Name: Janine Bishop
Age: Mid twenties
Social group: Hustlers
Type of Person: This kitty’s got claws. What an easy way to sum Miss Bishop up. Janine was sassy, and particularly catty to those who she did not like. No, Janine is was not a b*tch, but she did demand respect, every aspect of her did. From each mascara covered eyelash, to every perfectly styled tendril. Janine was relatively vain, and prided herself in her flawless creamy complexion.
It wasn’t that she was rude; it was the fact that she was somewhat untrusting. To be blunt, you have to try if you want her friendship. Although no effort ever goes to waste, and once you find yourself on her good side, there is nothing she wouldn’t do to keep your ass covered. Lies? This lady doesn’t lie, because you only lie when you’re afraid, and it was an emotion Janine had only felt a few times in her life. Whatever fate, karma or time had thrown at her, she accepted it with grace and had risen to the challenge.
Girls like Janine weren’t expected to “roll” with the Hustlers. Privileged, white, and grown in the suburbs. At first people would think it was a joke. But Janine was real, fierce and not afraid to get her hands a little dirty. Her father was wealthy, so she did not have to commit some of the crimes her friends had in the struggle to earn money. But it didn’t stop her from doing it anyways. You see, Janine was too stupid to realize that what she was involved in was dangerous.
Bio: Janine was born to two wealthy parents, who owned their own very successful business. She also had a younger brother by the name of Lukas, who she took care of… A little bit. Janine was never really home by the time she was thirteen. By the time she was fifteen it was lucky if she got in by twelve am. Twelve was early. You can thank little structure and laxative rules for that.
But that was then, this is now. Janine isn’t really even at college to seek an education. It’s for the parties the new people, and the independence. She loves to keep busy and always going. Her courses go neglected, and college is more like a vacation then an opportunity. The only reason she went on this trip is because her friends were fighting, and she left so they could work it out, and she wouldn’t have to deal with all the drama.
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