Jane Morgan

The Basics
Name:Jane Morgan
Age:19
Sex:Female
Species:Human
Date Of Birth:November 11, 1992
Nationality:American
Occupation:Photographer
Alignment:Neutral

Outer Stuff
Face Claim:Scarlett Johansson
Height:1.64m
Weight57kg
Hair color:Blonde
Hair style:Of a moderate length and curled.
Eye color:Grey
Skin color:Caucasian
Posture:Straight, polite and altert.
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings:None.
Accessories:She wears a riding glove on her right hand at all (Well, most) times.
Clothes:Jane normally goes for a shirt-jacket-pants deal, with colours that normally go for red, blue and green. Nothing too dull but nothing that bright, either. That’s only for half the time, however, as she has a leather riding suit that she wears when she travels which can be worked out to be half the time.
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Inner Stuff
Likes:

• Taking photos.
  
• Flowers.
  
• Edge and accuracy based weapons (Bow and Arrows, Throwing Knives, Darts,)
  

Dislikes:

• Gambling
  
• Having to run.
  
• Being tied down to something (Metaphorically)
  

Strengths:

• Extremely fit.
  
• Has a keen insight.
  
• Skilled senses.
  

Weaknesses:

• Easily overwhelmed in situations she didn’t expect.
  
• Indecisive.
  
• Despite the others, easily distracted.
  

Goal(s):

• To see the world and record it.
  

Habits/ Quirks:

• She will often mess up her hair before fixing it again for no particular reason.
  

Overview:Jane is as cool and professional as an unemployed woman can get. Due to that she might come off as unsociable and it’s turned against her but the truth is anything but. She’s quite cheerful and friendly to anyone who bothers to stay with her and becomes quick friends with people. She has an unmatched sense of curiosity and will attempt anything at least twice before judging it. When it comes to people, though, she tends to test them for a while, especially with men. She doesn’t like being bogged down with some connections or burdens and hates it when she doesn’t get her own way, though rather than become angry she becomes pouty, if anything.

Other Equipment:

• Her camera.
  
• Her bike, a black Ducati Daviel.
  

Her history is something she doesn’t normally tell anyone. If you do pry, however, she would speak of her past, although it isn’t anything too special. She grew him with her mother and father with a younger brother, one older and an older sister who had long since left home. Her father was a photographer and her mother a florist. She had grown up surrounded with the smell of flowers and often with film developing under her feet. They rubbed off onto her as she was very fond of her parents. Her siblings and parents all had a particular hobby which they excelled at. Her sister had become a designer, her older brother a golfer and her younger brother played chess. Jane played tennis.

So with all that she grew up simply enough, soaring through school and graduating. Before going to college she had decided to go for a leap year, travelling the world. And now that’s turned into an extended trip, doing odd jobs for money and travelling every other week, which she’s perfectly happy with.

OOC Stuff
Anything Else:Expect plot twists.
OOC Name:Kaisu
Name Color #4F4F4F
Number Of Stars 4
Color Of Stars Red
Sample RP:The world bloomed around her, rich colours flooding in. She zoomed into the vivid purple and white colours, the soft texture appearing, a bead of dew hanging off of a tent soft as wool. It popped out at her from a lush green house with the brown floor. Then, it all flashed white.

Jane lowered her camera and inspected the photo. The small shrub sat in front of her, captured by the lens. Deciding it was good enough, Jane smiled to herself, pulling off the glove on her left hand and draping it on her arm. She brushed her bangs aside and looked around, taking in the scene of the street in the morning. It was a strange sense of happiness, just a full contentment that filled her, rushing into her body with every breath, every blink.

She sighed softly, putting her glove back on as she walked over to her bike, slipping on her helmet again. Time to go again.