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CaptainEm’s comments from the Prison RP group.

Hey hey hey anyone down to Rp?

Basics: WIP
Name: Juliana Jordá-Amaro
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Questioning
Nationality: Catalonian American
Place of birth: Glendale Arizona
Crime: Kidnapping, Arson, Breaking and Entering, five counts of Murder


Physical Characteristics:

Picture: ((Unavalible drawing app is being a butt and out of notebooks, but I didn't want to put this aside so I'm going to post pic ASAP))
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 148 lbs
Eyes: Brown/Black
Hair: Dark Cocoa brown
Distinguishing features: A surgery scar on her abdomen, white ink tattoo of a butterfly between her shoulder blades
Habits: Trying to reach for a gun holster but forgetting she isn't a detective anymore
Hobbies: Scrapbooking, Dog walking, Jogging, going out to the Shooting Range (at least back when she could)
Favorite Sayings: "Stay back!", "I'm not one of you.", "Everything will be fine . . . Eventually?", "I just don't know."
Disabilities: Homicidal Somnambulism, sleep apnea, disrupted sleep patterns
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.): Generally athletic or outdoorsy with a casual flair
Greatest flaw: Hides behind the badge
Best quality: Silver tongued (Used to handle hostage situations as a detective other than her usual work)

Description:

Personality:
Strengths: Maternal, perceptive, physically tough
Weaknesses: Her pride, her lost authority, her shame, mood swings
Introvert or Extrovert: Formerly Extrovert, but became reclusive after being charged and arrested.
Goals: To prove her innocence (Like that will ever happen XD)
Fears: Being targeted by inmates, being hated by her son, sleeping, someone she arrested in the past hurting her loved ones, finding out she really did murder her spouse and neighbors.
Likes: Wide open spaces, coming home to her husbands cooking, vacations, laying out in the sun
Dislikes: Cop shows, 'proud' criminals, press, corrupt lawyers, the smell of gasoline, being known as lesser than someone

History:

Childhood: Juliana lived a decent childhood in a decently affluent home with her immigrant parents from Catalonia. The small family resided in Chandler, Arazona while not entirely questioning why her father wanted to go to this specific state. None the less she had a relatively happy childhood, often playing around with the neighbors kids and sneaking peaks at action movies her parents would watch past her bedtime.
Teen years: Juliana was often doubted by her peers of her ability to be a part of the police force due to how emotional and scattered she was. But over all, she had a pretty normal (at least in her eyes) high school life. The occasional annoyance in classes, the very few crushes or fun little outings with friends. To her, this was nothing noteworthy, though in the mean time her hanging out with friends so much provided time for her parents to continue dealing drugs under the protective eye of Julianas uncle David Jorda (currently working in the police force)
Adulthood: After graduating college and required education to enter the police force, she joined the Glendale Police department (where she was living in an apartment). After three uneventful years of everyday police work and handing out traffic tickets, she managed to get herself a job as a detective, well it wasn't fabulous. She was mostly sorting papers for the first three years (now twenty four years old). Though on her fourth year, while working on a robbery case, she met the owner of a little resturaunt next door to the crime scene (a jewelry shop). He had a handsome face and a gentle look to him, and his name was Diego Amaro. Even after the case was said and done, she was always drawn back to that area, Diego was so hospitable, a good listener, Juliana always felt calm aroun him, that year she was happily married and moved into a much nicer home that was given to Diego by his affluent family. Their first attempt at a child, was a failure. He was a miscarriage, sure Juliana was getting a better grip of her emotions, but this set off her extreme mood swings once more. Even the police force told her to take time off and receive counseling before she could return to work, one year passed and the greif was tucked away. Not quite treated but she wanted to get back to working as soon as possible.

After a wonderful accident and months after returning to work, James Amaro was born, though now with a kid in the house Juliana couldn't help but shake off the first kid the couple tried to have. After eighteen years of watching Jame's life go by adn turning fourth three, Diego and Juliana at last have the home to themselves. A home that would be vacant after Juliana is found sleeping by the nearby highway covered in blood and gasoline, after killing and burning her husband, her neighbors and their children.
Elderly years: n/a

Family:

Siblings: n/a
Spouse: The late Diego Amaro
Children: James Amaro (alive and attending a university near San Francisco California)
Parents: Francesca Jordá and Gabriel Jordá
Grandparents: dead n/a
Relationship status: Single

Other:

Favorite animal: Cats
Favorite flower: Poppies
Favorite food: Esqueixada
Pet: n/a
Theme song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=t8GnpG_... After Shocks from Next to Normal . . . That or Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=s65dMww...
Birthstone: Sapphire
Birth flower: Aster
Astronomical Zodiac: Leo
Symbol: ?
Element: Fire
Jewelry: n/a
Chinese Zodiac: Pig

*peaks in* 'ello?

"Oh, you're just gonna stop so easily. Just as I thought, if you're fists hasn't say anything surely there is nothing here for you. Fine by me, fine . . . By . . . Me." Claude snickered and looked at his fellow inmate with an expression resembling how one might look at a poor and naive child who said something outrageous yet down right hilarious. "So what now? What else can you do besides make whatever you touch suffer? Ya got anything else?" Claude paused, his grin slowly growing before he backed up, shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Yep, a one act show. Typical."

Awwwwwwww okie *smug slowly rising* I'll get right down to it <3

Hmm . . . Tempted to make another character . . . Hmmm

"I might be the most irritating, but you are the whiniest I've ever met," A Smug grin began to rise onto Claudes face as his 'good old scumbag' arose. "Complain, complain, b*tch and moan, really can't you say anything else besides that? Why not just I don't know, just keep quiet? Hey how's about I cut ye're tongue out? Won't that be interesting?"

