Player Name: MaelNAME:
Juniper ‘June’ Renae Wrigley.AGE:
Standing at a petite stature of 5’ 2.5”, Juniper can be described as lean. Her hair tends to be a curly, voluminous mass – at best – and is one of her main, identifying features. She has long, delicate fingers that are very dexterous and aid her in a lot of her artistic endeavors. She has light, blue-grey eyes, and straight, white teeth. No matter the weather, she can typically be seen wearing long-sleeves – even in the heat of summer. Gym uniform? She wears a long-sleeve shirt beneath the t-shirt required. Air conditioning broken and the classroom is 90 degrees F? Juniper is the one person who refuses to remove her jacket. Her ears are unpierced, and her fingers never have rings on them, but she does always have a necklace around her neck and an occasional bracelet to adorn her wrists. Her clothing style is often described as eclectic, or strange, but typically reflects her artistic nature.Other ImagesFACECLAIM:
Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor [aka Lorde]ORIENTATION:
Straight Demisexual.RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Artist/Nature Freak.POWER THEME:
Inter-species communication, aka. Communication with animals: can communicate fully with animals that are of a lower-level form of intelligence, with some attempts and success of communicating with animals of higher-level intelligence. This is all based on the complexity of the mind of the animal: higher level intelligence would come from a more complex minded creature, and vice versa for the opposite. All of this communication is completed telepathically, with most of her power residing in neural capability and complexity. Yet... there are moments when she can communicate out loud, and be understood, should she choose that method. The animal's response, if given in a typical noise such as a dog's bark, would not be the communication she would understand, however. For fear of backlash, however, she often finds it easier to simply communicate mind-to-mind with the creature she's targeting.
At a higher level of concentration and experience with her power, the control of species will come about, with the lesser-level of intelligence species being almost incapable of putting up a fight against her mental powers. Higher-level of intelligence species will be more complex, and more difficult for her to even attempt to control cognitively. Any attempts of control would be complete, conscious decisions on Juniper's part. She can choose which animals she tries to control, and if successful, can control them for 'x' amount of time, another decision she would make.CHARACTER FLAW:
Can hear the thoughts of animals always, no matter the level of intelligence they possess, yet cannot always return that communication. If attempting to communicate with a higher-level creature, there is a loss of energy and a massive use of concentration during each attempt, making the process extremely draining. At the same time, hearing all of these voices on a constant basis tends to make her come across as a bit ‘edgy’ or ‘unstable’ – especially when she can’t seem to differentiate between what she is hearing and how to concentrate on the real, human world. Because of this, she is sometimes caught in daydreams and has difficulty focusing on the simplest tasks.
‘Eccentric’ would be a great adjective to apply to her. With her artistic nature and her style of realism, she is often caught blatantly staring at people. This often rubs people the wrong way, seeing some stranger just watching them. It tends to make people uncomfortable, which either seems to result in anger or embarrassment from the resulting party. Juniper, while familiar with anger, is often unaware of embarrassment when reflected upon herself, or when she embarrasses others. This causes people to sometimes think she can be oblivious, though not necessarily dumb, or even cold-hearted.
Her friendliness also disturbs people, sometimes, simply because it's not necessarily warranted. She will wave and smile at people she's never spoken to before, often catching them off-guard. And while some find it endearing... there are those who react in the same manner as the people who find her staring to be an issue.
A flaw coming with the control aspect of her power, when she discovers she has this ability, is this: how she morally feels about controlling animals. Juniper will be very hesitant to use this branch of her ability, finding that the control could be compared to a kind of 'abuse' the animals could suffer. Any use of this part of her power causes her distress and actually frightens her, unless she can truly justify her reasoning behind the control of another species.
She’s also very, very afraid of fire, and wears long-sleeves to mask the burns she received from the wildfire that destroyed their home in Maine.
Speaking to people in large groups also puts her on edge, which leads her to actually avoid physically protesting and speaking about the environmental issues that may be present or that she may be focusing on with the committee. Too many people watching her, staring at her and waiting to hear what she has to say makes her nervous enough to feel sick to her stomach and to make her knees shake.BIOGRAPHY:
Juniper was raised by her mother, solely. Her father was out of the picture, and the pair preferred it that way. The couple resided outside of the main cities in the state of Maine, living in a smaller town that rested in the heavily forested area. Her mother wanted to keep their lives as ‘green’ as possible, always being conscious of the environment and conservation practices, pounding them into the routine of Juniper at a very young age. Despite how strange her mother may have appeared, she was a terribly intelligent woman, having a career as an environmental consultant who doubled as a lawyer for environmental and conservation issues. So, from a very young age, June was exposed to the more natural side of the world that children often didn’t experience until they were old enough to comprehend it all. And as she grew, she only seemed to procure a stronger interest in the natural world, and had her mother educate her on parts of the world that were left out in public school teachings. She took to nature the way some children took to sweets… it fulfilled something within her that she hadn’t even known she was missing.
