Owner: Jillianne Lovell
Played by: Anri Wihnren
Played by: Anri Wihnren
"Sometimes I wonder.. I wonder about how I keep living, how the rest of us do. It's strange really, how we fight for things that are, in the end, completely pointless and irrelevant in the grander scheme of things. It makes me curious as to the point of it all. Is their a point to it all? Or am I just another fool, fighting for something that isn't worth my time?
Perhaps you knew the answer...
Perhaps you could have.."
Full Name: Jillianne Lovell
Nickname, Pseudonym, Alias: Jillianne (Her Mother), Blue (Her close friends, or those that think themselves close to her), Jill (She is only referred in this way in her letters as a matter of speaking in third person.)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: 25% Irish, 5% Japanese, 10% British, 20% German, 20% Russian, 5% Italian, 5% Swiss, 5% Dane, 5% Scottish
Ethnicity: Caucasian mix
Spoken languages: English, Japanese, German, Russian.
Occupation: Published Author
Position: Finding Herself
Dwelling place: Small, but attractive apartment.
Living location: Oso
Relationship status: Single
Crush: None
Family: Living: Her Mother and Aunt. Dead: Everything else, all the way back to her caveman ancestors :P
|| Appearance: Jillianne is five foot six with a small, thin body frame. Her eyes are a darker blue, with her left being discolored into a slightly lighter shade. Naturally Jill's is blonde but it is almost always died a different, more zany shade. She dies it a new color monthly, and many of her closer acquaintances often try at guessing what her next color will be. At the moment it is a blue shade that lies between the two shades seen in her eyes. Jillianne's face is naturally beautiful and as such she only needs a minimul amount of make up. She usually wears nothing more than eyeliner, in a color that accents her hair, and is often the point of attention with her other, less naturally beautiful female friends. Jill's bust is smaller, her figure is as well. All in all she is rather petite and tends to try to use this to the background.
|| Attire: Jillianne enjoys wearing multiple layers, even on hot days. She is constantly complaining about feeling cold (when she does talk, which isn't often). Her apparel usually consists of a variety of erratically patterned sweaters with sleeves way too long for her arms. Her lower half is usually some sort of baggy sweat pant.(black, usually with a strange sigil on the butt cheek.)
From time to time Jillianne has an, 'out-feeling day,' as she likes to call it and dresses a tad more fashionable. When she does this Jill tends to chose between a rather large selection of moveable, yet fashionable dresses. Jillianne has put most of her extra funds to her collection and has quite an extensive one, though she seldom wheres any of them. Most of them are white, as it is her favorite color, and each comes with it's own unique variety of unnecessary twirls, seems, and folds. She owns a lovely white sun hat for these occasions and will often bring an umbrella with her as well.
Apart from her strange, or possibly non existent, fashion sense, Jilliane refuses to wear any jewelry on her person. What she does keep on her is kept in a small blue hand bag that she takes with her wherever she goes. Within the bag is Jillianne's credit cards and other necessary financial/identification documents and the only piece of jewelry she owns. This is a small necklace, gifted by her father in the first letter he sent her. She keeps this on her person at all times, tucked neatly into the inside pocket of her handbag.
|| Personality ||
Jillianne is a lost soul, careless and absent minded. She does as she pleases, which isn't much. Jill disagrees with needless violence or other acts of terror/aggression, but will not go out of her way to stop these things. She prefers simple observation over direct involvement in any situation and tends write these observations in her personal notebook.
This detached outlook has most other people viewing her as callous or coldhearted. The opposite is true however, Jillianne has a very strong morale compass but is just unable to find the will to speak her mind. Jill has convinced herself that any action she would/could take would be pointless to the outcome. 'I'm small, weak and unpracticed in these things' she tells herself. Being unable to protect those she wishes too, Jillianne writes.. She writes of heroes and champions that can do what she can't. It is her escape. The only solace in a world seen as grey and unchanging.
One could say Jillianne is pessimistic but secretly, deep in an suppressed portion of her psyche, she wishes to bring color back into the world. This emotion can be seen in her stories, Showing itself in both the fictional realms and the people within them. Jill wishes to fight for justice and to protect the weak, whilst exacting judgement on the villains that suppress them. She just doesn't know it.
