Jade Avery Taylor

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Female | Bisexual

90s Grunge Trash | American | German/Sweedish/Irish/Canadian/Polish | Caucasian | Raised-Catholic(not severely though) | Independent(has Liberal and Conservative political beliefs) | Speaks German and Polish fluently, as well as Sarcasm and Pig Latin; can also throw a bit of Klingon and Al Bhed in there(yes she’s a nerd)

Part-Time Waitress

Jade isn’t quite a petite girl, but she’s not exactly built enough to be considered curvy. That isn’t to say that she’s without some curves, but it’s irregular and inconsistent. Like, for example, her ass is round and firm, but still too small in overall-width to have a curvy appearance. As for the rest of her, she still has a fairly leanish frame. She is well-equipped with admirable bust that garner her a lot of attention from both sexes. She isn’t too tall, either. Average height for a caucasian female of her age. She has golden-blonde hair that reaches down to about halfway to mid-back, and her eyes are mixed with a hazel green and ocean blue hue.

When it comes to fashion, Jade prides herself with the nostalgia to the 90s. Most likely, Jade will be caught in denim and flannel shirts(assuming she’s not rocking one of her many nerdom or band-dom merch), baggy jeans and shorts, boots that aren’t supposed ot go with “that outfit” but because she’s a rebel, she will do it regardless of opinion. There’s also a choice of denim skirts/shorts that Jade will also choose to wear out of preference. One last thing: JAde always wears her black leather jacket that she has had since her fourteenth birthday. It holds a personal significance to her, for it was given to her by her Uncle Charlie, who has been more of a father to her than her own scum of a father could even dream to be.

Jade has a certain way of making herself to appear. Though not always, she does double up on the eyeshadow when she feels the need. She normally lets her hair hang down. In the rare occassion that she’s feeling for a ponytail or something unnatural, one would be able to see that she wears rather…interesting jewelry she chooses to wear. Sometimes it could be flashy and surprising for someone like JAde to wear. Then there could be times where she would wear the kind of jewelry that you would expect someone like her to wear. Of course, earrings aren’t the only kind of jewelry she wears. She has a fine collection of bracelets and rings and belly rings and earrings and an assortment of everything in between.

Whether you know Jade on a personal level or just as someone passing in the hall, you were surely to hear how she takes no shit. And how she’s honest — sometimes to a fault. She speaks her mind whenever she damn well pleases. Whether or not it’s wanted isn’t exactly something that Jade worries herself with. She’s going to tell you what she thinks about you regardless of where you stand on it. Frankly, she just doesn’t give any fucks. No doubt she has used her clever tongue to try and sweet talk herself out of sticky situations, be it with the law enforcement of the town, of her school, of her house, Jade sure has a talent of being a slick talker.

Jade is always up for an adventure. In a small town, one has to find these little adventures because life in Wentworth can get a bit dull, so Jade has to find innovative ways to keep boredom from dropping to all-time lows. Sometimes this will get her into trouble; not exactly with law enforcement because there’s a lack of that in Wentworth, but there’s always the girlfriends of men that catch her attention, girlfriends of women that get her attention.

What can Jade say for herself? She loves fun. But she’d be damned if she waits around for any man or woman. She is what you would call impatient. She may love the thrill of an adventure, but hates waiting for one.

One wouldn’t think it by looking at Jade, but she is actually quite fragile. Of course, no one would even begin to assume as much because of how confident she appears to be. But, of course, this is simply a front, or at least partially. She does have confidence. And she is everything that she appears to be, but there is much more to her than simply being the life of the party. At least, that’s what she would like to believe.

Deep down, Jade has ambitions and goals she wants to achieve in life. She also has a lot of love and admiration to give. But, being treated the way that she has in her life, she assumes certain “roles”, almost to the point where she often forgets about the goals that she has set for herself. Or if not, then she simply puts it way back into her mind where it’s buried like a long list of things she shoves back there.

In truth, Jade really is fractured in a lot of ways. Her self-esteem isn’t exactly a worry, but it’s her trust and self-worth that are the main issues with her. As noted beforehand, a lot has happened to her in life that made her not trust easily. It’s the exact reason why, when it comes to relations past the point of moderate-friendliness, she keeps others at an arm’s length. It is not apparent to many - or Jade herself - that she does this willingly, or as some kind of defensive mechinism. All that is known is that she tries to push people away before either a, she hurts them, or b, they hurt her. Better save both of them any future time and grief, yeah?

”Music is my life.” — Jade finds music to be her one saving grace. Throughout all of her shit luck, it’s been the only constantly good thing in her life. And to her, she sees it as a way out of Wentworth, and to better places.

