JAMESON, guinevere

[kett]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

guinevere antonia jameson

"A WITTY SAYING PROVES NOTHING."

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NICKNAME • Gwen
AGE • 22
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Rancher's daughter
CLASS • Middle
FACE CLAIM • Josephine Skriver

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Guinevere is the embodiment of the girl next door temptation. She looks sweet, innocent, even with the body of a full grown woman. She has bright blue eyes that upon a closer look, green flecks can be seen. At five feet and seven inches and weighing about a hundred and twenty-two pounds, Gwen is fairly well proportioned. There is a hint of an hourglass shape to her figure. A long torso, tying into slim hips and long legs. Her long blonde hair has a little bit of a wave to it, but mostly straight. Recently, she's stopped cutting her hair. So far, it's grown to dip between her shoulder blades.

EYE COLOR • blue with flecks of green
HEIGHT • 5'7"
WEIGHT • 122lbs
BUILD • lithe, slender, toned, delicate-looking like a porcelain doll.
SCARS? • None
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Gwen's appearance is far from what her personality is like. She's not as innocent as she may look.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Gwen, upon first glance, looks like a naive, doe eyed young girl. Innocent and pure. But she is far from it. She's quite feisty and has no problem standing up for herself. Quite the rebel, she's apt to do the opposite of what one would want from her. Just to prove that she is capable of rebelling. And even with this fiery streak, she's a homebody. If she didn't feel responsible for the ranch or that it couldn't run without her, she'd be out roaming the land. Or possibly in a gang. But, alas, Gwen has remained at home to help her father run the ranch. At times though, it's just her seeing as her father is quite the drunk.

The young woman's appearance allows her an element of surprise. One would think she is naive, but Gwen is far from being innocent. Or even jaded about the ways of men. She uses her fresh looking face to play the act of an innocent rancher's daughter, to get her way. Say at the bank, when money is owed. But she drops the act in other situations, such as when selling the cattle for meat. Her dry sense of humor comes out and her wit often comes into play. Ruffling a man's feathers is her specialty. Not only does she leave one is a stupor because of her looks, but she'll also make them feel like an idiot. She's clever and quite intelligent.

LIKES •

danger; She's drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It doesn't matter if the danger is men she shouldn't become involved with. Or riding along side a 100 ft drop off a cliff. If danger is a component than she is more than game.

the wilderness; The great wild west. There is a sense of romance to the idea of wide open spaces. It's the reason for expansion to begin with. Gwen loves to be out in the open, in the middle of the desert by herself. With the horizon reaching as far as the eye can see.

having a purpose; Despite her like of absolute freedom. She likes having a purpose. Whether it's taking care of the ranch or even just her father. Having something to do, means a lot to her.

DISLIKES •

authority; Even as a child, she would rebel against her parents. They'd tell her that a horse was too dangerous for her and she'd go and get on it anyways. She's one that will do the opposite of what you want her to do, just to prove you wrong.

towns/big cities; Often times when in a big city or even a rather busy town, she becomes a little claustrophobic. There's too much going on and people seem all too preoccupied on how to make their next dollar. She much prefers wide open spaces and hardly any company.

being taken advantage of; If there is one thing Gwen hates the most, it's being made to play the fool. She often trusts no one because she doesn't want to be taken advantage of. She's seen many take advantage of her father and she will at all costs never let it happen to her.

WEAKNESSES •

bad boys; Who doesn't love a bad boy? Gwen is a victim of loving the dangerous kind. She's loves the aspect of never knowing what's gonna happen next. Even if what happens next is that they suddenly just pick up and go.

her father; Ever the apple of her father's eye, she can't stand to see him as he is. A drunkard with absolutely nothing to his name. She's constantly taking care of him while managing all their affairs with the bank and others.

fiery temper; Part of her feisty demeanor comes from her fiery temper. She quick to snap at something she rather dislikes. And will get into heated arguments to get her way or make her point. She's not one to sit back and take it quietly.

STRENGTHS •

dependable; Gwen is completely dependable. If you need her, she is there and will do her best not to let you down. Her dependability is part of the reason why they kept the ranch for so long.

hardworker; This is the other reason why the ranch stayed afloat all these years while her father drank himself into oblivion. Her ability to get the job done no matter what, is all willpower. She's more than willing to give all that she's got and work hard for it if need be.