This leads her to be very connected in the goings on of the city. Jillianne is constantly updating herself on news programs and enjoys studying strangers. If someone were to comment on her staring at them she would usually reply: "Just people watching. Problem?" Jill tends to get lost in thought when she is reading or studying people. It sometimes leads her into confrontation, but most of the time she just seems spaced-out. Enjoying sweet things and hot drinks, her favorite cafe happens to also be her favorite people watching spot.
Another side of her personality is an innate shyness, developed from years of secluding herself from unnecessary human interaction. This shyness is a part of the barrier between her and her want to help change the world around her. When she becomes shy, Jillianne tends to socially turn away, in some cases she even does so physically. She is not a nervous person, but her shy nature tends to be mistaken as such, as a result, in the few emotional burst she has, Jillianne can be prone to anger when backed into a corner.
|| History ||
Jillianne, Jill, or Blue. Blue from her friends, Jill from her father, Jillianne from her mother. These names have followed her since her birth. From the beginning her mother had been distant, from the start her father loving, from her first interaction her friends teasing.
As a child Jillianne was bright and filled with joy, her father showered her in attention while her mother grew the gap between them. She did not notice this however, and soon, her mother was out of reach. When Jill was nine her mother convinced her father to send her to a private school in the Miktiopolis, Oblak City.
The separation from her home town in British Columbia was difficult and many tears were shed, but she was an optimistic one, and looked to the future with a smile. Her father had promised to write to her, and her friends had sent her off with a card signed by each of them.
"Go get em' Blue"
She smiled as she hugged the card to her heart with her left hand. To her right was her aunt Christie, she would be living with her for her time in Oblok. She looked up to her with a smile.
Jillianne's father had been rather wealthy. A successful business man of sorts and Jillianne had been his gem. The greatest thing he had created. He could speak of his daughter for hours without end; much like a new mother would, or should have. Jillianne's mother was different however. A story unknown to Jillianne at that time had kept a dark resentment within her mother's heart for her daughter. Not until her older years would she learn the tale behind this dark emotion. Of her dead brother.
On the night of her birth, Jillianne's mother had encounter complications. According to the doctor, Jillianne had been starving her twin brother of nutrients in the womb. It was something that happened from time to time they said, a tragic but unavoidable scenario. As her mother mourned her lost son, her father celebrated his new daughter. Look on the bright side he had said, we must move on. Jillianne's mother had never moved on, from that day forward she had looked at her daughter as a murderer, even if it had at first been subconsciously.
Jillianne was ignorant to this at the time of her setting out to Oblok. She was ignorant to the happenings within her home on the night she had left. Ignorant to the imminent divorce between her parents.
So with ignorance and optimism as her allies she set to the future, with bright eyes and hope.
Adjusting to life in Oblok was not an easy feat, but she accomplished it and her schooling taught her many things. She learned the violin, as well as a multitude of languages that would assist her in Oblok, but most importantly, she learned to write.
Her natural skill with capturing a scene with words surprised and impressed her teachers, and her easy grasp of languages named her a prodigy among her class mates. Some were jealous of the way she took to her studies however, and she was bullied by most of the schools less successful occupants. One such bullying event lead to the discovery of the card given to her by her old friends. Her most cherished possession, something that had never left her side, had been rendered destroyed in a single moment. Ripped into countless pieces. From there they began to use the name 'blue' as an insult, and it soon became a negative thing.
Many nights she spent crying by her bedside, but Jill never gave up hope. She just tried harder, pushed further. The more they teased her, the more she studied. Jill was the perfect student on paper and moved on to a prestigious academy.
It was three months after moving into her college dorm that she got the letter. She had been receiving them from her father and returning those of her own since the day she had left from home. One every week, on Tuesday, at noon. He had never missed a letter, and she always looked forward to them.
But this time...
At first the news had shocked her to the point of disbelief. Jillianne read it five times before she lost the ability to stand. One of her better friends had been with her and tried to catch her as she fell. She sat there on her knees for god knows how long, her hand laying limply at her side, barely grasping the note.
"Dear Miss Lovell, we regret to inform you of you father's passing earlier this week. We request that you return home if at all possible. Your mother has asked that you attend the funeral.
