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| User: | ivory_flame (485981) |
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| Name: | Jessy | ||||||||||
| Bio: | Writer Information Name:Gaynor Age:33 AIM/Messenger:sistercarrion Email:sister_carrion@yahoo.co.uk Character Information Name:Jessica (Jessy) Mae O'Reilly, she also goes by the showname of Ivory Flame Age:24 Sex:Female PB:Holly aka Ivory Flame Description: Height: 5ft3" Weight: 116lbs Hair: Natural Red Eyes: Green Skin: Pale (No enhancements, scars) Personality:Quiet but with a slow, fluid sensuousness and easy grace, Jessy is calm and friendly to approach. History/Family/Any Additional Information:Not much is known about Jessy's birth family. A troupe of travelling carny show folk found her at an abandoned camp, tracks too confused to follow, any relatives long gone. Reckoning on her being around the age of three at the time, they found her dressed in rags, curled asleep with two dogs, and surrounded by scraps of food left behind with her. The O'Reillys took her in as one of their own, seeing her survival as somewhat of a lucky charm, and she had a vibrant, loving upbringing from then on in. Her chances of survival were further increased when she learnt how to shoot and trap alongside the other O'Reilly children, vital skills for the troupe in lean times, or when towns they visited were less than friendly. Even amongst the many talented O'Reilly children (the immediate family was 8 siblings, 4 girls and 4 boys), it soon became clear that Jessy had a special gift. Dreams that came true, a foresight, an intuition. Whatever it was, she found herself confiding more and more in the troupe's fortune teller, Mama Rosa, until she too started to read fortunes for folks when Mama was too busy. When she came of age, she started to get itchy feet. Though she loved them dearly, her adoptive family all looked alike, acted similairly, were comfortable with their lot, their identity. Jessy was different. Felt different, looked different, and the urge to explore who she was further got eventually too much to ignore. Sure her adoptive family were travelling folk, but she longed to venture further afield, and didn't want them to feel obliged to go with her to do so. Tales told around the campfire, rumors heard in the towns they visited all spoke of the new frontier lands of opportunity, there and ripe for the picking for those brave enough to go. Jessy dreamed of finding fame on a vaudeville stage, of becoming a household name in this brave new world, there at the beginnings of something new and exciting, a brand new challenge. Hell, all these new towns were bound to need entertainment, right? Waved off by the tearful troupe with the gifts of a pony, a gun and a wagon (And a medicine bag and some herbal knowledge from Mama Rosa) she joined the train. She felt safe on the outskirts of the camps, until her dog was taken by the wolves as it tried to protect her pony on one dreadful, long night. The pony and her were lucky to escape with their lives. Her lesson learnt harshly, she paid her way in to the extended protection of the family camps by using whatever skills she could muster. Exchanging food she had shot or trapped for a space around the fire, helping with basic herbal cures when fevers raced, or the children got sick. And then the trail ran harsher, and the nights colder. Groups weren't as willing to share a space around their fire now that times were leaner, keeping what they still had tight to their chests. A stranger wasn't so welcome when they might bring with them disease or trouble. Jessy found that she was struggling, clinging on in there by the skin of her teeth. Until the night that someone suggested she paid her way in with her body. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Jessy was determined to make it, to survive as she always had. The line crossed once, she found it easier and easier to drop back into everytime. After all, it was mostly over quickly, furtive fumblings and caught moments. Excitable young men and calloused old hands, drawn to a pretty face, made brave by cheap whiskey and big ideas. It gained her security and food on her plate, and if it got her where she wanted to be, then so be it. She arrived in Corvallis, her journey's end, and quickly realised that the rumors about the town having a thriving vaudeville theatre were a whole heap of horseshit. With no one to travel with further, and with quickly dwindling resources, she realised she was going to have to be inventive with this new life, making the best of what she had left. To raise some money, she first sold up her wagon, using the money to put her pony into the livery stables. She was desperate to hold onto him, feeling like he was her dwindling link to her adoptive family. Then, needing to find a place *she* could stay, she turned to the one standby that'd seen her through and turned to the cathouse. It's not a bad life, not really, not when she can bite down the frustration and resentment. She's got a roof over her head, food in her belly, and people around her who care. In the two months since she's been there, she's been able to coax Madam Gemma into allowing her and a few of the other girls to sing and dance a little at the Saloon. It's dynamite for getting extra business, and on a good night she'll get a healthy amount in tips and drinks from the drinkers too. It's a far, far cry from the big stage burlesque shows she was dreaming for, but it helps satisfy her urge to perform just a little, and even better still it keeps her pony stabled and well. She's got a good reputation at the cathouse, and her looks and calm manner keep her popular. And if she sometimes tells the boys their fortunes for a little extra coin, well that's between her and them. She's still determined, and still surviving, and that's what counts. Right? | ||||||||||
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| Friend of: | 10: bethbythehour, boywhore, call_me_harry, escapedfromoz, ivory_flame, jackwest, jimmy_jones, noschoolmarm, oregonal_mod, ranchette | ||||||||||
| Member of: | 2: oregonal_ooc, oregonal_sin | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