Like most in Wentworth, Jade doesn’t have that much of an exciting story. Like most, she was born and raised in Wentworth, Colorado. Her family as a whole aren’t rich nor are they poor. Boring and basic as it may seem, it’s just how it’s been for Jade, or rather, the Taylors. Well, calling them “The Taylors” would be a bit of a stretch. It’s just Jade, her Uncle Charlie, and his wife, Veronica. Charlie works out of Denver and Bianca works at the local diner, so not much to tell there.

A little background on Jade’s parents. They are junkies. Druggies. Useless waste of space. If you ask JAde about them, she’ll tell you as much. They weren’t the best parents. When they had her, apparently things were great(according to her Uncle Charlie). But as with all things, time made quick work of that, and would reveal that, not only did Brandon and Melody Taylor have no business being parents, but they were shitty people to boot. Instead of spending their earned paychecks to help provide for their only daughter, Jade, they took it upon themselves to feed to their addictions. For Brandon, it was heroine. And if he couldn’t get that, he’d settle for the over-the-counter variety, Dilaudid. As for Melody, she was a simple one. Her tastes always aligned with pain medications. Either it was vicodin or oxycodone, but whichever she would be able to get her hands on, one could wager that she would spend her money on that rather than food or rent.

Time would prove to be limited for Brandon and Melody as their habits got reckless. It got to the point where Jade would have to be removed from their care temporarily, and live with her Uncle Charlie and his then-girlfriend(now wife) Veronica Taylor(nee. Salazar).

Jade living with her Uncle and soon-to-be Aunt was only supposed ot be temporary, but due to her parents not really fighting the Colorado court on custody(they showed they were incapable of caring for her), so Charlie and Veronica got sole custody of Jade, and that was the end of that. For the next six years, Jade would live with them, and find herself enjoying it quite a bit. She loves her uncle. Always has. And her Aunt is someone she bonded with when she was around thirteen(something bad happened that Jade needed a womanly figure for, and they bonded).

Self Explanatory

Wild Child

Best Subjects - English, Lunch, Pissoff the Teachers 101
Worst subjects - everything else

Hobbies include

• Songwriting/Music
• going on adventures
• Video Games

Ashley Kaitlyn Samson
↳ _{Call her anything other than Ash or Ashley and expect to get hurt.}

08/16/1999
↳ _Seventeen

Female (she/her)
↳ _Bisexual

► Punk/rebel
► Tomboy
► Stoner
► Escapist
► “That one skater chick”
► Hater of gym
► Hipster
► Most Likely To Be Getting High In The Forest
► Matchmaker

Cashier
↳ _{Hopper’s Corner}
► Ash also mows the lawn for Remy’s grandparents and helps his grandmother Robin water her plants, pull weeds, and trim leaves every Sunday. More often than not, his grandfathers aren’t home - either at the diner or somewhere in this small town - but she gets nice cold lemonade (made by grandpa Blake), cookies, and listens to sweet piano tunes played by Remy’s handicapped grandmother Irina.

Hazel eyes dotted with caramel flecks, slightly tanned skin lightly dusted by freckles on the cheeks, and an absurd lack of care about decency - if you’ve seen Ashley Samson once, you should recognise her instantly.

If it weren’t for her constant style changes, that is.

That’s right, this girl changes her style so often that it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to believe she were some sort of half-human, half-chameleon experiment crafted in a cold, damp basement by merging her DNA with that of a chameleon. Well, maybe it would be too far-fetched. But it’s still possible. Right?

Speculations and theories aside, Ash’s current style (and hair) serves the opposite purpose of a chameleon - in other words, she sticks out like a sore thumb. With long, flowing blue hair that is typically accented by a beanie worn in all weather conditions, and clothing most associated with the term “stoner hipster”, Ash would totally suck at hide and seek. Or, well, any other hiding activity. Now, this is honestly not unusual for Ashley (given her one appearance at the school in a tie-dye shirt that read “As Seen On LSD”), though it’s certainly off-putting for newcomers. If you’re a cruel, judgemental person, that is.

Now, if she weren’t currently going through a “bright colours, bright colours everywhere” phase, one would expect Ash to show up to school in a bikini for all she cares. She’s not the type of person who’s afraid to expose most of her 5’8” tall, guitar-frame body. Not to say she likes showing off her apparent beauty, but rather she’s incredibly laid-back, and, let’s face it, high most of the time. Of course, many places have a ban on a lack of modesty, with a startling increase of these bans, so the stoner hipster’s often stuck with loose jeans and a t-shirt when she’s going through a “casual” phase.