With Sincerest Regards,
Axiome Systems incorporate"
Of course The company her father had managed had sent the letter. Why hadn't her mother? Why was she finding out like this? Why hadn't he told her? Why, why, why? Endless questions circled her mind and her emotions conflicted. She was too blown away by the shock of it to actually cry. So instead she just sat there. Even when the tears came, her blank, shocked expression remained.
She never went home. She secluded herself from others, engrossing herself in her studies. After two weeks she had received a letter from her mother, a sort of 'Since your father can't do this, I might as well.' She never replied. Each subsequent letter grew more desperate than the last. Eventually her mother told her everything in a fit of rage and scribbles. Called her a murder. The devil.
It was then that she wrote her first book, using the death of her father and the madness of her mother as inspiration. It was titled 'Loss' and followed a blue girl who lost everything only to rise up again to take it back from an evil queen. It was a smash hit. She found a publisher quickly and it sold rapidly. She was pestered for a new book. That was when she started her notebook.
She would walk the street, writing down the things she noticed. She based her characters off of those she ran into. Through her travels she ran into various people that took a liking to her and began to wandering with her from time to time. With the loss of both her optimism and her ignorance Jillianne became a withered flower. Her popularity as a writer rose but her condition worstened. She tried seeing medical professionals but what she had was not diagnosable as PTSD. The symptoms were too irregular. she was not mentally broken by the past, but changed. She viewed the world as bleak and predictable, unwilling to change. In a way, she was right.
After earning her Doctorate in Language, she began to wander completely freely. She was an adult, and no one had her on a leash. As long as she kept a regular flow of books streaming into her publisher she wasn't bantered by them. So she began to enjoy a rather independent and secluded life style. Those friends she had made did not pester her about activities or other such nonsense. They understood her enjoyment of privacy, and would show up unannounced, throughout her day, when they wished to see her.
A few likes:
1. Chocolate
2. Warm days
3. A good writing session
4. Cats
5. Walks at night
6. Cafe Trims, just up the street from her apartment. It overlooks a large park with a lake at its center and she can often be seen staring into the water's reflection late at night.
7. Informative programs/studies on the present day.
8. 'people watching'
A few dislikes:
1. Spicy things
2. The Cold
3. Dogs
4. Noise
5. Nosy People
Allergies, phobias and other medical conditions: Other than regular spring allergies she is rather clear. She tells certain people that she is allergic to them however.
Licenses: Motorcycle License.
Pets: A Calico cat named Grr.
|| Themesong ||
"Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine
Perhaps you knew the answer...
Perhaps you could have.."
Full Name: Jillianne Lovell
Nickname, Pseudonym, Alias: Jillianne (Her Mother), Blue (Her close friends, or those that think themselves close to her), Jill (She is only referred in this way in her letters as a matter of speaking in third person.)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: 25% Irish, 5% Japanese, 10% British, 20% German, 20% Russian, 5% Italian, 5% Swiss, 5% Dane, 5% Scottish
Ethnicity: Caucasian mix
Spoken languages: English, Japanese, German, Russian.
Occupation: Published Author
Position: Finding Herself
Dwelling place: Small, but attractive apartment.
Living location: Oso
Relationship status: Single
Crush: None
Family: Living: Her Mother and Aunt. Dead: Everything else, all the way back to her caveman ancestors :P
|| Appearance: Jillianne is five foot six with a small, thin body frame. Her eyes are a darker blue, with her left being discolored into a slightly lighter shade. Naturally Jill's is blonde but it is almost always died a different, more zany shade. She dies it a new color monthly, and many of her closer acquaintances often try at guessing what her next color will be. At the moment it is a blue shade that lies between the two shades seen in her eyes. Jillianne's face is naturally beautiful and as such she only needs a minimul amount of make up. She usually wears nothing more than eyeliner, in a color that accents her hair, and is often the point of attention with her other, less naturally beautiful female friends. Jill's bust is smaller, her figure is as well. All in all she is rather petite and tends to try to use this to the background.
|| Attire: Jillianne enjoys wearing multiple layers, even on hot days. She is constantly complaining about feeling cold (when she does talk, which isn't often). Her apparel usually consists of a variety of erratically patterned sweaters with sleeves way too long for her arms. Her lower half is usually some sort of baggy sweat pant.(black, usually with a strange sigil on the butt cheek.)
