Jordyn’s Bio
Jordyn Parker
19 years old
95lbs
Mucky blonde hair with faded blue dip dye
Green eyes
Multiple tattoos on arms, chest, legs and back
Diagnosis: Panic disorder, drug abuse (class B narcotics) alcohol abuse/dependency, insomnia, night terrors, depression.
Last occupation: Bar maid on minimum wage
Face Claim: Juliet Simms
Living Arrangements: Hollywood health, room 112
Character biography:
Jordyn Parker, the girl with the rich daddy and arrogance to match. No one knew Jordyn, save for that she was spoiled rotten. Maybe it was best no one ever got to know her. The money came along with daddy issues that went straight to the girl’s head and despite being close to her twenties, the girl never really grew out of the bratty princess phase that everyone had immediately grown to hate. She tried to hide it but her immaturity and ability to have people wrapped around her little finger was something she could never fully cover up.
Even if she somehow managed to win someone over, she pushed them away due to the fact that her mother abandoned her family when she was only seven years old. From that moment on, she never wanted to let herself be in a situation where she could get hurt again. Isolating herself became a defense mechanism; the only way she could cope with life. No one could hurt her if they never mean anything to her. This made the girl harsh and bitter, full of sharp-tongued insults for anyone she deemed unfit to speak to her (which was just about everyone).
It wasn’t until the 19 year year old was admitted to Hollywood Health, that she began bucking up her ideas, she hated her father, but she hated the institution more. Fake improvements and she’ll be free, she figured that would be the only way to get out of here. Not that she was admitted for her personality problems but it could start with treating people in a nicer way.
Personality:
Having pushed everyone away that ever meant something to her, Jordyn is very lonely and feels as if the world is against her. Everyone views money as happiness but that wasn’t the case when it came to her. She is desperate for friendship, for real connections with people–for affection. Having seemingly forgotten how to interact with people and developed trust issues, believing anyone that paid the slightest bit of attention to her was only using her for money or connections to drug dealers or.. the most usual scenario, sex.
With her personality issues aside, she’s an extremely charismatic and talented young woman. Her academic scores were the highest of her class, excelling particularly in music, athletics and English. She learned how to use her intelligence to her advantage from a young age and can often be quite manipulating.
Writing Sample:
Burned red stilettos clicked against the cobbled pavement, leading up to the door of what looked like an abandoned building. Freshly manicured nails pushed open the heavy door with a loud squeak, letting everyone inside know there was a new addition to the Tuesday night drinking crowd. It was late; dark, grey skies and the clouds over-head looked as if they were about to open and soak through the ground and anyone in it’s way. One of which would have been the disgruntled Jordyn Parker, if it wasn’t for the flickering light, letting the nineteen year old know that the bar was not only open, but also that a selection of drinks were half price. For once, she didn’t care about who would spot her in such a grubby looking place, she was desperate drink and a place to sleep. If that meant resorting to the nearest guy to throw herself at, then so be it.
Upon entering the threshold she was hit with the smell of old beer marinating in kegs and the smog of cigarette smoke clouding her vision. With green eyes scanning the room, she quickly came to the conclusion that she was quite possibly the only woman in the building, which was almost enough to make her run home, begging forgiveness from her father. Something inside her made her feet shuffle towards the bar. She wanted a new life and the experiences it would bring, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
“I’ll take a double rum, with lots of ice and... a job.” The words passed red stained lips as she leaned over the bar, holding her body in such a position that she knew would capture all the men in the room. A devious smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she was handed an application without a second thought from the man behind the bar as he nearly drooled at the sight of former millionaire.