someone must have found her, because her stomach was being pumped. Beside all the other things running through her boggled mind, she wondered why they were pumping her stomach when she shot heroin?

When she came to from the pumping, having fainted out again, not realizing it, the doctor explained she had shot over twelve doses - and downed Xanax and some other type of anti-depressant. Jenna hadn't realized she took pills, too.

Two years passed - convincing people to keep the overdose from her family and her brother, going through a forced therapy, and continuing to shoot stunning photos.

Now, Jenna's arrived on spot at her label's newest sponsored tour, Euphoria Music Festival. She's to monitor the bands, and shoot photos like mad. And, she's to await the arrival of the head of the label, her bosses, to help assist in making the decision via photos, recordings, and whatever else she can supply.

Amazingly enough, her own beloved brother, Alex Matthew, is to be heading one of the lining bands, Scheduled Nurse. Jenna is happy, yet nervous to be reunited with her brother at Euphoria. He knows how to read her; and after the overdose from three years ago - she wasn't ready to spill the beans yet... to remember that happening. The sad thing was... her thoughts of overdose were returning... and she had no clue why.

She goes to Euphoria with a mixed outlook, and a wall around her, hiding from her overdose, her past ,and - her twin.

Puppet Master,

fruckaluckaKITTEN.
seventeen, yo.
femme fatale.
fatefully met ya'll at Holtcombe Academy.
kitten lurves her some apple cider.

[`alex weathers]

accepted

ssdsfjnbskfdjnsdfjknsdf. sdnf.dfnfjklsf. kitten, that history was like BAM. Amazing. Gaaah
-hugs-
and fruckaluckaKITTEN lmao. that made me laugh for some reason. sounds cool xD
and I love how she's all mellow and stuff, cause Alex is like a five year old with sugar. bahaha.