odessa edan jacobsen

[ODESSA EDAN JACOBSEN]

-- ODESSA EDAN JACOBSEN !

-- NAME: Odessa Edan Jacobsen
-- NICKNAMES: Dessa, Dessy, Dess, OJ
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 27 & August 15.
-- BIRTH PLACE: Cape Cod, Massachusetts
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Air Force Private
-- PLAYED BY: Freja Beha Erichsen

-- PERSONALITY !

-- DEDICATED: Odessa has always been taught, particularly by her father, to always be dedicated to those around her and things she said that she would do. She sticks to her word, her friends, and her duties. Obligations are kept organized and fulfilled in the period of time before they are needed to be done. Friends are always the most important part of the day, especially if they need help or a quick word of advice. Even people who she doesn't generally enjoy being around were always to be given a helping hand without a drop of doubt or hesitation. Her father always gave her these lectures, stories and experiences of teamwork and friendship from his years in the Coast Guard. A promise was more important than any social obligation, and promises always included schoolwork, jobs, and favors she owed. Thus, as a child, Odessa knew better than to do anything halfhearted without dedicating herself fully to the cause.
-- SELF DEPRECATING: Odessa has always been a little hard on herself, whether its doubt in her moral compass or regret in her past choices, Odessa often judges herself more than anyone else. She's always been kinder to others than she's been to herself in times of crisis, simply because she thinks she should simply be doing better than she has been. Her father taught her to be above those who weren't raised the way she was. It's simply what she knows. Her parents lectured that she was to take care of others before herself, and even through that she should be able to keep herself well groomed, dressed, and behaved. Perhaps it's simply the pressure of living in the shadow of her father and brother and the memory of a disapproving mother, but no matter what she does, she tels herself she can do a little better.
-- DETERMINED: Maybe it's part of the self deprecation, but Odessa has and will always be determined in many ways, to exceed expectations, to be the woman her father wanted her to be and her mother never thought she could be, to do what's right in her own eyes. She's a fighter, one of the first things that inspired her to be a soldier, and she will do what she needs to to make things right in her eyes. She's not one for giving up without a fight or at least a good reason. If she wants to tell you something, she'll tackle you if she has to so you'll listen. If she's been told there's something she can't do, just to spite you she'll run out and do it.

-- LOVES: her father and brother, her work in the military, black and green tea, metal toed boots, facebook, seafood bakes, jeans, leather bracelets, her fellow guardsmen
-- HATES: people looking at her funny when she says she's in the military, skirts, trains, clothes that don't have pockets, bees, audiobooks, getting her hair knotted up, daisies, losing competitions, not fulfilling promises, being the topic of gossip

-- HISTORY !

Odessa was born in Cape Cod to an already broken family. Her mother and father had just gotten a divorce when Lena Scott, not much of a child raising woman herself, discovered that she was pregnant. There wasn't much of a child custody case, Lena wasn't ready or interested into being tied down to yet another child, seeing that she already had a four year old son she had just washed off her hands, and she only popped in occasionally to visit the children, and only when they were near. Her now ex husband and Odessa's loving father was Byron Jacobsen, a Coast Guard member. He moved the kids into the house where his mother had lived and he had grown up as a child. He wasn't the ideal or perfect father, always a little gruff and never very good at showing his emotions, but he was determined to be the father of the two best raised kids in the Cape.

And so he did. Elijah and Odessa Jacobsen were well raised as children, with a grandmother taking care of them in the mornings and a father coming home in the afternoons to supervise homework and extracurricular activities, their lives were structured and well balanced. By the time Odessa started middle school, she was ranked five in the school tennis team during early fall, and played defense in basketball during the winter, and was a starting lacrosse player during the spring. She did rather well in her studies, though she was particularly poor in science, and her french could use more than a little bit of work, but no matter what she did, Odessa tended to feel a little overshadowed by her brother. He seemed to be the very definition of perfect, and a whole four years ahead of Odessa, by the time she got in high school and started making impressions of her own, Elijah had already been accepted into the Naval Academy of Annapolis. Odessa's father was overjoyed, having attended a military school himself, and while Odessa was proud of her brother, she knew she would have to work a little bit harder to fill his ever growing shoes.

