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Hellish-Rivalry

» Name: maxine jenko
» Nickname[s]: max, walking enity of sass

» Gender: female
» Pronouns: she/her
» Age: 16 yrs
» Birthday: january 30th

» Species: cat (siberian cat x maine coon)

» Gang: none
» Position: highschool student

» Occupation: barista

» Personality: sassy ; witty ; challenging ; charismatic ; sarcastic ; daring ; rebellious ; tough ; self-critical ; aggressive ; ambitious ; abrasive ; argumentative ; devious

» Likes: food, mascara, her laptop, sports, the mafia groups, music, tattoos, nutella
» Dislikes: school, socializing, work, bad smells, rats, acne break outs ((darn teenager-ness))

» Hobbies: blogging
sleeping
eating
fighting
working at starbucks ((a torturous task she's learned to love))
crying over every sad movie and/or anime whilst locked up in her room
obsessing over the mafia groups
testing out mascara even tho she can't makeup to save her life
drawing
making odd coffee mixtures
playing sports w/ her bros

» Backstory: max grew up in the classic 'my baby daddy got me pregnant and i'm 16' home in ellery falls. she was a rebellious, witty kid with four older brothers to defend her. she was violent all throughout elementary and middle school. she was that scary mean girl.
though, she was smart. max knew when to refrain herself, therefore she always had good grades.
she never had many friends besides lottie, a little sheep just as mean as her. they had met in preschool and are still friends, in high school. ((i plan on drawing lottie ???))
considering how broke her family is, max got herself a job at a starbucks and works there after school and on weekends. she's saving up for a car. or a tattoo. she can't decide.
max would totally join a mafia group, except her parents are hella strict. which is also a reason they won't let her buy a car. yet.

» Orientation: asexual panromantic
» Status: single
» Significant Other: x

» Family: mother ; courtney jenko
father ; arturo jenko
brother(s) ; declan jenko (oldest) ty jenko (middle) eugene jenko (middle) jay jenko (2nd youngest) carver jenko (youngest)
sister(s) ; x
grandparents ; unknown

» Additional Information:
-doesn't know when enough mascara is enough
-fights too much
-walking enity of sass
-second youngest of her brothers
-they are hella protective
-did i mention sass
-she cried when she got her piercings
-actually a tsundere softie
-her natural hair color is black
-she'd dye her school uniform black if she could
-but rlly sass

» Roleplay Example:
((dorothy rp))
The woman dragged a pastel hand through her hair, sweeping sweat from her brow. No, it wasn't the heat. In fact, the woman had piled a plethora of scarves, sweaters and jackets to ensure she wouldn't freeze. A silk jacket clad elbow caught her in the ribs, nearly sending her precious cargo from her gloved hands.
Dorothy huffed, rubbing her side as she held closer her basket of flowers.
Flowers? You may question. Many others might, too. Though, despite majority opinion, Dorothy found flowers, or, to not exclude our healthy vegetable and fruit friends, plants to be her entire world. Next to water and food, that is.
The maid wound her way through the bustling crowd, occasionally sending out an elbow into the sides of unexpecting human obstacles.
Dorothy was sure everyone in the crowd was a very, very nice person, but Dorothy wouldn't let an accidental bump destroy her precious dirt-born babies.
He was in the way! Dorothy would have explained to others later. Though, she never anticipated she'd send herself sprawling into the back of one of the most terrifying men she'd ever heard of. But, here we are, so let's continue.

Here Dorothy was, being her jittery self in a pack of alarming strangers. Her steps were quick and rushed, any lady would have tripped over the hem of her dress, especially if she was in a hurry, also in a bustling crowd!
Though, fate can be a bitch.

Dorothy stepped too quickly, catching the frilly edge of her creamy dress. Sadly, gravity was a bitch too.
With the grace of a newborn giraffe on skates, Dorothy went barreling into a crisp, smooth black back. Or, suit.
Almost immediately, Dorothy leapt back, already spewing apologies and sputtering. She wasn't aware her precious plants lay calmly in their lopsided basket.

