King, Jasmine

‘On this night the heart and ideals melt into the darkness’

Full Name: Jasmine King
Nationality: Australian
D.O.B.: 8/2
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Blood Type: B
Hometown: Brisbane, AU - Moved to Albequerque, NM at age 15.
Character Description:



Personality: She's fiery and independent, wielding her femininity like a weapon.  She tends to be incredibly self-centered and is prone to violent outbursts if she feels angry or threatened.  She is flirtatious but tends to to use it as a form of posturing to antagonize or intimidate others.  Her humor tends to be dark and she tends to mistrust others.
Role: Patient.
Other comments:
 -Goes by 'Jas', pronounced like 'Jazz'.  She hates being called by her full name.
 -Was admitted for burning down her ex's house.
 -Prone to public nudity.

RP Example:

Rising out of a sedative-induced fog shouldn't have seemed familiar to a normal, stable person, but it had started becoming an almost everyday occurrence. Most of her trial had been spent in a drug-addled haze to keep her calm and pliant, to keep her from making an ass of herself in front of the judge. Then again she supposed that maybe they should have let her. After all it would have sped up the bloody thing and gotten her on her way much faster. She wouldn't have had to endure weeks and weeks of seeing the world as if she was underwater.

Jas groaned, her eyelashes fluttering at as she struggled past the grogginess that left her entire body feeling heavy. She stared up at the ceiling, frowning up at the plain, white plaster before sluggishly rolling her head to the side. Her nose scrunched when the chemical smell she had come to associate with hospitals assaulted her nostrils; she figured if she was in hospital that it wasn't for an injury. Grimacing she slowly sat up, gazing down at the hospital gown she was wearing in distaste.

"The loony bin, eh?" she sighed, her words full of Australian exasperation. "Bugger that..."

Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, Jas slowly pushed herself to her feet, wobbling a little as the drugs slowly worked their way out of her system. She took a few halting steps forward, reaching out to grab the handle of the door to her room and twisting. To her surprise the knob turned and she opened the door, suspicion gnawing at the back of her mind. Jas slowly leaned out, peering up and down the cold, tile hallway with narrow, green eyes.

"Where are these fuckwits?" she muttered, wondering if it was better to venture out of her little cube of a room or to stay put. "Prolly waitin for me to do some crazy shit, eh?"

Accepted, welcome to the Hill of Acropolis. Enjoy your stay.