Information
Janea
Legacy Name: Janea
The Glade Jollin
Owner: Eschebone
Age: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: April 2nd, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: April 2nd, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Janea: Conceited, judgemental, ditzy, popular
Full Name: Janea Elizabeth Andrews
Alias: Mostly referred to as Jane, aside from queen bee, barbie, slut, whore, etc.
Status: Single and heartbroken
Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 3rd, 1992
Star Sign: Scorpio
Ethnicity: Caucasian (but extremely tan)
Hair Color: Platinum
Eye Color: Brown
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: Florist at Opalia's Flowers
Likes: Flowers, shopping, low cut shirts, minidresses, jewelry, cosmetics, anything material
Dislikes: Losers, freaks, nerds, dweebs, most girls outside of her clique
Jane Andrews. Whore, skank, gossip girl, queen bee, beautiful, flawless. It was all in her name as she confidently walked the halls, one eyebrow cocked, defeating glances with her definite, straightforward sneer. She was the goddess of Clara Barton High, and you either loved her or hated her, or both. Maybe you were jealous of her long, shiny, always-perfect blond hair or her flawless, perfectly tan skin, or her stylish clothes. Or you hated her because you caught your boyfriend looking her way and wished she would die in a hole. Either way, you knew who she was. Everybody did, or thought they did. Did they?
No one knew her. She had a secret. Behind her drop dead gorgeous looks was a past of depression, anger, and regret. There was no confidence behind the sneer pasted on her face. She has trust she will never give away, and a shell no one will ever break into. Other students don't know why she is so bitter, and wouldn't dare to try to understand, even though Jane secretly wishes someone would. They'd know how Robert Mattews treated her. They'd know how she let him inside of her and how many times he disrespected her, cheated on her, and broke her heart. They'd know much she regrets "losing it" to that boy, and how afraid she is of everything.
But still, she holds her place and keeps her composure, with only her job of designing corsages to escape her broken world with.
Full Name: Janea Elizabeth Andrews
Alias: Mostly referred to as Jane, aside from queen bee, barbie, slut, whore, etc.
Status: Single and heartbroken
Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 3rd, 1992
Star Sign: Scorpio
Ethnicity: Caucasian (but extremely tan)
Hair Color: Platinum
Eye Color: Brown
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: Florist at Opalia's Flowers
Likes: Flowers, shopping, low cut shirts, minidresses, jewelry, cosmetics, anything material
Dislikes: Losers, freaks, nerds, dweebs, most girls outside of her clique
Jane Andrews. Whore, skank, gossip girl, queen bee, beautiful, flawless. It was all in her name as she confidently walked the halls, one eyebrow cocked, defeating glances with her definite, straightforward sneer. She was the goddess of Clara Barton High, and you either loved her or hated her, or both. Maybe you were jealous of her long, shiny, always-perfect blond hair or her flawless, perfectly tan skin, or her stylish clothes. Or you hated her because you caught your boyfriend looking her way and wished she would die in a hole. Either way, you knew who she was. Everybody did, or thought they did. Did they?
No one knew her. She had a secret. Behind her drop dead gorgeous looks was a past of depression, anger, and regret. There was no confidence behind the sneer pasted on her face. She has trust she will never give away, and a shell no one will ever break into. Other students don't know why she is so bitter, and wouldn't dare to try to understand, even though Jane secretly wishes someone would. They'd know how Robert Mattews treated her. They'd know how she let him inside of her and how many times he disrespected her, cheated on her, and broke her heart. They'd know much she regrets "losing it" to that boy, and how afraid she is of everything.
But still, she holds her place and keeps her composure, with only her job of designing corsages to escape her broken world with.
Pet Treasure
Pink Mirror
Green Bottled Butterfly