CROSSFIELD, JANIS ZIGGY [done, like a boss.]

[Ziggy Janis Crossfield]

ZIGGY JANIS CROSSFIELD

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Ziggy Janis Crossfield
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Sun kissed.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 145
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
How Did They arrive here: Ziggy was babysitting for a neighbor one night when she was sixteen and it was bed time for the kiddos. One of the little girls kept complaining about monsters under the bed. Ziggy, in order to prove that nothing was there, got down on her hands and knees to look under the bed. As she did so, she was dragged under it. Oh, the irony.
Years In Wonderland: Four years.
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What Are They Like?

Likes:
-Spiritual Journeys
- Horses
- Friends
- Candy/Sweets
- Exploring old buildings
- Camping
- The Beatles
- The Doors
- Cigarettes
- Alcohol
- Peace
- Celery

Dislikes:
- Death
- Negativity
- Mean People
- Drugs
- Boogies
- Skeptics
- Loud, screaming music.

Turn Ons:
- Positive
- Smoker
- Taller than her
- Spiritual
- Take care of ones self.
- Long hair
- Red hair

Turn Offs:
- Shorter than her (Unless they are just plan fcking adorable.)
- Cold hearts
- Violent (Unless too a Boogie.)
- Supportive of Boogies.

Nervous Habits:
- Chewing on her cheek.
- Coughing
- Twitching
- Picking at the skin on her upper lip.

Fears:
- Boogies
- Spiders
- Trains/Train Tracks
- Small boats (Kayaks/Canoes.)
- Wells

Appearance:

Ziggy is a very beautiful, nymph like creature. She is about five feet and ten inches, which is pretty tall for a girl. She has a short torso and very long legs. She is all legs. She has a circle shaped face and very bright, smiling green eyes. If she isn't smiling, which is rare, her eyes always are. Her breasts are a bit large for her petite form, but other than that she seems to have a very nice figure.

She has long, brunette hair that reaches her lower back. She wishes to grow it so long, that she can sit on it! She always seems to forget to brush it, so it naturally dreads itself.


Personality:
She is a peaceful, spiritual little thing. Well, little isn't the right term. She's five ten and still growing! She is deep into everything spiritual. She meditates every night. She is a sensitive when it comes to ghosts, spirits, demons, you name it. She loves telling and sharing stories with others people. Another thing she loves to do is turn a skeptic into a believer.

She feels like her main purpose is to make everyone happy and keep everyone warm with the positive energy she carries. When people don't accept such a large offer and go all bitch on her, she usually doesn't know how to react. She isn't one for drama and she is an old soul. She acts much older than she is.




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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father:Charlie Crossfield
Mother: Rose Mary Crossfield
Sibling/s: None.
History: Ziggy was born in Ireland and lived there all of her life. She lived as a only child on a tiny farmette in Dublin. They raised miniature ponies and goats. Well, Ziggy learned how to ride before she could walk and learned how to train since she could speak.

She made most of her money on training horses and babysitting. Her dream was to be a preschool teacher. Well, it is still her dream, first she just has to get out of Wonderland.

Ziggy doesn’t really have much of a history, normal childhood, normal everything. She was raped at the age of twelve by a drunk Irishman. She was rather scarred after that. She would still go to parties, but if she feels threatened she’ll scream and usually grab the nearest thing to her and try to literally knock them away by force.

Sometimes, the drunken males wouldn’t even be thinking about touching her, but she still felt threatened. Back than, people did not invite her to parties because of this, unless she got really drunk. When she got really drunk, she could careless. Now she is at this Wonderland place. She hates it and actually started to grow violent tendencies.

We think because of the sexual abuse years ago, plus the physical and mental abuse she receives currently, something just snapped in her brain. She will not harm humans, only boogies. This is why she is a rebel. She just doesn't give a shit anymore.

Roleplaying Sample:

Trestles of long, luscious brunette hair seemed to raise and blow with every foot step. Once bright, large hazel eyes stared a head of her emotionless. Even without the light, her eyes were still intense, darting over everyone she passed, knowing they were looking at her. The drug scene could make one go crazy with the paranoia.

Of course, most people seemed to stick to 'gateway' drugs, like pot, pills and even cocaine. Lets face it, coke isn't even considered a hard drug anymore. Pippin, well, lil' ole Pip was different. She was addicted to heroin. She shot it up like nobodies business. If she wasn't high, she was drunk. Pippin was a alcoholic as well.

How could a eighteen year old from Ireland seem to stoop so low and so fast? Well, she didn't even hold the key to that answer. She stopped for a moment, reaching into her coat pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. She raised a shaky hand to her mouth to place the cancer stick and light it.

She took a deep inhale and quickly exhaled, her eyes seemed to slowly move across the park that had unfolded before her. Why was she here? She couldn't remember. Being an alcoholic, she had very bad memory loss and black outs for no reason.

She hated them, they were so frustrating for her. She angrily stopped her foot, flailing her arms slightly. People stared, like they knew. Oh, they know. They know she was some kind of addict, only children act like this is public. In reality, she just wanted to start ripping at her hair and screaming at the pass her by. Fuck people, they don't get shit!

Her eyes fell on a familiar face. Her eyes didn't seem to change much, but her mouth did fall open slightly. Ji Hoon, a friend of hers from college. She tried as hard as she possibly could to stray away from running into people from there. She signed and slowly made her way forward to greet him.

She took drag of her cigarette, stopping in front of him. Hey there, champ. She said, a trail of smoke leaving her lungs as she let the words roll off her tongue. She huffed the rest of the smoke and just smiled sheepishly at him.

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