From time to time Jillianne has an, 'out-feeling day,' as she likes to call it and dresses a tad more fashionable. When she does this Jill tends to chose between a rather large selection of moveable, yet fashionable dresses. Jillianne has put most of her extra funds to her collection and has quite an extensive one, though she seldom wheres any of them. Most of them are white, as it is her favorite color, and each comes with it's own unique variety of unnecessary twirls, seems, and folds. She owns a lovely white sun hat for these occasions and will often bring an umbrella with her as well.
Apart from her strange, or possibly non existent, fashion sense, Jilliane refuses to wear any jewelry on her person. What she does keep on her is kept in a small blue hand bag that she takes with her wherever she goes. Within the bag is Jillianne's credit cards and other necessary financial/identification documents and the only piece of jewelry she owns. This is a small necklace, gifted by her father in the first letter he sent her. She keeps this on her person at all times, tucked neatly into the inside pocket of her handbag.
|| Personality ||
Jillianne is a lost soul, careless and absent minded. She does as she pleases, which isn't much. Jill disagrees with needless violence or other acts of terror/aggression, but will not go out of her way to stop these things. She prefers simple observation over direct involvement in any situation and tends write these observations in her personal notebook.
This detached outlook has most other people viewing her as callous or coldhearted. The opposite is true however, Jillianne has a very strong morale compass but is just unable to find the will to speak her mind. Jill has convinced herself that any action she would/could take would be pointless to the outcome. 'I'm small, weak and unpracticed in these things' she tells herself. Being unable to protect those she wishes too, Jillianne writes.. She writes of heroes and champions that can do what she can't. It is her escape. The only solace in a world seen as grey and unchanging.
One could say Jillianne is pessimistic but secretly, deep in an suppressed portion of her psyche, she wishes to bring color back into the world. This emotion can be seen in her stories, Showing itself in both the fictional realms and the people within them. Jill wishes to fight for justice and to protect the weak, whilst exacting judgement on the villains that suppress them. She just doesn't know it.
This leads her to be very connected in the goings on of the city. Jillianne is constantly updating herself on news programs and enjoys studying strangers. If someone were to comment on her staring at them she would usually reply: "Just people watching. Problem?" Jill tends to get lost in thought when she is reading or studying people. It sometimes leads her into confrontation, but most of the time she just seems spaced-out. Enjoying sweet things and hot drinks, her favorite cafe happens to also be her favorite people watching spot.
Another side of her personality is an innate shyness, developed from years of secluding herself from unnecessary human interaction. This shyness is a part of the barrier between her and her want to help change the world around her. When she becomes shy, Jillianne tends to socially turn away, in some cases she even does so physically. She is not a nervous person, but her shy nature tends to be mistaken as such, as a result, in the few emotional burst she has, Jillianne can be prone to anger when backed into a corner.
|| History ||
Jillianne, Jill, or Blue. Blue from her friends, Jill from her father, Jillianne from her mother. These names have followed her since her birth. From the beginning her mother had been distant, from the start her father loving, from her first interaction her friends teasing.
As a child Jillianne was bright and filled with joy, her father showered her in attention while her mother grew the gap between them. She did not notice this however, and soon, her mother was out of reach. When Jill was nine her mother convinced her father to send her to a private school in the Miktiopolis, Oblak City.
The separation from her home town in British Columbia was difficult and many tears were shed, but she was an optimistic one, and looked to the future with a smile. Her father had promised to write to her, and her friends had sent her off with a card signed by each of them.
"Go get em' Blue"
She smiled as she hugged the card to her heart with her left hand. To her right was her aunt Christie, she would be living with her for her time in Oblok. She looked up to her with a smile.
Jillianne's father had been rather wealthy. A successful business man of sorts and Jillianne had been his gem. The greatest thing he had created. He could speak of his daughter for hours without end; much like a new mother would, or should have. Jillianne's mother was different however. A story unknown to Jillianne at that time had kept a dark resentment within her mother's heart for her daughter. Not until her older years would she learn the tale behind this dark emotion. Of her dead brother.
On the night of her birth, Jillianne's mother had encounter complications. According to the doctor, Jillianne had been starving her twin brother of nutrients in the womb. It was something that happened from time to time they said, a tragic but unavoidable scenario. As her mother mourned her lost son, her father celebrated his new daughter. Look on the bright side he had said, we must move on. Jillianne's mother had never moved on, from that day forward she had looked at her daughter as a murderer, even if it had at first been subconsciously.
