Here we are. Gonna update it fairly soon but wanted to get it up quickly.

[hider=Jasmine Plunkett][b]Appearance:[/b] Jasmine is Caucasian. She's a stunted girl standing at 5'1. Lean build, flat as a board, clear complexion. Very light blond hair, braided extensively and reaching down to her chest and shoulder plates. Pale blue eyes, with eyebrows almost always etched into a scowl. Average nose, thin lips. Never seen without her rasta beanie, which her dad bought for her some time back. Has a button with the number thirty-seven pinned to it. Accustomed to warm, baggy clothing on all occasions.

[hider=Digital dection done by me][img]http://i.imgur.com/EaV98eA.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Name:[/b] Jasmine Plunkett
[b]Age:[/b] 20
[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Years in Whittier:[/b] Five months
[b]Occupation:[/b] Unemployed
[b]Room Number:[/b] 1107

[b]Personality:[/b]

+ Consistently honest, not one to lie about much.
+ Handles hostile situations fairly well.
+ Trustworthy, follows through on deals and promises always.
- Adamant, even when proven wrong.
- Quick to make a play before thinking it through.
- Subtlety is an alien concept to her.

[b]Small Biography:[/b] Jasmine was born in the upper part of California under fairly normal conditions. However by some happenstances she's not privy to the specifics about, she was put up for adoption and moved out of the state during her earlier years. After some time of growing up into a rambunctious little girl in an average orphanage, she was taken in by a single father earning a modest wage and moved to Seattle. There she stayed for a good bit, further developing her tomboyish, constantly angry nature. Her new dad didn't seem to mind, but nonetheless she made sure not to cause too many problems for him. She got a cheap education, but managed to excel in most of her classes, particularly those of a literary variety. She displayed a, some would say, "colorful" choice of words. In Jasmine's own description she'd say, "I will scry the letter etches off my think-pan if I goddamn FEEL LIKE IT."

As time went on there was a gradual falling out between Jasmine and her guardian. He was incidentally the one causing problems around the household, getting involved with some shady individuals. Scams to nab some cash, mostly. He'd turned from a decent guy who wanted to raise a child after losing his first one into a wannabe criminal, thinking it was a better option to support the family of two than the odd jobs he was already pulling. Jasmine put up with it for the time being, hoping he would wise up and knock off his shit.

He didn't.

The turning point came when Jasmine's dad showed up one night with a gym bag full of money and no inclination to explain where it came from. Yelling ensued, with Jasmine threatening to call the police. The heat boiled down to an impromptu compromise - Jasmine would take some of the ill-gotten cash and move out to fend for herself, keeping silent about the ordeal, or she'd pipe up. Either way, she didn't want to be around anymore. Dad wished she'd see things from his perspective, but nonetheless, he let her go without incident, with both promising that they wouldn't rat each other out. Jasmine was left with one last bit of advice - move somewhere out of the way. Nice, cozy, safe.

Whittier was just the place. Jasmine always liked cold weather.

[b]Relationships:[/b] To be formed.[/hider]