FEARS •

never getting the ranch back; Her fear had been losing the ranch but now that that has happened, her focus is on getting it back. It has crossed her mind that she may never get it back and she hopes that that is not the truth. She put so much work into keeping it going that she would hate to see it in the hands of someone else.

love; While she may have loved a few times in her life. She is afraid of that ever lasting, forever type of love. She sees is as a distraction and is afraid that she will lose herself in the process. And worse yet, marry the wrong man and be forced to live with her mistake.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Levin Jameson - Father (48), Jameson - Mother (deceased), Jarret Jameson (27) - brother
PETS • A buckskin quarter horse stallion by the name of Leroy
HISTORY •

Guinevere was born and raised in Texas. The family ranch having been passed down from generations to generations. Being the youngest, she was often in the way as a kid. Always getting into something and inevitably into trouble. Always a pain in the neck to her mother, her father found her to be quite charming and always amusing. Whether or not she was doing something she wasn't supposed to do. She hardly remembers her mother though. Gwen's mother died of pneumonia when she was just seven. And that's when the drinking began for her father. Though at the time it was hardly a problem. As the years went by it began to get worse. When she was fifteen, her brother, Jarret, left the ranch to become a hired gun. Or so that was reason. Though truthfully, he couldn't stand his father's drinking nor all the responsibility of running the ranch all by himself. And Gwen was just stuck in the middle. Her father wouldn't have let her go, even if he was coherent and Jarret, well, he was just thinking of himself. She wanted to go with him but she was too young. He promised to come back from him but after that day she never heard from him again.

So begins the years of working the ranch on her own. For the past six years she has rounded up the cattle in her father's place with the help of the ranch hands of course. Replaced fencing. Paid back loans at the bank. But all it took was one very dry year and poor looking livestock that dragged them back into the hole. They lost the ranch and was forced to move into town. She was able to keep her buckskin stud, Leroy. But other than that, they lost everything. Her father can be found drinking away his sorrows in town, while his daughter plots away at how to get the ranch back.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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your heart. i want it. to watch it bleed in my hands. stain my skin with your dark, crimson ooze. taste your pain. feel my fangs. come on, darlin'. come play in the shadows with me. rumble in the jungle. let me here you scream. scream my name in vain. let me kill you softly. building the lust. the fear. your sickest desires. let your death climax in my strong arms. feel the terror turn to black. black as night. can you hear the silence? your breath barely a whisper. tell me how it feels. to die. to have your life sucked dry. the loneliness of pain. the pain of loneliness. he couldn't escape what troubled him so. alone. oh so alone. he seemed to dwell on the mystery. the lost memories. a past erased yet still subtly there. it was a tortured life he led. misery his only company. languishing in a prison built by his own two hands. the thoughtful, stoic thoth. forever trapped within the horrid confinements of a love lost. a love unknown. a love, gone. and worse, yet. he couldn't let go. let the idea slip. move on. instead he drove himself mad. continuously turning in circles. retracing the repetitive steps. so little to build on. his temper raged. frothed over the hot edge of desperation. he needed a distraction. some temptation to keep his demons at bay. it rumbled in his chest. the sound of agony. pressed against his raspy, pink tongue. and ripped out of his parted mouth with such violence. the ferocious roar of the mighty king returning home. welcome to the jungle. of misdemeanors and carnivorous souls. his heart had began to hallow. and he knew it was only a matter of time before he could feel nothing. for anyone. for the woman at the heart of this tempest. for the many that would try to love him. love would fall. crumble like the ruins of yesteryears. drown in his sorrowful, violet pools. love would be replaced by lust. a temporary love. made for just a night and gone in the morning. a beautiful, painful delight. satisfaction dressed in black temptations. sinful pleasures for those with the sickest desires. he could become the monster. the beast that lurked. the thing he hid so well. it started to tear at the seams. buttons popping. gargantuan paws carried this wreak to the source. his ivory frame distinct against all the green. a ghost from christmas past. he headed to the heart of this fecund land. his home. in hopes of regaining his composure. and putting his demons to sleep. for eternity. his mind buzzed. images of the territories visited. the inhabitants of baast met. his mind choose to linger upon one. dulling the ache he felt in his heart for but a moment before he shrugged it off.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY KETT IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING TWENTY-THREE YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE "WOULD YOU OM MY NOM?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.

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