When she was in middle school, Juniper got into her first and only brush with the law. She’d been caught by a security guard, trying to release a mother bear and her bear cubs from an animal sanctuary a mile or so from her house. In her opinion, at the ripe age of fourteen, animals didn’t belong in cages. And the bears, they weren’t happy. She just knew
that they weren’t happy. Her mother being the lawyer that she was ended up getting Juniper off with a slap on the wrist punishment, and after a speech and a scolding, the young woman managed to keep herself out of trouble. Though, her opinion never seemed to change about animals and their role in society and how they tended to be used for entertainment purposes. And she lost a month or so of school… and subsequently had to be held back to repeat the grade.
Another influence in Juniper’s life was art. She loved everything about art, and it turns out, she seemed to be some kind of natural when it came to most forms of art. Her favorite subjects for painting, often with acrylics or oils… were natural objects, realism. Her first successful painting that won her an award in the eighth grade was a beautiful portrait of the forest floor behind her home in Maine. Her artistic subjects tended to gain more life the more she worked through her first year of high school, which was a local school she attended that had a strong, art-focus in their department. She was awarded prizes and ribbons for portraits of birds, extremely detailed oil paintings of foxes and deer, and the like. But one, fateful day in early spring near the end of her freshman year, a wildfire spread through the hills of Maine outside of their town, and their home was engulfed in the flames.
All of her paintings were destroyed and all of their home items were lost.
Her mother managed to find a position opened in a sister-law branch in New York shortly after the fire destroyed their possessions, and that was how Juniper ended up in New York. She joined Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson High School in her sophomore year, trying to mesh with students who already had friends and seemed to be less accepting of the ‘new girl’. But her friendly personality – albeit a little strange and rough around the edges – soon kept her from being on the outer ring of the social circles, and her involvement with the Art Club and the Environmental Committee at the school helped her to become more accepted into the new school, and her new life.[/font]Misnellaneous:
- Does yoga and meditates.
- She is terrified of open flame, but is fine with matches.
- Really terrible at math.
- Often does volunteer work that involves nature: recycling, tree planting, etc.
- Likes children.
- Her orientation causes her to love deeply whenever romance is involved, rather quickly.
You can do this, June. Keep your chin up. You met with your tutor, you worked with mom, you did decent on the practice exams. You just need to go and get it done!
A stray curl of hair bobbed in front of her cheek and she immediately grasped it, pulling it back into one of the several bobby pins that it took to keep her thick hair at bay. She preferred to have her hair tugged back away from her face whenever she had to take exams; it helped her to stay concentrated on the task at hand. She bobbed and weaved through the crowd that was bustling to get through the front door as the first school bell rang, excusing herself whenever she accidentally brushed against another student or even a teacher. She shot a few of them smiles, even though they didn’t tend to give her a smile back. She was certain that most people either didn’t know her or thought it was weird that this strange girl was smiling at them, but her mother had always taught her to approach each day with a smile. Even when, inside, she was freaking out about her Algebra II exam.
Swinging her backpack around, she balanced it on one knee as she opened her top locker. She wasn’t the tallest girl and it was difficult for her to reach into the back of her locker, so she tried to keep all of the items lose to the front. She balanced the bag carefully and tugged out her book, notebook that was bulging with spare papers, and her two pencils. She also managed to fish out her calculator before hanging up her tattered old bag, littered with paint stains. She slammed her locker shut and sucked in a sharp breath, knowing that she could easily make it to class on time if she walked leisurely, but she ended up walking even slower as her mind tried to review the topics that would be on the exam.
When would she ever use that shit, anyway? Algebra certainly can’t be one of those skills that you were guaranteed to use into adulthood. She was pretty sure that the adults just spewed those lies because they wanted the kids to actually do their work, eat their vegetables, etc. Her mother always tried to be honest with her, but she knew that Algebra wasn’t going to be on her radar when she grew up. No way.
Juniper trudged up the stairs, her smile having shifted to a frown as she grumbled. She only lifted her head once she got into the classroom and gazed around, seeing the despondent faces of the other students who were there. She was happy to know that she didn’t seem to be the only one who was nervous about this exam. Taking her familiar seat – not that they were actually assigned, but simply by social construct – near the windows, she set out her things and then leaned back into her chair, organizing some notes atop her desk and glancing at the clock with a grimace on her lips.
Five minutes was definitely not enough time to prepare for this.
