Member No.: 700
Joined: 21-January 11
Vampire or Human?: Human
Avatar: Daisy Lowe
Original Name: Penelope Jenkins
Other Names: Penny, Jerkins, PJ
Year of Birth: 1993
Current Age: 19
Occupation: Student, Radio Broadcaster
Appearance: Every now and again someone mentions to Penelope how she’s pretty enough to be a model. Penelope is 100% sure she wouldn’t make it in the industry, knowing full well that her curvaceous figure, and ample bosom would only be fitting in an Agent Provocateur advertisement, something which she would rather not be. Yes, she is just tall enough for the job, standing at an even 5’10”, and she isn’t fat, only the occasional muffin top when her jeans are in the dryer too long, but modeling just isn’t something Penelope is interested in doing.
Penelope’s father always said she took after her mother, though she had a hard time believing this because they shared so many featured, Deep, brown doe eyes, a pale complexion and dark brown, almost black hair. Of course, her father never wore his hair long and straight with a fringe in the front, didn’t get layers touched up every couple of months. His skin possessed a couple of tattoos while hers remained free from any imperfects besides a few freckles scattered here and here. It was mainly the facial features which set them apart. Her nose was round, a button nose, and her lips were pouty, feminine, while her fathers were obviously not.
Also, reasonably enough, Penelope’s taste in what she wore varied differently from her father’s taste in outfits. Penelope’s style mixed a bit of classic university student (hoodies and jeans), to slightly feminine (pastels, skirts, lace) and a bit gothic (black, deep red) from her college days. She always tried to dress nicely, although some of the outfits she put together could best be described as quirky. Sometimes the geeky t-shirts she wore underneath a sundress simply weren’t fitting, but for the most part she could be described as a stylish individual, unless eh was going for a more comfy look (which would simply be described as blending in with the crowd).
Personality: Penelope is a quiet sweetheart to say the least. She’s never been one to start fights, or strike up a random conversation. Occasionally it happens, the conversation starting anyway, but everyone is entitled to days when they aren’t themselves. The fighting on the other hand, it’s something that Penelope has avoided since she was a teenager. Her step-mother taught her that it is best to never fight back, and it isn’t lady-like to start fights, and that advice wasn’t the greatest that Penelope could have ever received. She took it quite too literally, avoiding confrontation in all ways, even letting her beliefs and opinions be taken over by otjhers
Though she is normally quiet, there is never a falter in Penelope’s confidence. She is completely comfortable, and happy sitting alone in a cafe, a good book in her hand, and a sweet cup of tea at her side. Spending time alone is one of her favorite pastimes, and she often finds it exhausting if she has to spend too much time with too many people.
Although the highly introverted side of Penelope is the one she most often chooses to show, the outgoing, bubbly, and excited side of her personality, developed when she was college comes out when she does her radio show on Monday evenings. DJ PJ could be a super hot, intelligent blonde by the sound of her voice, the jokes she cracks, and how she interacts with her audience. Her London cult following expects her to be the type of girl to climb up on the bar Coyote Ugly style, dance the night away at a club, but still come up with a 2.1 Honours on her degree when she graduates. Maybe the 2.1 Honours is true, but the rest isn’t very likely outside of the radio station.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ laid back
+ non confrontational
- mildly erratic (although more eccentric)
Background: The death of one’s mother is normally a major event in someone’s lifetime. Although it did impact how Penelope developed during her childhood because her mother passed away, “Was gone to heaven to be with the angels,” as her father put it, before her second birthday, the death event itself didn’t really leave much of a traumatic imprint on her. It merely made it so Penelope, and her older brother, lived with just their father growing up.
Of course, growing up in the 90s meant that only having a father wasn’t the worst thing to happen to someone. In general Penelope’s childhood was normal. She entered primary school at the appropriate age, didn’t start getting along with her older brother until they’d both gotten past the intense hormonal surges of puberty, made her best attempt at rebelling at age 14 to 17, passed her GCSE’s and A-levels before relocating to London for university at the age of 18.
The only major curveball which came into her life was at the tender age of 10, when her father remarried an American woman named Mary, whom he’d met on a business trip to the country two and a half years before. The event had mildly threatened to move the family stateside, leaving everything and everyone in England behind. Thankfully Mary was far from the ‘evil stepmother’ type and immigrated the the U.K. instead, understanding that her new husband’s children and their lives in England was not something to be uprooted simply because she had a well paying job there. Penelope never really saw Mary as a replacement mother, maybe it was because she had been without one for her whole life, though she had been a positive female influence right at the time when she needed one. Mary was the first to know when Penelope started her period, and the one who ended up on the receiving end of her teenaged angst (completely undeserving of it, naturally). Thankfully Mary was a kind, and gentle woman, who tried her best to be the developing woman’s friend.
In the end, that was exactly what she ended up being.
When it came to other friends, Penelope had never been one to surround herself with a large group of people. Sure, during college she attracted enough attention from boys simply due to her looks, but they left her alone soon enough when she showed that she wasn’t interested in being anything more than just someone to talk and play video games with. Thankfully due to her kind nature she managed to avoid most negative female advances, though the period after her 16th birthday when she had explored the ‘darker side’ of things, due to her interest in the now known presence of vampires, there had received some odd looks in the cafeteria, once she toned down on black eyeliners, and reintroduced colours into her wardrobe that all faded away as if it had never happened.
For everyone else at least. Penelope’s closest, and longest friendships were now formed from those she made during her ‘gothic’ phase. Holly Montgomery became her best friend at that time, and they remained close ever since, even though Holly had left the U.K. to attend university in Canada (apparently smoking pot with the professors was a daily occurrence at the school she was now attending). She found the conversations she had with those people the most intellectually stimulating, and the things she did with them the most exciting. They had been the ones who she had taken her first shot (rum) with, smoked her first spliff with, her first boyfriend had been in that group of friends as well. Yes, they had dabbled in darker things, all appeared to be forlorn and depressed on the outside, but in reality they were as close as friends get, and they had been the first people (besides her brother) who Penelope had tossed aside her introverted nature for, and whom she let herself be a little wild, a little outgoing with. Thanks to them she became the well adjusted woman she is today.
RP Sample: It was snowing out, only a light dusting of the fluffy white stuff scattering the ground. Not enough to cause inconvenience, to walkers and drivers alike. Penelope had a seat near the window in a poorly lit restaurant, a glass of red wine sitting on the table set for two where she sat. She watched the flakes of frozen water, fall to the sidewalk, hit people in the face and melt to a tiny amount of wetness to either be evaporated or wiped away in due time. As these people walked by Penelope thought about what they were doing with their Thursday evening, where they were going, who they were seeing . . . if anyone. thoughts like this always filled her head when she was alone, detailed stories became imagined inside her head for a moment until the next person came along. The noise from the other diners didn’t disrupt Penelope’s thoughts, she had always been good at blocking people’s conversations out of her own thoughts unless she wasn’t particularly interested in what she was paying attention to anyway.
Penelope glanced down at her watch, the second hand steadily ticking away on the round face, hour and minute hand pointed to quarter past six. ‘He’s late,’ she thought, picking up the glass of wine and bringing it to her lips for a taste. ‘He’ll blame the snow.’
It had been a little over a month since she had last seen her brother over Christmas vacation, when they both had returned to their father and Mary’s home in Bath to spend the holiday. Immediately after New Years they had exchanged a quick goodbye, and headed back to their homes in Luton and London. A few days later he had made a call to her saying he was planning on coming to visit, because they hadn’t spent near enough time together over the break, and the two of them set a date to meet for supper and drinks. Now he was fifteen minutes late.