Jalen Steele

[Jalen Steele]

Jalen Steele
PLAYED BY:Rihanna

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Jalen Steele
NICK NAMES: Jalen
PREFERRED NAME: Jalen (are we seeing a pattern?)
AGE: 23
GENDER: female
OCCUPATION: Model/Crazy (will explain more in history)
HOME REGION:Midwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Knives

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The picture is the best, but I'll give more. Jalen's eyes are black - not dark brown, but black. Her eyelashes are long and sweep down her eyes beautifully. She stands at 5'8, 125 lbs, and is curvy in that tall lithe way. Her legs and arms are toned and muscular with her obsession to stay thin and become a supermodel.

PERSONALITY: Jalen is in a few words one crazy, ass, bitch. She is a diva who grew up poor and thinks she is owed everything. She's not melodramatic, no she's much worse, much scarier. She's evil, mean, and something a long time ago snapped in her mind which causes her to do crazy things like set her boyfriend's car on fire, flood an office full of people knowing that the doors and windows were super glued shut (she didn't know that all the windows weren't plexi glassed until the next day to save on electricity cost so the workers were able to break the glass and escape on the 2nd and 3rd floors only) etc. She's brave-ish at time, oh and her clothing doesn't match the way the world has become.

LIKES

• Men
  
• Knives
  
• Shoes
  
• Makeup
  
• Clothes
  

DISLIKES

• Dead people who get back up and try to hurt you
  
• Not having flavored water - normal water YUCK!
  
• Having to eat "non-normal" food. ex rabbit, deer, squirrel
  
• Not having an entourage. She has to do everything herself Gah!
  
• Not becoming a supermodel.
  

HISTORY BEFORE APOCALYPSE: Jalen Steele. Not her real name, but her stage name. Jalen was on her way to becoming a supermodel. Her name was common enough and she stayed at the finest hotels, flew in jets, and made 6 figures on her new contract. She always had an hairstylist, make up artist, and her 'best' girlfriends with her at all times. Men gave her lavish gifts and she ate the most extravagant food. Though once chosen as her boyfriend she expects loyalty and faithfulness. If she feels they have messed up in any way she will go loco and extract her revenge. She has ruined many careers and destroyed many men towards women such as herself.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Jalen was just returning home from a photo shoot from Jamaica. She was in her pent house apartment in Chicago and was staring at the skylines late at night with the lights off. It was 2 weeks earlier that she had finished tormenting her latest fail of a relationship Lorenzo Thomas, famous musician from the rock band Blaze, and made sure the man's career was in jeopardy. Hell, she had even purchased some stock and spoke in some ears at their record label. But I digress. She was standing in the dark looking at the city and saw lights flickering and small random acts of violence. Never being one to keep up with the news Jalen ran to her door and made sure it was bolted thinking that their was some sort of revolting going on or something.

Jalen than stepped out onto the balcony knowing no one could get her up here and listened to the screams of terror and agony. It was unique and for some reason she wasn't afraid. Instead she was just curious. Like a pet who hears their owners having sex and sits at the door curious about the strange noises. That was how Jalen reacted.

Knowing that she was in the midst of a riot Jalen stayed home and actually turned on her tv to loop the news. At first it was just a story or two and then it became constant. Jalen had taken to staying on her balcony with her IPad being updated on the killings and then the weirder stories the doped up crazies who should have died or gone down, but getting back up to attack their attackers. It was all so crazy and weird. Than everything went wild. It was so fast and suddenly it was like the world went away. She called everyone and got their voice mails. She facebooked, twittered, skype, everything to no avail. She was alone. She was the last woman on earth and dammit; she just finished her last bottle vodka.

HISTORY AFTER APOCALYPSE: It has been a month since everything started. Jalen had enough food and liquor to live off of. Considering she didn't eat a lot. The liquor was the first things to run out and she had to resort to *grimace* beer. Finally she was out of alcohol. She hadn't seen anyone in over 3 weeks and she truly believed she was the last woman on earth. Even the radio broadcasts were just static. Jalen sighed. Before she was discovered at the age of 13 Jalen grew up on the south side of Chicago. Which meant avoiding gangs and girls who hated on her because 'she thought she was pretty.' Jalen smirked as she looked around her kitchen for a weapon. She didn't think she was pretty. She KNEW she was pretty. She just had to look into a mirror... and the boys who were scratchin to get in her panties. Which she was not gonna do ever. Have a baby and ruin her figure. As fuckin' if. She was pretty fast when she was running, but she needed more. So her mother put her in karate. Jalen wasn't good at the whole control your muscles bullshit, but the wielding of knives she was good at. Unfortunately, she hadn't had to use this skill in forever. After a little practice and needing some sort of alcohol dammit a woman needed some vice; Jalen was ready to go out and hit up a liquor store. She giggled. She never thought she would ever say that in her life.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

JJ was back. The old JJ that is. No more scared whimpering little woman who was afraid of losing her husband and child. She had forgotten that if her husband or child was to die it would be at the hands of a formidable warrior and that was the kind of death their kind strives for. She had been reduced to a wastelander and now she was a huntress again. Her smile was wide and she was self assured. She was back. She was Jalen Josephine Steele.

JJ sat under the moonlight where there were only a few stars out. She was at one of the highest points of a mountain and cradled in her arms were her child. She was staring at the steel towers feeling calm, serene, at peace. She lifted her head in the air letting the aromas tell her who was around and how far. They were pretty much alone and there was a pack of wild dogs close by, but nothing that would cause alarm.

Jaryn pushed at his mother's chest trying to get to the ground and she put him down. "Don't get too close to the edge or you'll fall," she said. Jaryn just stared at her, stared at the ledge she talked about and like all children started to walk towards it. "NO!" Her words weren't loud, but her tone was sharp. Jaryn stopped recognizing his mother's command and her facial features. He stopped and sat on his bum playing with his fingers.

JJ smiled at her son who was near a year in age. He pushed himself to his feet, his little chubby bum high in the air, and stood. He looked at a small bloatfly; a baby like him. Jaryn ran over towards it and grasped it in his palms. The bloatfly tried to attack Jaryn, and her son recognizing this instead of dropping it like most kids started to squish it. Once it was dead it bent down and stared at it poking it.

JJ walked over to Jaryn and the fly. "Bad, Mommy," Jaryn said pointing to the boatfly . JJ nodded her head. "Yes, Jaryn. It tried to hurt you so it is bad. We are hunters. We do not get hunted, we hunt." Jaryn nodded as if he understood his mother's words. He went back to staring at the insect and JJ wondered if it was too early for Jaryn to get his first dull knife.

PLANS: She's gonna get more crazy

ANYTHING ELSE?: I can't state how crazy and oh her wardrobe. Her wardrobe will never match how life is for example Favorite evening wear

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Jalen or LaLa
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: advance
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PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: central

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