Jenna Bloom

Will the faithful be rewarded...

Punisher

When we come to the end?

[attr="class","about_1"] Basic Appearance

I can see the soul within

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Jenna is a little tall for a girl, about 5’11”. She is also fairly thin, model thin if you will. Her habits have ruined her body and she coughs a lot, spraying phlegm everywhere, which can gross people out. Her face is a little blotchy, but the not blotchy bits are very pale and she looks far from pretty. Her stringy brown hair is tied up with a giant white ribbon and reaches to her butt, even when tied up. Her light green eyes are dull with a hint of madness in it. The clothes she wears, other than the outfit she came in which consists of a brown jacket with an orange shirt, a short blue skirt, and thigh high boots, is what people would call “slutty.” She wears extremely short skirts that show her floral panties and revealing shirts, not caring what other people think. Oddly enough, she loves thigh highs and tights, fishnet tights preferably.

[attr="class","about_1"] Personality

Will I miss the final warning...

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Jenna is fairly lazy, not usually wanting to do work unless it’s something “fun.” Her recreation time is spent ruining her body with various unhealthy habits and she doesn’t care one bit. She’s dead, so what’s the problem? One thing she finds “fun” is hurting others. She didn’t discover she was a sadist until she started hurting her boyfriend and boy did she found hurting others sexy. She knows that women aren’t supposed to be stronger than men but she still likes to hurt in any way she can. Whatever she can get her hands on, she uses it to hurt and have “fun.” You can say she’s a party girl in that regard, always looking to have a good time. Heck, she wouldn’t mind sex if it eased her boredom, but other things can do that so she doesn’t really need it anymore. Yes, she’s a slut, but she doesn’t really care what other people think.

Likes: Hurting others, drugs, cigarettes, sugary things, trashy romance, thick makeup

Dislikes: Pressure, pain, sour things, tea, bugs, sjw feminists

[attr="class","about_1"] History

From the lie that I have lived?

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Before -

Jenna was born into a well to do middle class family with a silver spoon in her mouth. Being the youngest of her siblings, she was often babied and sheltered when she was very young and had a wonderful childhood up until she was able to go to school. Then her parents put pressure on her, wanting her to be successful like her other siblings. They forced her to take many different activities, from music to sports and a whole other slew of things.

She hated it, in all honesty. She wanted nothing more than to escape the responsibility and just live life the way she wanted to live. She would argue with her parents, true, but their word was law and she would often feel frustrated that they didn’t understand the pressure they put on their daughter.

Then she met a Fallen. They offered to give her a chance of freedom, a wish granted, if she would allow them to take her soul. She readily accepted, saying that she didn’t want to be the perfect daughter they wanted her to be anymore. With the contract sealed, the magic took effect and she was able to see what happened next.

Apparently her parents started to ignore her. When she wanted out of the activities she was in, they readily accepted. When she failed a test, they ignored her. The freedom of not being pressured was intoxicating and she was soon doing less than pleasant things that others would frown upon. Drugs, alcohol, sex, she did it all and she became the black sheep of the family, though only her siblings saw that.

Though she did poorly in just about everything, her parents still wanted her to go to college, so they got some friends to pull some strings and allowed her to attend a college that was close by. She grudgingly went, but soon found the college life fun. She got to party whenever she want, do whatever she want. It was fun, and she loved it a lot. She even managed to get a boyfriend, who she loved very much.

That is, until he pushed a button. Enraged, she slapped him across the face and when she looked upon his hurt face, she felt…happy. She felt excited. So she continued to mistreat him, all of it escalating quickly and she found the abuse so much fun. She wanted to see him in pain. She wanted her friends to be in pain. Her siblings. Her parents. She wanted them all in pain.

The climax came when her boyfriend couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with her. She was drunk at the time and she immediately attacked him. But before he could run and call the police or something, she hit him with the glass bottle she was holding. She bashed him on the head until he fell unconscious and then she took a knife and slit his throat. It was intoxicating and soon she was out to her car, driving while drunk. Then she crashed into another car and her world went dark.

After -

In all honesty, she had forgotten the deal she made with the Fallen. It had been a long time and she was too busy having fun to remember such a deal. So when she was taken to the Wailing House, she screamed. She cried. She lashed out at anyone who would get near her, though she was swiftly punished. While she was a sadist, she was far from a masochist. Everything just hurt and all she wanted to do was to get back at them.

Of course, fate eventually smiled upon her. She was able to rise up in the ranks, her rage making itself known to the masters. They promoted her to be a punisher and though she had a hard time comprehending the fact that she could now hurt others, the euphoria from hurting others soon took over. She wanted the world to know of her pain, and she was going to do that by dishing pain out herself, gender be damned!

[attr="class","about_1"] Other Information

I am not worthy of this