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Jillian "Jill" Acres  the basics full name • Jillian Eleanor Acresnickname • Jill member group • Civilian rank in the current group • None age • 28 birthday • 8 January 1988 gender • Female sexuality • Demisexual occupation • Veterinarian/Animal rescue worker nationality • American accent • American loyalty • No one the looks face claim • Karlie Klossheight • 175cm hair color • Brown eye color • Hazel skin • Pale the personality likes
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overall personality • Jill isn't the bravest person in Chicago. In fact, she is very skittish by nature. Her childhood molded her into a very untrusting, quiet individual. Being surrounded by gang violence taught her how to keep her head down and avoid the violence as much as possible. But Jill has also grown a steely loyalty that is difficult to break. When it comes down to it, her loyalties to those close to her will always outweigh her cowardice. Jill is the kind of girl who always sees the best in people and believes in second chances. She is a very generous person in spirit and materialism. She enjoys giving to others and in her free time, she spends most of her time volunteering to help those in need. Jill is especially sensitive to the suffering of animals. Nothing makes her heart bleed quite like the cry of an animal in need. From a young age Jill developed the patience of a saint. She is indulgent, even-tempered, and gentle in such a way that makes her benevolent. While Jill can be charitable and compassionate, she doesn't always act this way. In her job, Jill throws herself into her work with abandon. Most of her time is spent in the library, devouring any book she can get her hands on. The thing about Jill is that she loves learning. She isn't a huge fan of homework and test but she loves learning something new. Going to University was like a dream come true. Jill works herself tirelessly into getting things done. She has been known to go overboard with her work and will spend entire days in the office surviving on coffee alone when involved in a patient. Her destructive habits when it comes to working usually leave her crashing for several hours before she finally resembles a human being once more. Needless to say, Jill holds herself to high standards. She has always pushed herself to her limits when it comes to her work and has countless times been called an over achiever. the history mother • Lucia Acres, 62, teacher | Deceasedfather • Vincent Acres, 64, ex gang member pets • Pathfnder "Path", 10 years, German Shepard, Male (x) hometown • Chicago, USA, North America previous group • Plebea; left after joining University. previous group's rank • Car theif overall history • Jillian's parents were hard working people. Unfortunately, in a city like Chicago, everything does not always go according to plan. When Jill was two years old, her mother was killed in a drive by shooting. Her father was devastated by his wife's death and quickly found himself struggling with debt. Like many people in the city did, Vincent found himself turning to quick and easy was to make cash, namely the gangs. He did his best to keep his new job from his daughter which resulted in Jill spending a lot of time at home alone because her father couldn't afford a babysitter. For years the family continued to struggle to make ends meet and Jill went to bed hungry more often than not. She decided to take matters into her own hands by going behind her father's back to get a job. At first she started with little things like babysitting and tutoring but eventually Jill ran into the dark side of the city. She found a more permanent job from her next door neighbor at the "Crossbones Tyre" car garage. She worked there for several weeks before she discovered the garage was actually a front for stolen car to be stripped down for parts and sold. Jill's neighbor threatened to kill her kitten if she didn't keep her mouth shut. Jilly's kitten, Ghost, was the light of her life at the time. She had saved up for weeks to afford the kitten and she couldn't bare to see the poor thing killed. So she kept her mouth shut. The years passed and Jill eventually left her job at the car garage to go to University where she earned her degree and immediately started her job as a veterinarian. She eventually found her way to Chicago's animal rescue sanctuary where she works as a vet and a foster for recovering animals. the role player ooc name/alias • Celesteexperience • 8+ years other characters • None. how you found us • Ad surfing the roleplay sample Jillian never ceased to be surprised by the cruelty of humans. Just that morning she had been called in to preform a major surgery on an emaciated dog who had been hit by a car and left on the street to die. After several grueling hours of work, Jill finally placed the dog into its cage to recover and sleep off the anesthesia. She straightened up with a content sight and exchanged long suffering looks with her colleagues before heading off to her next appointment. She had long come to the realization that Chicago was no paradise, but sometimes she couldn't help but be blown away by the way people treated animals. It weighed on Jill's shoulder's more than she liked to admit. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the thought of someone intentionally hurting an animal. The very thought of such people made her sick to her stomach. Jill was abruptly brought out of her thoughts when the door to the animal rescue was thrown open. She jumped with a start, a squeak leaving her throat before she could stop it. The man who walked through the door was carrying a box full of kittens, from the sound of the faint mewing. But Jill was unable to tear her eyes away from the hulking figure of the man who practically screamed "gang member". She stood there, frozen in fear as one of the receptionists walked fearlessly up to the man and took the box from him. Seizing the moment of distraction, Jill dived into her office and quickly shut the door behind her. Leaning against the door, Jill tried to control her rapidly beating heart but to no avail. Her head slammed back against the door with a groan of aggravation. Of course she worked in the animal rescue down town, right in the middle of the gang territories. She could never have a moment of peace at this rate. |
