Jennifer Maydez

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power: Vines
Physical Description:
Her long, dark brown hair reaches her mid-back. She has cold, hazel eyes, trained to conceal her fear. Usually she will only wear a t-shirt and worn jeans. Standing at about 5' 6", Jenn is average height and has a relatively slim body.
Nuances:
Even though she's toughened up the last few months, Jenn is still relatively timid. She is usually very quiet and stays toward the back of places or even in the shadows. Before she even says anything, Jenn will usually psych herself out of speaking, by thinking about the reactions she'll recive if she does so. Living alone most of her life, Jenn doesn't have many friends, nor does she make them easily. She may not have a short fuse, but when she's set off, she practically goes berserk.
Personal Background:
Jenn's lived in Alanta all her life, and she hasn't had the hardest life, compared to some others. Her mother was extemely ill, and often forgot she even had a daughter. Jenn learned quickly how to take charge, and be the house keeper. Taking the role as the woman of the house by age twelve, Jenn learned when to be quiet and let things go their own path, and when to interfere to get what she needed. No matter the extra work, along with school, that Jenn had to do, she still had a roof over her head and some money to get by, from her mother's disability checks.
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Other: Jenn is usually very jumpy and on edge. She's easily intimidated by others and can be easily pushed around at times.
Situations:
It’s dark in Atlanta during the war, and a dog scares you by jumping in your way. How would you react? Would you let that dog live? Would you feed it or leave it be?
~My imediate reaction would be to pull my hands over my mouth to muffle a scream or shriek, even if none came. Since my eyes would be adjusted to the dark, I would notice the dog and stand rigid. Carefully, trying to hide my fear, I would creep around it, whether it was friendly or not. Once I am in the clear, I would sprint away.
Your friend is stuck underneath a large piece of metal, and you face a decision, either go out of your schedule to spend hours trying to help this person, or end their suffering. What would you do?
~What friend? I didn't think anyone knew of my existence. I guess a better word would be acquaintance, but if anything, I'd probably watch them for a few minutes. Over in my head, I'd debate whether or not I should intervene. In the end, I'd probably decide to leave their fate to another, and casually walk away, and I wouldn't mind, they probably didn't see me there anyway.
There’s a small child that has been injured by your power. Do you try to help this child recover and take care of them or do you end their life, saving them from permanent scarring, both physically and emotionally?
~I did that to them? I would feel awful. Carefully, I would take the child's hand and lead them over to an alleyway, if we weren't already there, and set them down. I'd do my best to comfort them, and insure that they're alright. I'd stay with them for a few days, and try to teach them best I could how to survive on their own. I wouldn't stay by them forever though. Eventually the guilt would fade and I'd leave them on their own. I never liked kids anyway.
And finally, the world has turned its back on you. It hates you. You’ll never belong anywhere. People call you a coward and a witch, and if they could, you would be dead or thrown in the deepest, darkest place they could find. But, there is hope in where there seems to be none. This could all be amended, yes it would be a long and grudging process, but it all starts with one decision: Are you willing to forgive humanity’s ignorance in a desperate time of your life, or will you turn your back to the fools who turned their backs to you when you needed it the most?
~I learned how to forgive my mother for getting sick and forgetting about me, and I learned to forgive my father when he left me to die with my mother. If I've learned to forgive them, surely I can forgive humanity. They're not all bad, there could be someone out there who could appreciate me for me.
Situations:
It’s dark in Atlanta during the war, and a dog scares you by jumping in your way. How would you react? Would you let that dog live? Would you feed it or leave it be?
~My imediate reaction would be to pull my hands over my mouth to muffle a scream or shriek, even if none came. Since my eyes would be adjusted to the dark, I would notice the dog and stand rigid. Carefully, trying to hide my fear, I would creep around it, whether it was friendly or not. Once I am in the clear, I would sprint away.
Your friend is stuck underneath a large piece of metal, and you face a decision, either go out of your schedule to spend hours trying to help this person, or end their suffering. What would you do?
~What friend? I didn't think anyone knew of my existence. I guess a better word would be acquaintance, but if anything, I'd probably watch them for a few minutes. Over in my head, I'd debate whether or not I should intervene. In the end, I'd probably decide to leave their fate to another, and casually walk away, and I wouldn't mind, they probably didn't see me there anyway.
There’s a small child that has been injured by your power. Do you try to help this child recover and take care of them or do you end their life, saving them from permanent scarring, both physically and emotionally?
~I did that to them? I would feel awful. Carefully, I would take the child's hand and lead them over to an alleyway, if we weren't already there, and set them down. I'd do my best to comfort them, and insure that they're alright. I'd stay with them for a few days, and try to teach them best I could how to survive on their own. I wouldn't stay by them forever though. Eventually the guilt would fade and I'd leave them on their own. I never liked kids anyway.
And finally, the world has turned its back on you. It hates you. You’ll never belong anywhere. People call you a coward and a witch, and if they could, you would be dead or thrown in the deepest, darkest place they could find. But, there is hope in where there seems to be none. This could all be amended, yes it would be a long and grudging process, but it all starts with one decision: Are you willing to forgive humanity’s ignorance in a desperate time of your life, or will you turn your back to the fools who turned their backs to you when you needed it the most?
~I learned how to forgive my mother for getting sick and forgetting about me, and I learned to forgive my father when he left me to die with my mother. If I've learned to forgive them, surely I can forgive humanity. They're not all bad, there could be someone out there who could appreciate me for me.



