tate, chloe jennifer

[hammi]

SEVENTEEN. KINGSFORD HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT. HETROSEXUAL. FEISTY. VANESSA HUDGENS.
( JENNIFER CHLOE TATE )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

JEN'S FACEBOOK INFORMATION ?!

name: jennifer chloe tate.
nicknames: jen.
age: eighteen.
[member group:/b] senior
sexuality:heterosexual
photo:here

JEN'S PERSONALITY ?!

You all have the type of friend that can get depressed by just the littlest thing, but then her anger causes fear to other- yeah that friend may be Jennifer. She like all the students can be a suspect, she doesn’t trust anyone and that insecurity may worry you slightly- but under it all she may be verbally called a back stabber but she couldn’t ever literally stab someone in the back. She either loves or hates you; she can be judgmental but then can’t everyone? Yeah. Another trait is she is a strong willed person, with enough determination to kill- once she decides she is going to do something, no doubt about it she will do it.
Another trait if you ever fear her due to it, or you love her for it- she is a feisty girl, who under that pretty face can be deadly like a snake, she doesn’t take anything, if you bitch about her that it you will certainly have one of the worst enemies in the world, and Jennifer doesn’t hold back when she has a hatred towards another person, so just keep that in mind; you don’t want to get on the wrong side of her. Jennifer isn’t perfect, and she accepts that she isn’t a vain girl who is obsessed with the way she looks, and has to wear the shortest things that show half her bum. She isn’t like that – She likes to be naturally pretty, and just wants to be who she is, if you don’t like her that’s your own opinion. Jennifer makes a lot of mistakes and she can get easily depressed from them, that could make her seem a weak character but she doesn’t let people know the pain she is actually in – she hides it, fakes a smile.

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JEN'S BACKGROUND ?!

mother: famous, model Amelia Dior Tate (maiden name Chanta)
father: famous, football player Mark James Tate
siblings: Daniel Tate, 24 Student.
Alexis Tate, Singer , 25.
history:Being born into a famous family, where she was the youngest wasn’t always the best thing, Her mother a well known WAG Model , Obsessed with her looks and did almost anything to look twenty – which was oddly weird, but if it helped her career then there was nothing to argue about. Her father was nearly always out football training, for the team. Naturally that left Alexis to look after baby Jennifer, even if she didn’t want too. Amelia Dior Tate, originated from France, and had that French accent that would lather her words and her father Mark Tate came from England; they met when they both decided to take a trip to the Eifel tower. All her life she had been brought up with this romantic story, hoping one day she too would have that.
Jennifer’s family disliked the fact that there children were in the limelight, they wanted the children to lead a normal lifestyle, socialise with people that were not as lucky as themselves, of course this made Jennifer a more down to earth child, but she still couldn’t manage to keep out of the limelight, whatever trouble she had someone had it on camera, there was a point in her life when Jennifer was being stalked by a man- his name was Louie Pestano, an Italian man who spent most of his days watching Jennifer with those scared eyes. Soon enough they found out about this stalker; and something happened to him Jennifer was kept out of that, they made a fuss and it was all over the news paper, making her life even harder to live in.
Her brother Daniel, in Jennifer’s eyes was scum, he left Jennifer when she needed him the most – his disgusting friends had tried to get her to get with them, have sex with them – and Jennifer being sixteen at the time was terrified, she screamed and her brother stood outside listening to her moans, not doing a thing, then the next day they woke up to find him gone, no trace of him being there everything gone, he had walked out of the family as if he was never in it- this affected Jen in a very bad way, She was hurt and wouldn’t get out of bed in days, her only friend being her horse, the only boy in the world that she loved, he was always there for her, and she was a talented rider wanting to succeed in that sporting industry.

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SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's HAMMI and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about four o:. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM. i'm also in the GTM/english time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, none as of yet!

The warmth of the day shone underneath her grandparent’s mansion, her alarm clock hadn’t gone off-again. Then she felt the soft licking on her side she screamed, just to realise it was her husky Shauna, her eyes traced towards the time on the alarm clock, she was late. She rushed towards her bathroom, not washing her whole body just her dark brown locks they were suddenly tamed from the nest that was upon her head. She rushed back into her room, picking out some shorts, they were light and then she picked out a tee, she did not have much warmer stuff as she was used to the heat of California- it was her first day and somehow she had managed to be late, good first impression , nice one Jen. She could be very clumsy too, as she pulled on some simple lingerie they were not like huge granny panties, but they were on the sexy side kind of, she was not shallow or like other girls, she of course wanted her prince charming but she was prepared to wait for that- besides she had already had an abortion in her life- with her best friend, she was pretty fucked up. Soon enough she was readily dressed and she walked towards her hair dryer drying her locks till they were crisp dry she grinned, looking in the mirror applying a little mascara not a lot.
She grabbed her red mulberry bag, a present from her grandparents and ran over towards her car; it was a Porsche silver, fast. She had added different parts to it to make it that much better, she put the keys in and its purr came out, it was perfectly oiled and its high technology inside was great, she revved it up and then sped towards the university.
She parked up and then pulled on her bag, and sprinted towards the school getting in the lecture hall, there was people talking all around her, she went and found a seat in front of her was a girl with way too much cleavage on show and a very nervous boy, it was quite cute really, Jen refocused her energy on looking towards where the main part of the hall was, she got out a pen and note pad- she was such a clumsy girl it was quite funny to watch her.
She looked towards the person to her right her heart fluttered- he was beautiful, gorgeous, she could feel her eyes tracing his jaw line, she re focused towards where the professor was taking his speech, she fumbled in her bag, wondering what the fuck she had just felt, her first day and she already was feeling that way - weird... Jennifer wasn’t the type of girl like that, she was into mechanics and dungarees and things like that, not stuff like skirts and makeup she wasn’t shallow and knew she didn’t look good. More to the point- she didn’t care.
She looked around there was heaps of people, she smiled slightly gnawing on her lip, Her first day and once again she was an unnoticed out cast, just because she wasn't a normal girl obsessed with makeup and looks. She sighed gently.
The bell rang the end of the lecture had come upon it quickly, she swiftly packed her bag and walked down the hallway, she had no more classes, until a few hours later and there was no point hanging around were she wasn't needed, or wanted, she simply rushed down brushing a hand through her hair- there was tanned guys and girls EVERYWHERE, she couldn't get enough of them, she wondered whether to take her car to the coffee beans shop or to go to the library and look up some car things, she didn't have any idea what to do, she looked down at the floor and walked towards her locker opening it, she had decorated it the day before, there was pictures around it and a mirror in the centre quite small, she had a couple of books in there, and pulled out her last law book and put it in the locker glad that her bag was finally lighter.