*JeanetteLynnLinwellin-Warner!



}QUOTE OR LYRIC ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER~

full name: Jeanette Lynn Linwellin-Warner
nicknames: Jen or Jean
age: 24
birthdate: November 1st
career: Artifact Appraiser
education: Seattle University
diagnosis: Pregnancy
canon or original: Original Canon

eye colour: Hazel
hair colour: Brown
height: 5'6"
weight: 110
distinguishing features: a birthmark that looks like a mole on her left ring finger.
style: classy casual
face claim: Rachel Mcadams

sexual orientation: heterosexual
likes:
# Werther's Original Caramel Hard Candies
# Playing in the Rain
# Ancient History
# Artifacts
# Carnations
# Cats
# Children (She wants a lot, Justin.*wink, wink* haha)
# Strawberries
# nature
# Ladybugs
dislikes:
# Needles
# Cock Roaches
# Rats
# Spiders
# Thunderstorms
# Disrespect
# Dark Chocolate
# Vitamins and medication (she takes them anyways)
# The Taste of Milk
# Getting sick
personality traits
# Optimistic
# Kind
# Caring
# Somewhat Shy
# Spontaneous
# Tempermental
# Passionate about Life
# Exciting
# Determined
# Playful :

mother: name•age•job
father: name•age•job
siblings: name•age•job
spouse: Justin Warner•30•History Professor
other relatives: Cristine Warner•30•Surgical Resident
pets: name•age•species
hometown: Seattle

history: Jeanette Lynn Linwellin was born in the early hours of November 1st to Angelique and Jacob Hendricks. Two thought they were in love those first nine months during the pregnancy, but after the next couple of months Jacob decided family wasn't for him. He walked out on Angelique and Jeanette when Jen was only six months old. Angelique, unable to care for her daughter alone, moved back in with her mother, who had pretty much suffered the same fate with her husband. So Jen grew up with her mother and Grandmother, or at least she spent the first six years of her life with just her mother and grandmother. Malcolm Crossby came into her mother's life. At first, Jen didn't expect anything from Malcolm, except for him to treat her right and not run out on them when they needed him. He didn't leave though. He stuck, and they got married. Malcolm was the real father. Not the man that had conceived her with her mother.

They were the biggest influences in her life, and though she wished she knew her biological father, she didn't go looking for him, afraid that doing so would ruin everything in her life. So instead of looking for her father, she let the subject be. And on went her life. She was a good student in school, and she especially found a love for history. Old things just fascinated her, and though she could never figure it out why, but that passion for old things helped her decide what she wanted to do with her life.

She would major history. And that decision led to something else very important. Seattle University was the college she attended, and that's where she met Justin Warner. He was young, he was handsome, and he was drop dead gorgeous in Jen's eyes. She knew he would be a problem for her, and he proved so when he asked her out. She didn't want people thinking that she was screwing the professor to get a good grade, so she transferred out to another class and the two fo them dated.

They dated, happily, for two years before he popped the big question. In Jen's wildest dreams, she never would have thought she'd be married without getting knocked up. She had always been afraid that she would be the third in the Linwellin line to get married because she was pregnant. She was excited and happy. During her last semester, Justin had to leave though. Jen wasn't happy about that, but she understood it was a part of his job and they would need the money for the wedding.

So while he was away Jen worked on her school, trying to keep her thoughts away from how lonely she was. She was very lonely without him, but she stuck it out. She managed to survive with the nightly phone calls he made. Though she didn't get to celebrate her graduation with him, she did have her mother and grandmother there to celebrate with. Having them had helped her to keep her mind off not having Justin around. They helped her with wedding decisions. While he was gone she had the colors picked out and she'd already found the dress. So she awaited her fiance's arrival back to Seattle, happy to soon be welcoming him home.

roleplay sample:

Valentine sat next to his tent with a black wolf hide in his lap that he was cleaning off. He hadn't realized it was a until he found it dead at her den later and two little cubs trying to nurse from her. Though Valentine was known for being cold and unemotional around camp, he just didn't have the heart to destroy two innocent little cubs. So they rested at the moment in a patch of sun right next to Valentine's stool he sat on. They ate some of the deer meat he'd fed them earlier and so he figured they would survive well enough her in camp. Several of the children that lived in the rebel camp had played with them and cuddled them some when he'd first brought them into camp. He wasn't worried about the camp being attacked by the pack they came from. It was too large for the wolves to even try.

He looked down at the cubs then to the fur as he stretched it out on a rack to dry. Once it was dried off he would put it down in the tent for the wolf cubs to sleep on. They would be comforted by it since the black coat held the scent of their mother. He looked down at the sleeping cubs and smiled before he gently stroked a hand over the white fur of the female. She would most certainly be a beauty when she grew older, and her brother would be to with his smokey gray coat.

He smiled gently as the little gray cub let out a soft yip andlifted his head looking to Valentine before he turned to his sister and gently started to tug at her ear playfully. The she-cub gave a little huff and swatted at her brother gently before she stood and stretched. "Sleep well little ones?" He asked gently as he stroked a hand along the soft white fur of the she-cub.

He thought once they were a little older they would make excellent additions to the few dogs they had in the camp to help with hunting. He watched the two and sat back down watching the activity of the camp. Women were preparing food and drinks for the night's supper and several men were at work. The blacksmith was at his small make-shift booth, hammering away at swords and weaponry when he wasn't working on shoes for the horses. The tack maker was tanning leather for saddles and bridles at the moment.

Val's thoughts wandered about to his family and then to Tatianna and he took a deep breath, yearning to see her. To touch her and hold her in his arms. He would do anything to have her. He just wished with all his heart and soul she wasn't suffering as he imagined she was at the moment. He looked down when he felt a soft wet tongue lick against his hand. He looked down at the she-cub thoughtfully as the two nudged against him and gave soft whines as if they could feel his pain. It didn't surprise him if they could.

Animals were much more perceptive than humans sometimes. It was always a good reason to have them around in camps such as the rebel camp. "I suppose I'm going to have to pick out names for you two huh?" He asked as he scratched a hand behind the gray cub's ear affectionately. He pulled out some pieces of his deer jerky and offered several pieces to the cubs, who happily gobbled them up. They would need feeding again soon enough.

name: Angie
age: 18
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