KNOX, jenna zandrine

[jenna]

JENNA ZANDRINE KNOX.
you and i should meet.

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GAZE INTO HER KILLING JAR
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name: jenna zandrine knox
age: seventeen
birthday: january 2
band name: rest in pieces
position: merch
play by: allie marie

LOOK IN MY EYES.

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likes: sunshine, smiling, music, bright colors, cuddly things, bubbles, her job, singing, ice cream, cherries, drawing and pretty much anything artsy, people, rain puddles (and jumping in them), energy drinks and sodas, monkeys, stuffed animals
dislikes: religion, being sad, pity, needles, herself, scary dogs, winter, coffee, bad dreams, teasing, scary movies
habits: giggling in nervous situations, fidgeting, putting up a smiley front,
secrets: imagines her death (and funeral) quite often, self-harms on occasion
overall personality: "I'm a sweet kid for the most part. I don't like conflict, and I love making new friends. I'm outgoing, an incurable optimist, and I'm a very sensitive kid. I like to be liked, I like people, I want to make them happy. I guess you could say i'm a people pleaser, I like to give one hundred and ten percent no matter what. I go out of my way to help others, especially when it comes to cooking them a get-well-soon or cheer-up cookie, haha! I'm very loyal, and I'm the peacemaker among friends. I am a wicked crazy romantic, it really gets to be ridiculous sometimes, I can't help but fall for a romantic guy. I'm a big daydreamer and I'm clumsy, I ramble, I procrastinate, and I'm not afraid to admit my faults. I don't get ruffled very often but when I do, I'm very passionate, but forgiving. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm very passionate all the time. I'm hyper and very much so still a little kid. I've been told I'm very charismatic, but even I have my bad, moody days. But, hey, just stick around a bit and I'll be back to my peachy happy old self. I am colorful in every sense of the word--and I do mean literally too. It's hard to miss me in a crowd, and I love it that way. I may be the advice giver among all my friends, but I have a hard time opening up myself. I keep things inside and that makes them fester and leave icky ulcers. Not really but they could one day unless I learn to open my mouth and say what I feel! That's not always easy though, because I'd rather focus on cheering others up than bring them down with my problems, so I've learned to be good at keeping a smile up no matter what, and I'm my most helpful and advice-giving when I'm hiding something, though if you know the signs its pretty much obvious. It's just that not many people notice. I'm a determined kid, and I also am known to be a huuuuuge geek...Manga, anime, video games, comics, lame jokes, cartoon characters, I rock the whole shebang and then some. I tend to look like I'm innocent, and maybe I am. One thing's for sure, I do trust people, and I give out second and third and seventy-fifth chances without a second thought because I can't stand to not see people happy, and an offshoot of that is me not being friends with them when I could be if I'd just let the past be. I have a lot of philosophies and mottos, but I think one of my main ones is "You'll have that", meaning that things happen, you just have to smile and get over it, look on the bright side, because there always is one. As you can tell, I'm a big optimist. I like to say I'm mature about the important stuff, but for the most part like to opt for silliness. Life's too short to be serious anyhow, right?"

In a journal entry not too shortly after that:

"I know I smile and I really really try to be optimistic, I really do. But I just can't help but be so sad inside. I think it gets worse because I keep it inside, but I mean...there are people who have it so much worse than me, whining just makes me seem so selfish and silly...So I just kind of force it down. I'm getting good at that. But...I get so sad, and sick at myself, and just...just so mad. It scares me, and before I know what's happening I cut myself or burn myself or something. I don't tell anyone because...well...like I said. Who am I to complain?"

I'M AN ADDICT FOR DRAMATICS
i confuse the two for love

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mom: Lenaya Moore-Knox, 42, Catholic school teacher
dad: Lenny Knox, 45, office manager of something irrelevant
siblings: --
other important figures: --
overall history: Well, I prefer to look to the future but I guess if you don't look at the past you can't learn from anything. My mother is a really really REALLY devout Catholic, my daddy was always really quiet and just went along with what she said. I'm an only child, and that means all of that love of God and whatnot was directed at me. I always seemed to be a troublesome kid, according to my mother at least. I'm not really sure what I did, but it seems like I was always a disappointment to the Lord and a waste of time. I worked really hard in school, not an easy thing since I tend to daydream an awful lot, and I was always really sweet and polite, but it never was good enough for Mom's God. Mom loves her communal wine, you see, and she tended to get a bit more passionate after a few times with the blood of Christ...when I discovered my voice and started singing in choir, she liked to tell me that I had the voice of an angel misplaced in a devilish vessel. I guess I wasted the best years of her life, or so she'd like to tell me. Dad never said much of anything, I don't think he has anything to say ever, except uh-huh and yes dear. She kind of...kicked me out about five months ago, so I stayed on the couches of friends as much as I could, bouncing around from one to the other. They didn't really know what was up with me, they just knew I liked spending the night a lot. I got asked onto tour by some freak luck and, well, here I am, one part of our happy little family with me as pretty much the little sister of everybody on tour. Mom still calls every few days or so, usually when she's had some wine, to tell me how much she thinks I've failed her. I know it sounds really pitiful of me, but I still try my hardest to be good, even now when she's pretty much disowned me, because I know she hasn't given up on me, or she wouldn't call. If she didn't care she wouldn't get mad. I figure if I keep doing my best, maybe one day I'll figure out why I'm such a failure to her, and fix it, so she'll take me back. She's abusive and she makes me cry, but I keep hoping I can get a good mom and dad if I just...do something, I'm not sure what. So I keep trying. About God, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think I've decided he's horrible and I don't want him, I just want my momma. As you can imagine, my self esteem is kinda low over this whole thing, but shh, I'm really good at keeping up my smile, so don't tell anyone about all this, please? I like being happy, I don't want pity. Tour is my home, that's all that matters."
rp quote:

see emlyn because asho is lazyyy

I DONT WANNA KNOW ABOUT EVIL

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name/alias: asho
age: sixteen
experience: 5-6 years?
password: Game of interlocking different colored blocks....but those blocks can't move o: ohnoes, what do we call that?! D: heehee~

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this was made by heather. lyrics came from tons of bands, so yeah. dont steal or she will send boo the ghost to eat your face and your mothers face.