How he’d noticed her, she never would have guessed, but she was happy that he had. She’d admired him from afar for a while, doing little things to simply try and get him to look her way. His locker was close to hers, so she made sure to wave or say hello. Sometimes, she’d walk alongside him in order to ask how his classes were going, how his day was, and the like. And soon those little conversations had grown to bigger conversations, sitting together or near one another in classes or at lunch, and even exchanging phone numbers so they could keep in contact. Friendship was key for her whenever it came to the budding of romance, something she’d come to realize was normal for her but not for most of the rest of society. Even if they were just going to be friends, that was okay. Never had she anticipated it going this far, but she certainly couldn’t say she was upset by the development.
She was scrubbing frantically at the paint on her fingers; feeling like the deep, indigo hue was never going to leave the grooves and crevices. She scrubbed until she felt raw, or like she was going to lose her own fingerprints, and stopped only when the water was too scalding to continue. Lifting her blue-grey eyes to gaze at her own reflection, she stared at herself for a moment, taking a good, hard look at her own face. She thought she had a symmetrical face, something that artists always admired, and she found that she often admired how she looked. Her wet hands patted at her mass of hair, seeing if it could be tamed… but she knew it was useless and had no idea why she’d even tried. A grimace touched her lips before she wiped off the dark lipstick from the school day, intending on changing up the color for her date this Friday night.
She wasn’t… nervous, necessarily. She felt more jittery and excited, like she couldn’t wait to get going. June walked quickly to her closet, pushing clothes out of the way and throwing clothes to join some other pairs that were on the floor in small piles. Finding the long-sleeved dress she wanted, she danced her way out of her school clothes and pulled it on. It was white with horizontal black stripes that were thin, running the entire form of the dress. Searching frantically through piles on the floor, she finally found a pair of black tights that she slipped on beneath the dress to match the stripes, letting her lean legs comfortably fit into the material. Then, the accessories were next: a thick, red belt to break up the stripes of her dress that sat around her ribs, and she slipped into black ballet flats to complete the look.
She padded back into the bathroom, her heart pattering quickly as she put on red lipstick and a bit of eyeliner and mascara. Her nails were painted black still, and were chipped… but there was no time! Shaking her head, she brushed her teeth frantically, suddenly feeling very rushed as she heard her cell phone vibrate – he was here! Early! What a gentleman, but damnit! She quickly spit and wiped her mouth. She could do this, she could do this! She grabbed her purse – a large, hobo style bag that her items often got lost in more than found – and skidded towards her bedroom door.
“Be back later, mom! Love you!” The call met an empty hallway, her mother busy on her laptop to type up some kind of land-proposal. Standing at the front door, she took one last, deep breath, before she opened it and stepped out into the night, excitement lighting up her features as she shut the door and locked it behind her.
It’s too hot. The light… it’s not steady. Flickering. It’s hard to breathe. My chest… it’s heavy, too heavy. I’m not inhaling air. It’s thick; it’s impure. It hurts. Everything aches. There’s a dwindling sense of being; my head is throbbing and I can hear my heart beating, feel it in my toes.
I try to call for my mom. It’s hoarse. I can’t make the sounds come out. And I can’t move my feet.
I’m trapped. It’s too hot. My eyes burn. My arms are on fire. The flames lick against my flesh, flaring it away like it was nothing. The scent of burning human fills my nose amongst the smoke.
I scream. It goes unheard. I don’t know if I actually screamed.
It’s so hot.
“Juniper! Wake up!”
Her mother’s voice broke through and she realized as she swiftly came-to that she was hearing the tail end of a scream. Her scream, from her parted and split lips. She could taste the copper familiarity of blood trickling down her throat, lingering on her tongue. Her body was shaking finely as her wild eyes met the concerned face of her mother before her. It wasn’t hot here; she felt hot, but it wasn’t hot. The window was open, curtains softly billowing with the spring breeze. The radio was on softly in the background, the classical station still filling the silent void with beautiful melodies. This one was haunting – how fitting.
“Are you alright?” Her mother’s words came softly, hesitantly. Juniper blinked in recognition, before she swallowed her blood and spit, giving her a confirmation nod. She would be alright. “I’ll bring you some water,” is what she heard her mother say before she was gone. Juniper stared down at her arms, where the skin was twisted and deformed, from just above her wrists up onto each shoulder. Tears pricked at her eyes as she rubbed her palms over her face to push them away. Crying would do nothing. She began to breathe slowly, centering herself. There was no fire here. No heat except for her own body, trapped and twined in her blankets, and the purring form of Daphne settled onto the bed beside her.
She was safe. It had been a nightmare. Though, she knew it was getting worse as it got harder and harder to distinguish between her nightmares and reality.
By the time her mother returned with her water, she was composed, a smile on her lips as she thanked her and took a sip of relief.