As for Ash’s hair, well, that’s probably on a whole new level. It’s stylised and dyed so often you’d think she were both running out of ideas and of hair. Her natural hair - something that hasn’t been seen since fourth grade - is a short, chestnut brown afro; tame, but still full of curls. However, since then, that afro has been lost in a sea of haircuts, dyes, and weaves. Ashley’s favourite hair colour is blue, and she likes it so much that she re-dyes her hair blue a lot, in various lengths and styles of hair. Her most notable “blue” style is an undercut - swept up, with the majority of her hair an aqua colour and the rest remaining a chestnut colour.

To sum it all up, Ashley’s appearance is unpredictable and, quite often, wild.

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴘ ᴏ s ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ﹕
► Understanding
► Willing - and attempting - to change
► Loyal

ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ﹕
► Stuck in the past
► Stubborn
► Sometimes a little too paranoid

ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴇ ᴇ ﹕
At first glance, Ashley can be intimidating, depending on how you interpret her… audacious nature. However, this minor bump is most easily forgotten once her aggressively social side kicks in and she insists on at least having one conversation with you. Ash is very accepting of her faults - some of which can slip through, especially little “bitchy” mannerisms that are hard-wired into her brain from Denver - and, if you’re courageous enough to speak up about anything, she’ll gladly listen and try to change; even if she sometimes doesn’t succeed. She’s stubborn about a lot of things, most notably skateboarding and how it’s the next best thing in this damn world after pizza, but even if she can’t change, she’ll still bite her tongue if it’s enough of a gripe to annoy someone.

When it comes to loyalty, Ashley is one of the fiercest people in the town. You fuck with her friends, she’ll fuck with you even worse. It’s probably a bad idea to get on her bad side - even if she hates gym class, her constant skateboarding and climbing means she can easily throw a few hard punches, and she’s not hesitant to do so if you piss her off enough.

ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴋ ɴ ᴏ ᴡ ﹕
There’s honestly not much Ash hides under the surface. She’s an incredibly open, friendly person, and she doesn’t want to hide herself from the world anymore. However, there’s just one small detail that remains locked away firmly. It’s a secret that requires a lot of trust and friendship to discover - the absolute pain she is in over her stillborn brother. Even after all these years, even if she was far too young to understand the severity when it happened, she can’t help but wonder ‘what if?’. The idea of having a brother is annoying to most, but to her, she’ll forever wonder what it would’ve been like to have someone to guide; to be a role model to someone. It’s something she’s been trying to let go of, but so far her hands have been stubborn.

► Living in San Francisco
► Making a name for herself
► Owning a tiger cub

► Outliving her friends
► Drowning
► Abandonment
► Becoming a bitch again

► Weed
► Helping people out
► Skateboarding
► Getting high in (or just exploring) forests
► Art (typically sketches of animals)
► Fireworks (especially on Independence Day - people are pretty creative)
► Recreational walks
► Climbing in the woods (or anywhere, really)
► Secretly, cooking, even better with locally grown product. She doesn’t want people to think she is conforming to the stereotype that all women must cook.

► Authority (more specifically, teachers)
► Her parents’ unreasonable expectations. Thank god for her grandma.
► Gym class (not Remy’s dad, just the class)
► Wrinkles (thanks to her father)
► Bystanders, especially when it comes to helping someone in need
► Being underestimated
► Fanatics (like zealots but her hatred doesn’t only lean toward religious figures - since supporters of any cause could be extreme and filled with spite)
► Litter bugs, pollution, and those that disrespect the Earth
► Being bored. Boredom fucking sucks.

Born and raised in both Denver and Westworth, Colorado, respectively, Ashley Samson, the daughter of two loving parents, both who work under the law, found herself hating the criminal justice system. Denver, where crime has increased significantly since pot was legalized in 2012, but a small fraction of it relating to cannabis offenses, and Westworth, where the only crime that mattered was failing to have a good time. Colorado was one of the first states to legalize recreational marijuana and people continue to bring awareness to the pros of weed and how this illegal drug trade could turn into a legitimate enterprise, ultimately bringing in revenue for the entire state. The FBI’s violent crime data is based on four offenses: murder and nonnegligent manslaughter, forcible rape, robbery and aggravated assault. Even if the crime falls every day, the violent crime rate in Denver is one of the highest in the nation: “The chance of becoming a victim of either violent or property crime in Denver is 1 in 25.” (NeighborhoodScout.com).

