Name:
Jaycee Rae Moss

Age: 
Seventeen Years Old

Nickname(s): 
Jay

Clique: 
She prefers to find her friends based on personality, not appearance or cliques.

Appearance::
[IMG]http://i62.tinypic.com/jjs1w7.jpg[/IMG]

Personality: 
Jay is a confident girl who can sometimes seem like a cocky jerk, but often is just reassuring herself. She keeps her mind focused and calm, not letting anyone's spastic imagination make her mind run wild with dreams or goals. Jay finds her confidence in her past, keeping her mother fresh in her memory. She would have given anyone the shirt off her back, until she was betrayed by a loved one and it turned her heart cold. Jay is a trustworthy person, but she often is too blunt and scares anyone who doesn't truly know her away. A few close friends is all she has, and needs. Jay doesn't believe in rules or restrictions. She doesn't play by the rules or fight fair. Jay believes that no one will protect her so she must protect herself. It is said everyone is either a leader, or a follower, but Jay doesn't consider herself either one. Jay prefers to call herself a opportunist. She makes the best of the situation and can \listen to valid opinions or lead others who wish to join her on her journey.

Crush:
TBA

Relationship Status:
Single

Hobbies/Interest:
Jay is an artist, charcoal and lead sketches mostly. She keeps them in a deep red colored sketch notebook in her bag at all times. Jay also likes to listen to music of all kinds, but likes to pay attention to the lyrics and try to decide what the artist was feeling when the song what written. She loves to "human watch". She constantly is observing what is around her and contemplating what others are thinking, what they are doing, and often draws her surroundings in her sketches. 

Short Bio:
Jay was born to a single mother and absent father. Even though while growing up Jay could not afford much and did not go much of anywhere, her mother raised her to the best of her ability. Her mother worked two jobs and had to get Jay a babysitter for hours Jay was not at school and she was working. Jay stayed with an older spanish lady, whom she soon was very close to. Jay lived a childhood filled with imagination and freedom, then one dark night Jay awoke to a hair-raising scream. That scream that was of so familiar, was coming from her mother's lips that quivered as another familiar frame held a gun to Jay's mother's head. The gun fired, placing a bullet through the back of her mother's head. Jay couldn't scream, she couldn't make a noise, she couldn't move... The blood from the splatter of the gun shot ran down her face. She could never forget that warmth she felt of the red liquid as she watched her mother's body collapse to the hardwood floor at the feet of no other than her killer, the woman that had put her to bed at night, the woman who she at dinner with, her babysitter. 

Several years later, at nine years old, Jay was taken out of foster care, and put into a juvenile rehabilitation center. There, Jay would spend her life from the age of nine years of age to fourteen. Jay was not crazy, she knew that, she just couldn't control the nightmares. They came with such force, she refused to sleep. She threatened her own life, wanting to rid her mind of the horrid memories that flooded back each and every night. She was monitored day and night, fed a special diet, didn't get to see outside, wasn't allowed to write anyone or receive any letters.. They had her on maximum lock down, afraid she would take her own life, but what they didn't know is they drove her farther into the darkness. At fifteen years Jay was taken out of the rehab center and adopted by a family who specialized in raising "special" children. Jay doesn't get along with them, they want to contain her and conform her into their ways. But as Jay says in her favorite quote, "All good things are wild and free."

Other:
Jay has dreads and they are black and bleach blonde, but the ends are a deep red. She has a piercing on her right eyebrow, on the middle of her upper lip right under her nose, and her ears are gauged out. She is a smoker, and normally has a cigarette in her mouth if she's not in class.