[ hannah dodd, 30, cis woman, she/her ] - was that JESSAMINE ‘JESSA’ CARRINGTON i saw around town today? i heard that the POGUE works as a BALLET DANCER/BALLET TEACHER and has been in town for TEN YEARS. they have a reputation of being COMPASSIONATE & STUBBORN and people in town usually associate them with BALLET SLIPPERS HANGING FROM THE REARVIEW MIRROR, PEARLS WORN WITH COWBOY BOOTS, CLASSIC MUSIC ECHOING THROUGH EMPTY REHEARSAL ROOMS, SOFT SOUTHERN ACCENTS HIDING SHARP WORDS . can’t wait to see them at the next game!
name: jessamine carrington nickname: jessa faceclaim: hannah dodd age: 30 pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual occupation: ballet dancer/ballet teacher vibe: strawberry blonde hair pinned up messily after long rehearsals, freckles scattered across sun flushed skin, ballet slippers tossed into the passenger seat beside gas station coffee cups, pearl earrings paired with cowboy boots and oversized sweaters, classical music humming softly through empty studios late at night, soft southern drawls hiding sharp observations, lipstick stains on paper coffee lids, elegance worn like armor, exhaustion hidden behind practiced posture, the kind of beauty that feels delicate until it cuts, someone who carries loneliness gracefully, a presence that feels like warmth, homesickness, and aching nostalgia all at once. alignment: neutral good theme song: house in nebraska by ethel cain love language: quiet reassurance, remembering small things, hands brushing together absentmindedly, tending to people gently without making them feel weak, lingering after everyone else has gone home mbti: enfj
strengths
deeply compassionate and instinctively nurturing toward people in pain
graceful under pressure with an ability to remain composed in emotionally difficult situations
emotionally perceptive and highly intuitive of other people’s feelings
disciplined and hardworking from years of intense ballet training
patient and encouraging, especially with children and younger dancers
quietly resilient in ways people often underestimate
able to make people feel safe, understood, and cared for very quickly
fiercely loyal once someone earns her trust
weaknesses
struggles deeply with self worth after years of emotional manipulation
conflict avoidant to the point of suppressing her own feelings
tends to romanticize people and overlook red flags for too long
emotionally guarded despite appearing warm and approachable
perfectionistic in ways that can become self destructive
prone to blaming herself for things outside of her control
has difficulty letting herself be fully vulnerable or dependent on others
still carries lingering fear from her past relationship that affects her confidence and trust
appearance
strawberry blonde hair usually pinned into loose, slightly messy buns after rehearsals
freckles dusted across fair skin that flushes easily with emotion
expressive brown eyes softened by long lashes and exhaustion she hides well
tall, elegant frame shaped by years of ballet and careful posture
wardrobe balanced somewhere between southern femininity and practical comfort,
pearl earrings, oversized sweaters, cowboy boots, soft dresses, worn dancewear
hands often marked by rosin, ink smudges, or chipped pale nail polish
movements naturally graceful even when she’s tired, every gesture precise without meaning to be
carries herself with quiet poise that sometimes borders on emotional distance
backstory:
abuse tw, domestic violence tw
jessamine carrington spent most of her life learning how to make pain look beautiful. raised in arlington texas beside a brother destined for stadium lights, jessa grew up in a house where praise was earned and emotions were something you learned to keep quiet. while football became brooks’ whole world, ballet became hers. she loved it with the kind of devotion that consumes a person completely. by eighteen, people in the dance world knew her name. she had the kind of presence you couldn’t really teach. emotional. effortless. the sort of dancer people stopped talking to watch. getting into juilliard was supposed to be everything she had worked for. then she met him. he was older, charming, and made her feel seen in a way she had been desperate for. when he convinced her to leave new york and transfer schools to move to dallas with him, she told herself it was love. at first, it even felt like it. but over time, the relationship became something darker. he had a way of making her doubt herself without ever needing to raise his voice. slowly, carefully, he chipped away at her confidence until dancing stopped feeling natural altogether. he made her second guess every instinct she had. every audition. every performance. eventually she stopped trusting herself the way she once had, and to this day she still hears his voice in the back of her mind whenever she dances for too long. she left eventually, but she never fully got back the version of herself that existed before him. by the time the relationship ended, dallas had already become her life. leaving would have felt too much like letting him take everything from her, so she stayed. these days she teaches far more than she performs, pouring all the encouragement and belief she lost into younger dancers with talent and promise that remind her painfully of herself at their age. over the years, she also began quietly offering free classes and mentorship to survivors of domestic violence, creating the kind of safe space she wishes she had when she needed it most. her students adore her for the way she makes them feel capable, even on their worst days. she still dances sometimes when nobody is around. late at night in empty studios with the music turned low. some nights she catches glimpses of the dancer she used to be. other nights she stops halfway through because she can still hear him telling her she was never as good as everyone said she was.
connection ideas:
the friend who helped her leave. someone who saw the relationship for what it was before jessa could admit it herself and helped her get out.
the one night stand she unexpectedly keeps running into around dallas.
the musician who sometimes stays late at the studio while she teaches and plays piano or guitar while she cleans up after classes.
the neighbor who hears classical music through the walls at strange hours of the night and slowly pieces together her insomnia habits.
the single parent whose child takes classes at her studio and who slowly becomes part of her little found family.
the flirtationship that consists mostly of teasing, tension, and lingering looks because jessa is too emotionally cautious to let it become anything more.
the person who finds out she still keeps old juilliard acceptance letters, programs, and reviews hidden away in storage because she can’t quite let go of who she almost became.
the unlikely friendship with someone loud, chaotic, and emotionally open who slowly pulls her out of her shell.
the person who once saw her perform years ago and still remembers it vividly, even if she refuses to believe she was ever that good.
the ex she loved after the toxic relationship ended. the relationship was healthy, patient, and real in all the ways she thought she wanted, but jessa kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. every time things became too serious, she pulled away, shut down, or convinced herself she was too damaged to be loved properly. eventually she ruined the relationship without ever fully meaning to, and it still quietly haunts both of them because the love itself was never the problem.