Why are we focusing on the statistics of Denver and not Westworth? The city known for its’ invention of the cheeseburger, home of the chicken that lived headless for 4 years, and the inspiration for the book “America the Beautiful”! Well, that’s where Ashley’s parents currently reside at, while she stays with her grandma Sally to have a small town upbringing, away from the city. It’s something she fought her parents with at the end of her fifth year because of how much she hated the city. Plus, it’s also a place Ashley grew a strong attachment to since she spent most of her childhood, during the summers, there with her grandmother (her grandparents divorced a long time ago). This made her part of the community naturally and a well-known face among the residents of Westworth.

As much as she wanted a normal life, with an Average Joe family and a kind childhood, Ashley was never given the satisfaction and/or peace of mind. Deacon Samson, assistant district attorney, and a southern gentlemen with roots from Tennessee married a fiery, African American police officer, Savannah Parker. Long story short, Deacon wanted to get far away from his family and after he graduated college, his current employer gave him a job opportunity in Denver, Colorado. That's where he met the love of his life at a coffee shop whose family was only a two hour drive away, in a little town called Westworth.

Getting back to the point, Ashley was eventually brought into this world and all she was ever exposed to was rules, regulations, and guidelines. Her father may have been polite to those outside, but he was still a man who liked things to be a certain way. Anyone who entered their humble abode would always point out how organized and neat everything was. If he found anything out of place, he would set the world on fire. This is not saying he was a bad man, he just made it extremely hard to... have fun. He was the type of man that would bounce a quarter off a bed to make sure the bed sheets were tight and without wrinkles.

Then there was Savannah's way of parenting, which was a constant reprimanding. Whether she was aware of her words or not, she had the tendency to point out one's flaws, weaknesses, and lack of achievements. She had high expectations for her daughter - expectations that, to this day, haven’t been fulfilled. Instead, Ashley used her grandmother’s home in Westworth as a means to escape and do what she wanted, when she wanted. At first, it started off as her summer vacation hot spot but once her mother had a stillborn baby boy, when Ashley was five years old and too young to comprehend the sadness behind what her mother had experienced, her parents became more lenient at sending their daughter to her grandmother’s during school week vacations, when she was sick, and even some weekends.

Elementary was god awful for Ash. She was subjected to being bullied not only because her parents were law enforcers but also because she, herself, was an eccentric individual that was not afraid to speak her mind. Her grandmother’s fiery spirit emitted from her and even if people verbally and physically abused her, she refused to back down. After fifth grade, she did NOT want to stay in Denver anymore so she spent the next year going back and forth with her parents until they finally gave in and allowed her to live with her grandmother and become a full resident at Westworth, Colorado.

After the move to Westworth, life started to look up a little more for Ash, not to say it had been completely filled with bleakness and dreariness prior. The bluenette managed to settle in just fine, given the town was like a second home to her originally, and she had no trouble finding her way around, either. Ash could also finally act like herself - in Denver, in order to be a part of the clique that was her class, she had to act like a bitch; mock the new kids, look down on the people that weren’t considered ‘cool’ by the majority, and so on. However, in Westworth, she didn’t need to be a total bitch, or even be more reserved so that she could slowly get the people around her used to how she normally acted. No, this was perfect; she could do whatever she wanted. Well, anything legal, at least.

This also meant the transition into high school was rather easy for her. She’d already been classmates with quite a few of the Westworth natives in the class, and others she’d seen out and about. One of the most notable of these was Remy - she’d been friends with him for a while, even when she lived in Denver, and she helped out at his grandparents’ house every now and then. The bright boy’s smile was enough to make Ash a little bit happier each day, though she’d never admit it; she’s far too busy trying to discover his crush so she can play matchmaker. And get him into weed.

Moving on from the familiar faces, Ashley made it a priority to befriend the newcomers to the school; ones that had recently moved to Westworth. Despite having visited Westworth for as long as she could remember, she still felt like the odd one out in the most unlikely of places - her “home”, Denver. This experience was far too harrowing for Ashley, especially once she got older and the true horror of her late brother set in, and she was honestly far too afraid of someone acting a certain way to please a certain crowd. One of the most notable friends she made (thanks to the help of Remy) was Jareth Wells; the local stoner emo. The weed-smoking she could get behind, and his music taste wasn’t too shabby at all. Needless to say, Ash was determined not to let her gripes of the past get in the way of her future and her friends.

Now, instead of seeking places of refuge, she’s learning to let go and looking forward to everything life has to offer.

N/A
↳ _{If thoroughly convinced, she could join a club of a subject that interests her, but she’d rather toke up in the forest for now.}

Even if Ash has a reputation, it’s unknown to even her. There’s so many widespread varieties of opinions about her that nobody even knows which one is the popular vote.

► Art
► English
► Maths

► Gym
► Biology
► Chemistry

► Will fight you if you offend her friends