Jillianne was ignorant to this at the time of her setting out to Oblok. She was ignorant to the happenings within her home on the night she had left. Ignorant to the imminent divorce between her parents.
So with ignorance and optimism as her allies she set to the future, with bright eyes and hope.
Adjusting to life in Oblok was not an easy feat, but she accomplished it and her schooling taught her many things. She learned the violin, as well as a multitude of languages that would assist her in Oblok, but most importantly, she learned to write.
Her natural skill with capturing a scene with words surprised and impressed her teachers, and her easy grasp of languages named her a prodigy among her class mates. Some were jealous of the way she took to her studies however, and she was bullied by most of the schools less successful occupants. One such bullying event lead to the discovery of the card given to her by her old friends. Her most cherished possession, something that had never left her side, had been rendered destroyed in a single moment. Ripped into countless pieces. From there they began to use the name 'blue' as an insult, and it soon became a negative thing.
Many nights she spent crying by her bedside, but Jill never gave up hope. She just tried harder, pushed further. The more they teased her, the more she studied. Jill was the perfect student on paper and moved on to a prestigious academy.
It was three months after moving into her college dorm that she got the letter. She had been receiving them from her father and returning those of her own since the day she had left from home. One every week, on Tuesday, at noon. He had never missed a letter, and she always looked forward to them.
But this time...
At first the news had shocked her to the point of disbelief. Jillianne read it five times before she lost the ability to stand. One of her better friends had been with her and tried to catch her as she fell. She sat there on her knees for god knows how long, her hand laying limply at her side, barely grasping the note.
"Dear Miss Lovell, we regret to inform you of you father's passing earlier this week. We request that you return home if at all possible. Your mother has asked that you attend the funeral.
With Sincerest Regards,
Axiome Systems incorporate"
Of course The company her father had managed had sent the letter. Why hadn't her mother? Why was she finding out like this? Why hadn't he told her? Why, why, why? Endless questions circled her mind and her emotions conflicted. She was too blown away by the shock of it to actually cry. So instead she just sat there. Even when the tears came, her blank, shocked expression remained.
She never went home. She secluded herself from others, engrossing herself in her studies. After two weeks she had received a letter from her mother, a sort of 'Since your father can't do this, I might as well.' She never replied. Each subsequent letter grew more desperate than the last. Eventually her mother told her everything in a fit of rage and scribbles. Called her a murder. The devil.
It was then that she wrote her first book, using the death of her father and the madness of her mother as inspiration. It was titled 'Loss' and followed a blue girl who lost everything only to rise up again to take it back from an evil queen. It was a smash hit. She found a publisher quickly and it sold rapidly. She was pestered for a new book. That was when she started her notebook.
She would walk the street, writing down the things she noticed. She based her characters off of those she ran into. Through her travels she ran into various people that took a liking to her and began to wandering with her from time to time. With the loss of both her optimism and her ignorance Jillianne became a withered flower. Her popularity as a writer rose but her condition worstened. She tried seeing medical professionals but what she had was not diagnosable as PTSD. The symptoms were too irregular. she was not mentally broken by the past, but changed. She viewed the world as bleak and predictable, unwilling to change. In a way, she was right.
After earning her Doctorate in Language, she began to wander completely freely. She was an adult, and no one had her on a leash. As long as she kept a regular flow of books streaming into her publisher she wasn't bantered by them. So she began to enjoy a rather independent and secluded life style. Those friends she had made did not pester her about activities or other such nonsense. They understood her enjoyment of privacy, and would show up unannounced, throughout her day, when they wished to see her.
A few likes:
1. Chocolate
2. Warm days
3. A good writing session
4. Cats
5. Walks at night
6. Cafe Trims, just up the street from her apartment. It overlooks a large park with a lake at its center and she can often be seen staring into the water's reflection late at night.
7. Informative programs/studies on the present day.
8. 'people watching'
A few dislikes:
1. Spicy things
2. The Cold
3. Dogs
4. Noise
5. Nosy People
Allergies, phobias and other medical conditions: Other than regular spring allergies she is rather clear. She tells certain people that she is allergic to them however.
Licenses: Motorcycle License.
Pets: A Calico cat named Grr.
|| Themesong ||
"Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine