Name: Jayce Thomas
Nicknames/Aliases: Jay, Kana
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 9th
Age: 18
Family:
Elliot Thomas (Father)
Lacey Thomas (Mother, deceased)
Kayla White (Stepmother)
Dylan Thomas (Elder brother)
Nicky White (Stepsister, same age)
Elizabeth “Lilly” White (youngest stepsister)
Occupation: Online musician known as Kana, known on various message boards, cashier at a CD store in the mall, Mix Tape, full time student
Likes: Playing instruments, her own laptop, quiet time to think, oranges, the safety of her room, cleanliness, swingsets
Dislikes: mud, speaking up, yellow highlighters, the sound of slamming lockers, graves,
Dreams: To make a friend in her college, to find a nice girl/guy, maybe to be an internet sensation musically, to go through life mostly unnoticed
Fears: speeches, lice, zombies, someone realizing she’s not normal, heights (she has a severe fear that she will jump off without thinking about it)
Virtue: Temperance
Partner: (leave blank)
Appearance:
Jayce is a small woman, always has been, always will be. She barely goes over the five foot mark, reaching 5’3” with a spare inch aided by her shoes. Her skin is relatively creamy, yet pale pink scars run along all of her body and tinge her glow of health to something slightly dimmer. In layman’s terms, it actually makes her look slightly sick and helpless. Thin, almost birdlike bones make her almost too skinny for women’s clothing (she can still fit in the girl’s section in everything but obviously, her breast size). She has red hair, the red the same color as marker on a white shirt. It reaches down to her shoulders and spills over, parts held up by black ribbons. Her favorite color, of course, is red. She has pale, almost pinkish eyes, done by contacts. They are actually light blue and almond shaped. Her curves are small, enough for her to prefer a sports bra. Her nails are painted light red just to match.
Jayce, being from a private school, has a long-standing attachment to her uniform. Therefore, she is wearing it most of the time. Since it is spring, she has switched early to the summer uniform. She doesn’t exactly notice it very much anyway so it’s pointless to look. So at the moment, she is dressed in a white dress shirt (male) and a plaid, pleated skirt. The skirt’s red and black plaid coloring is striking against her skin and reaches just above her knees. The end is slightly frayed from wearing. Followed by this are black, knee-high socks and brown Mary Jane dress shoes. Humble little things they are.
In a casual setting that doesn’t have her in a uniform (which is rare), she is normally found in a dark blue tank top and black jacket. Again she is in a skirt but this one is dark to work with black leggings and flats. In this outfit, her feet are bare and all of her hair is down. Instead of her ribbons, her long hair is held in a semblance of neatness by a large, dark-green beret.
Cold weather involves her in yet another type of outfit. (The actual colors vary depending on the day, but she knows her clothes). Long sleeves are everywhere and earmuffs of a varying shades of red are around her neck or on her head. She hates most hats. It’s also the only time to bust out the humble duck boots to get through the slush.
Personality:
Jayce is a girl who just wants to be normal. She takes great pains to appear that way. Small, shy, in the background, Jayce is silently wanting to join everybody but is too out of touch with reality to actually try. It takes more effort to pretend at normalcy than it is to actually be normal but that doesn’t stop Jayce from trying. She is not very good at making friends. Half her words are stuttered and murmured, despite the fact that she has very little in the way of bangs to hide her eyes. The floor or anywhere but the person’s face is her favorite place to look at. She can’t give away a single hint that that long scratch down her arm doesn’t hurt. It’s difficult, endless. However, she presses on, not sure of what else to try.
Jay has an extreme love of music and musicians. there is sheet music all over her wall and a keyboard sits, well worn and used daily, in her room. She practices with the extremity of someone who forced herself to be good at something. Jayce is not smart. She is just barely a little over average. However, to be that way is something she is not trying to change. Jayce has too much energy spent trying to remind herself what normal children do and keeping herself from collapsing every day from some silly comment or possibly getting up from having been run over by a bicycle. Because people just don’t do that. As such, because her focus is so narrow-minded, she barely has any friends, never having the development properly adjusted, not matter how her family worked at it. She was too shy to shout, too meek to lose her temper.
It takes a great deal to make her well and truly saddened by much of anything for herself. Pity is an emotion she dislikes and doesn’t understand. Being in such away, despite how pathetic she can clearly look, is enough to agitate her to the point of childish movements such as a sticking out of the tongue or huffy pouts. Her anger is mostly petulant, quick to rise and quick to fade. The few times you get a well and good sulk out of her are mostly when you consistently fret or worry on her well-being. Boy does she hate that like a dog hates vaccuum cleaners.
Also, this chick loves the internet. Give her a laptop and some cables and despite her abysmal ability in algebra, she is a whizkid with anything mechanical and digital. She loves it, always has. It’s how she got into the school she got into. Hands-on is her forte and seeing her working with it is when there is always a smile on Jayce’s face. It’s how she got on Youtube
History:
For someone who doesn’t consider herself quite as ordinary as she would like, Jayce had a moderately normal upbringing. Born in New York to a couple of geniuses. The youngest sibling at the time, Dylan was the one who would frequently notice her cut hands or bruised knees and take a shine to fixing them. After all, it was perfectly normal for little children to have such wounds. It was not normal for them not to cry about them when they bled quite so horribly as Jayce’s own did.
Sadly, there was very little that they could do about Jay’s disability when it was discovered, except teach her to be very, very careful. Her mother was usually in the hospital as it was. It was on one of these trips that she died, hit by a drunk driver when Jayce was sick. It touched their family quite deeply. Lacey had been an eternally cheerful woman, encouraging her children to explore their boundaries and teaching Jay to play the piano. With the loss, her lovable, outgoing father retreated into a quiet, solemnly cheerful individual. Her brother grew also, incredibly more protective. Even now, despite the fact that she is eighteen, he is still called a mother hen. He might as well be one.
It took about two years for her father to start dating again. During this, Jayce was enrolled in a private school. She didn’t complain at all. However, during that time Dylan encouraged a set of rules for her to follow, to be very careful in how she lived from that moment. Private school with real teachers and no real excuses could get her in trouble if they found out she was different. Her brother happened to be entering middle school at that time and he had learned very well waht the consequences of being different would be.
Despite this, Jayce did well. As well as she could. She was still crippling in her shyness and had few people to be considered friends. People talked to her a lot, but she wasn’t a shining student and never got shining attention. Well, except in the music room. However, that quickly frightened her and she soon took to practicing privately. This satisfied her through elementary school and part of middle school. It even helped her get through her father’s second marriage.
She did not hate her father for the actions he took, in fact she liked having a girl her own to admire and be all girly around her. She loved it. She also learned the wonders of the internet from this sister. It was quite amusing. They are always on Skype with each other, even to this day. Jay never considers herself quite so happy outside of music as with her stepsister.They work together to make her music videos.
Around the age of seventeen, she tried to get a job. It was hard. She honestly stuttered through most of the interview, barely preventing herself from falling over. However, it worked, just as Nicky’s persuasion toward making the videos worked. She met her Digimon a year after that, on the way home in a downpour. She had been in Central Park for hours, practicing her singing under a tree. It was risky to her health and self-esteem but she had done it, wanting to hear the difference in sound from her room. Taking the creature home, she called it a toy for her brother to play with, and hid it in her room. That creature became Jayce’s first official critic.
Facts: - Jayce has congenital insensitivity to pain, so she’s mostly immune to the drastic changes of temperature, or it’s more that she can’t feel it. Also, it hinders her ability to know she is hurt, so she will frequently keep working long after she should have stopped, even if her hands are bleeding.
- Jay is badly allergic to lemons and lemon products. She has a cat named Glitter (named by her youngest sister) in her room.
- Jay has horrible handwriting and would get out of every handwriting assignment ever, if she could.
- She also has a mild case of OCD that attacks whenever there are papers on the floor.
- Kana’s talents are occasionally spoken of in school, but for the most part, they remain an internet sensation, as she has never made a music video with her face.
Talents: Singing, audio mixing, gymnastics, sleeping anywhere, money, half-finishing sketches