". . ." Claude simply stared with a stoic and almost, annoyed expression. "Yes I still bleed . . . . Yeah tiredness comes . . . A lot especially when I have to deal with your whining . . . Yeah I suppose it's nice, because that means I got one up on ya. I suppose this, oh what'cha call it, gift? Is something that makes our chats much more pleasant . . ."

"Even if I can't talk to ya, you can't just cut out my tongue, what's that gonna do? A little infection, guess that could do a man in, but really what's it gonna do? If I live I'll still be here, then again I suppose you got nothing left to loose, not that you can gain anything more anyway . . . Though cutting your tongue out, might be so much enjoyable for me, why? Cause it'd hurt that pride you hold to deal . . .'' Claudes voice was deadpan, but dripped in amusement at Dante's hopeless dreaming. "Cmon now, you don't hate me that much right?"

"Pfft, me? Lucky? I suppose . . . But I've always dreamed of being able to feel more, what's the weather like? I can't say, am I dying, who knows? But what I do know, is that you can feel pain . . . Y'all don't know how lucky ya are . . ." He shook his head at the man before giving him a light flick on the shoulder and a bored stare, 'No wonder he's so dust dumb . . . He doesn't know what he has . . . Doesn't appreciate it . . . But I guess, that's just what makes him fun. "Now enough real talk, how can you be so ignorant as to think something like this is a blessing, sure I can walk it off . . . But how can I know when to pull back . . ."

Claude's head was simply tossed aside a tad at the mans blow. But Claude simply turned back to the boy, again still faking disappointment. "You know, you're really . . . Starting to bore me . . ." Claude flung a blow to Dante's jaw, only raising a brow at the redhead, "Of course I didn't feel that, you're just as weak as you are inane . . ." His dusty blue eyes, lined with dark circles, shifted from Dante as he took a look out for guards. "He asked for it . . ."

"Ah, you're finally up . . . I was getting pretty bored." Claude, still looking at him, this time with a book in hand. "You were out for a while . . ." Snapping the book shut, Claude stood, dusting off his clothes and adjusted his hair, "I mean what was it . . . A few hours . . . Plenty of time to think to myself . . . That and wonder how I got stuck with such a load of scum . . ."

"Oh, oh I see now. Ha, someone help this dumb boy. Ya gotta actually hit me," Claude pushed off from the boy, standing back. Arms open, and looking as if there wasn't a care in the world. "What, afraid if I ain't lying on the floor begging for mercy you might be seen as . . . Oh wait, you're already weak . . . Hm, I'm almost getting bored of you . . .'

The auburn boy let out a disappointed groan, muttering something about how, "I'm surprised he didn't figure it out yet . . ."

"Now now if course I ain't done," Claude took a small glance at Dante's attempts to ease the grip . . . This of course only made his want to tighten his grasp, but he'd rather have the prick alive than dead. Claude kept a grip on Dante's throat, not enough to strangle but it was something, and kept the other loosely at his side. "What, ya ain't gonna fight back? Come on I'd like to see ya try, try and hurt me? Can't be that hard . . . Right?"

Claude quickly straightened out his short after Dante's grip finally left him before murmuring and making his way back to his bed, thinking to himself how odd it was seeing Dante so calm. 'I suppose I have to wait for him to come down ey? Hm, I'd like the banter a bit more if he wasn't so lazy . . .' Claude sat on the edge if his bed, his hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees, and hunched over as he stared . . . Waiting for good old 'whiny brat' Dante to return.

Claudes eyes only widened a tad, but he calmed after realizing Dante only grabbed and punched him, nothing fatal so nothing worth reacting to. "Hm, well my problem was that I was bored . . . But I believe you can solve it" Unfazed by the hit, Claude simply returned the favor and gripped the younger mans throat and with his other hand slammed his fist right into Dante's abdomen, "There, we're even. Now doesn't that feel better?"

'Huh, new record . . ." Claude nudged Dante's flipping off hand to the side before sighing and grinning a tad, "I just wanted to see how you were holding up, no freedoms, no life, not that you ever had one of course, or did you. What? You also have a whiny melodramatic past? Um, I think I know what this is, you're compensating. Now for what I don't know, your lack of shame maybe?" Sure Claude would normally prod at another for doing just as he is, but they are able to surfer in certain ways that Claude can only dream of.

Claude was . . . Puzzled, though ammusing the nature of these rambles were both hilarious and . . . Odd, "Did you just . . . Eh never mind, you mentioned something about how pathetic you are."

'So . . . Apparently I . . . Um . . . What? Huh, I guess any old person looks like someone he's bumped an ugly with . . .'

The man shrugged and slowly began to reorganize his thoughts, before allowing his smug grin to return as he began to try prying Dante's hand og his shirt.

Claude was on his usual stroll pacing about the courtyard, letting his thoughts trail off and letting himself day dream . . . Until he saw a certain cellmate, "Well I'll be D*nmed, it's sure nice to see the likes of you again. What are ya up to? Trying to relive your miserable life?" Claude made his way to the cellmate, standing squared off to him with a blank expression. Now starting his internal timer on how long it would take till Dante told him to f*ck off or something.

"Um, nope." Claude continue now just poking the back of Dante's head, doing so continuously again and again. Humming a bit with a stoic and sleepless face. It was quite fun watching him react to the first book sure, but he was suddenly craving more. Still waiting for Dante to come down from his high, and to be more . . . Reactive