Description
woo

Hellish-Rivalry

» Name: maxine jenko
» Nickname[s]: max, walking enity of sass

» Gender: female
» Pronouns: she/her
» Age: 16 yrs
» Birthday: january 30th

» Species: cat (siberian cat x maine coon)

» Gang: none
» Position: highschool student

» Occupation: barista

» Personality: sassy ; witty ; challenging ; charismatic ; sarcastic ; daring ; rebellious ; tough ; self-critical ; aggressive ; ambitious ; abrasive ; argumentative ; devious

» Likes: food, mascara, her laptop, sports, the mafia groups, music, tattoos, nutella
» Dislikes: school, socializing, work, bad smells, rats, acne break outs ((darn teenager-ness))

» Hobbies: blogging
sleeping
eating
fighting
working at starbucks ((a torturous task she's learned to love))
crying over every sad movie and/or anime whilst locked up in her room
obsessing over the mafia groups
testing out mascara even tho she can't makeup to save her life
drawing
making odd coffee mixtures
playing sports w/ her bros

» Backstory: max grew up in the classic 'my baby daddy got me pregnant and i'm 16' home in ellery falls. she was a rebellious, witty kid with four older brothers to defend her. she was violent all throughout elementary and middle school. she was that scary mean girl.
though, she was smart. max knew when to refrain herself, therefore she always had good grades.
she never had many friends besides lottie, a little sheep just as mean as her. they had met in preschool and are still friends, in high school. ((i plan on drawing lottie ???))
considering how broke her family is, max got herself a job at a starbucks and works there after school and on weekends. she's saving up for a car. or a tattoo. she can't decide.
max would totally join a mafia group, except her parents are hella strict. which is also a reason they won't let her buy a car. yet.

» Orientation: asexual panromantic
» Status: single
» Significant Other: x

» Family: mother ; courtney jenko
father ; arturo jenko
brother(s) ; declan jenko (oldest) ty jenko (middle) eugene jenko (middle) jay jenko (2nd youngest) carver jenko (youngest)
sister(s) ; x
grandparents ; unknown

» Additional Information:
-doesn't know when enough mascara is enough
-fights too much
-walking enity of sass
-second youngest of her brothers
-they are hella protective
-did i mention sass
-she cried when she got her piercings
-actually a tsundere softie
-her natural hair color is black
-she'd dye her school uniform black if she could
-but rlly sass

» Roleplay Example:
((dorothy rp))
The woman dragged a pastel hand through her hair, sweeping sweat from her brow. No, it wasn't the heat. In fact, the woman had piled a plethora of scarves, sweaters and jackets to ensure she wouldn't freeze. A silk jacket clad elbow caught her in the ribs, nearly sending her precious cargo from her gloved hands.
Dorothy huffed, rubbing her side as she held closer her basket of flowers.
Flowers? You may question. Many others might, too. Though, despite majority opinion, Dorothy found flowers, or, to not exclude our healthy vegetable and fruit friends, plants to be her entire world. Next to water and food, that is.
The maid wound her way through the bustling crowd, occasionally sending out an elbow into the sides of unexpecting human obstacles.
Dorothy was sure everyone in the crowd was a very, very nice person, but Dorothy wouldn't let an accidental bump destroy her precious dirt-born babies.
He was in the way! Dorothy would have explained to others later. Though, she never anticipated she'd send herself sprawling into the back of one of the most terrifying men she'd ever heard of. But, here we are, so let's continue.

Here Dorothy was, being her jittery self in a pack of alarming strangers. Her steps were quick and rushed, any lady would have tripped over the hem of her dress, especially if she was in a hurry, also in a bustling crowd!
Though, fate can be a bitch.

Dorothy stepped too quickly, catching the frilly edge of her creamy dress. Sadly, gravity was a bitch too.
With the grace of a newborn giraffe on skates, Dorothy went barreling into a crisp, smooth black back. Or, suit.
Almost immediately, Dorothy leapt back, already spewing apologies and sputtering. She wasn't aware her precious plants lay calmly in their lopsided basket.