Once Elijah graduated, Odessa had a small group of friends made of a few of her brother's ever present fan girls who peppered her with questions about when he'd be home (Christmas) and what his shoe size was (13) and whether he walked around the house with no shirt on (Far too often). But Odessa's main friends were a group of guys and girls who played sports during the year, one of the closest being Hardy. He was very close to Odessa and shared her interests in the military. They grew closer and closer, dating on and off their senior year before joining the Air Force Academy together for college, and then the Air Force. They joined the same base, Hanscom, which wasn't too far from home, and starting rooming together in a small apartment once they were through with training. They never truly said they were dating, but were clearly more than a little close for most of the time. Eventually, the two of them were sent out on a temporary deployment to Afghanistan together after a few years of training. Hardy was an aerial gunner, and Odessa was a flight engineer.

Things seemed to be going ok at the least. Hardy finally asked Odessa out after dodging around a few weeks before they were officially shipped out. The plan was four months of active duty. Hardy made it through three and a half before being injured in the shoulder during a small fire fight, and was sent to Germany for recovery. Odessa stayed back until her deployment was done, and by the time she got home, Hardy was back where he'd always been, in the little apartment they called theirs. She took cared of him and helped him with the things he couldn't handle himself, but he spent more time inside the apartment, and Odessa started to spend more time outside of it. It was during this period of time that she became reacquainted with Bates and Virginia, two distant friends from high school. Both soon became much closer, and soon Bates was constantly seen by Odessa's side.

She never intended for him to be anything more than just a friend, but soon she discovered she no longer had any feelings for Hardy. She broke up with him, and tried to keep from immediately dating Bates, but within the month they were together. A few of her friends, especially military friends were clear about a disappointment they felt in Odessa for moving on past Hardy so quickly, and Odessa soon began to feel some guilt and doubt about whether she had been faithful to Hardy during the time she met Bates.

-- SAMPLE !

orleana slipped on the f train just before the doors slipped closed. running a quick hand through her hair and feeling for moisture, she walked towards the middle of the train and held on to one of the poles; all the seats were full. she never minded standing on the subway however, the undulating train reminded her of drifting in the water back home, or in the pool during her first summer with her foster family. with the smell of rain still in her nose from outside and raindrops laying gently over her forehead, the concept of being near water was very easy to place, and orleana closed her eyes to help finish the image.

she always rode the f train to the small diner in manhattan, before her afternoon cooking classes down in brooklyn. the f train was her main source of transportation, and she was glad she hadn't missed it that morning. she most certainly appreciated the cheap transport that the train gave, but she often wished that she simply lived in manhattan. she really could have used the extra thirty minutes of sleep last night. instead of getting the sleep she knew she really did need, she instead had made a bowl of cayenne butter popcorn and watched the travel channel until she passed out early in the morning. she knew better, but she really was beginning to miss her home, the waves, and the scent of salt in the air.

but never mind that, orleana thought as she opened her eyes slowly and shifted her center of balance as the train began to pick up speed. she'd be mortified if she ever fell while standing, as she often did when first moving to new york. she couldn't believe that had only been six years ago. it simply felt like yesterday. now, she was practically a true new yorker, except for the accent that still lilted over her words gently. a true new yorker, who worked a job that barely paid the rent and knew all the best spots to grab a bite to eat, see a cheap local show, go out for a night on the town.

no matter how much she missed the bright skies and warm weather of trinidad, she was quickly beginning to call new york her home. her family was here, and though she rarely had time, she was beginning to make a few friends in her cooking classes. as she gripped to pole to accommodate for a quickly stop the train made, she thought of the opportunities simply moving to a different city had brought her. one day she'd stand before the counter of her restaurant in manhattan, the one that looked exactly like she'd always dreamed and know that it'd all been worth it.

until then though, she needed to focus on not falling down. she shifted over a few poles to make room for new people walking on the train and looked around for an empty seats, but she saw none. she sighed under her breath and pulled her satchel tighter around her waist.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: GUESS WHO
-- AGE: FOURTEEN
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: SOUTHERN, UH, FEMALE?
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: ADVERTISEMENT ON FATE IN NYC

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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