"If you don't want it, why'd you take it How come you bought it, just to break it If you don't love me then don't say Then don't say you do." Dark and mature themes welcome. No Animals or Incest. Straight No Ooc drama/bs
Stats: Name – Calamity Jane (No last name) “CJ” Ethnicity – Mainly Italian on her father’s side, Mixed on her mother’s Tattoos– several small ones in different places. Age – Almost 21 Place of birth – Elgian (fictional island near Greece) Occupation – Domestic servant in her grandmother’s brothel—The House of Light-- very elite. Zodiac - Pisces Hair Color – Dark Brown/Black Eye Color—Hazel Height - 5'3" Weight - 107 lbs. Hobby/ies – Singing, playing the guitar. Likes – To read, play guitar (been taking private lessons from one of the men that work for her grandmother), and sing but rarely gets to indulge in any of them. Dislikes – Living with her grandmother in the proverbial ‘den of sin’, beets, and people who chew with their mouth open. Quirk(s)– CJ has been a domestic servant in her own home; at first glance seems to suffer from mild to moderate OCD. She’s really just clean and very tidy. An aversion to the feel of paper. Strengths – Great at disappearing into the background. Actively listens, and observes those around her in great detail. Flaws – Innocent and Naive. Not good with normal human emotions due to the copious amounts of abuse she’s survived at the hands of her Grandmother. Seems detached from others, often preferring to be alone. Unable to relate to others due to lack of the soft skills she was deprived of as a baby/toddler, and friends as a young lady/adult. Abilities: Photographic Memory. Premonitions about events or people.
About me: Martha Jane Canary AKA Calamity Jane retired from her life of crime on the open frontier to open her own whore house or brothel, and became a prestigious but crude business woman. Out of that her daughter was born, to an unknown man, whom Martha aptly named Jane. Once of age, Martha accepted her daughter into the family business. What Martha had not expected was the well-off man named Leon who had taken a particular interest, had paid enough he could keep the lovely Jane for himself. As luck would have it Jane found herself pregnant and what her mother didn’t know is upon finding out the woman he loved was carrying his child, asked Jane to marry him. She agreed, of course, but wanted to make sure he was truly interested in marrying her for the feelings they shared and not some outdated sense of duty. He agreed to Jane’s terms, looking forward to the new life that awaited him, and his role as a father. Greed. It was by this particular sin that would shatter Leon’s world, when he received the devastating news that Jane had gone into premature labor and died giving birth to their daughter, whom was stillborn. The only part of that, that was true was that Jane did die, but not giving birth and Calamity Jane was alive despite her grandmother’s resentment. Martha had found the evidence that her daughter was never going to carry on the family business, and Martha Jane Canary had worked too hard to get where she was for her tramp daughter to destroy it; and the betrayal that had never came to fruition had struck a nerve so deep within Martha, she had to take matters into her own hands. Calamity Jane or CJ as she’d come to be known, was going to carry on their family legacy, whether she knew it or not and Martha knew just what she would do. My name is Calamity Jane. I’m going to be 21 soon and my grandmother hates me. Martha Jane Canary had earned quite a name for herself and had earned the moniker—Calamity Jane. A true frontier woman, with a bad habit of drinking and prostitution which was to fuel her drunkenness. As it would happen, like with any addiction, there would be consequences to those actions. This led to the birth of my mother Jane Canary. It was then my grandmother retired from her life of prostitution and instead opened a well to do brothel, that catered only to the wealthy, the elite, and the nobility of the time. Here, men paid the highest prices for the best girls, and their favors were not cheap. Martha Canary took every precaution to ensure only the best for her clientele, and built quite the reputation for herself, and her House of Light. That reputation expanded exponentially though when word went out that Jane’s up and coming initiation into the family business would be put on auction. billionaires, men of wealth and power, came from the furthest reaches of the globe to bid for the ability to bed the innocent Jane. This excited Jane, who was like her mother in many ways. The man who won, had insurmountable wealth but a penchant for self-indulgence that left Jane unable to continue working with other clients, and a child on the way. As the apple of my grandmother’s eye, Martha never forgave me for killing my mother with my birth. The man who had taken her daughter’s virginity had had also stolen her daughter’s heart, and with the cost of a baby had also taken her life. I was so aptly named Calamity Jane or CJ as the girls who worked for my grandmother would come to call me for my grandmother who was cruel and uncouth and entirely incapable of loving anything other than her alcohol and her money, never let me forget what a calamity my birth had been. Martha’s drunken rages were my least favorite, as these brought to the surface all her resentment and rage, and I was her scapegoat. The beatings I could bare, but the drunken slurs held some semblance of her feeling toward me when she could not maintain her pretenses. I wish like hell I could say I had grown accustomed to her verbal abuse, but it was never anything I could withstand. She said whatever she could say to me that would inflict the most emotion; to bring me to my knees where I would sob at her feet, it was then that she would kick me like a cowering dog. My grandmother would then pass out, and I would be left to take care of myself, and in those later hours of the night, while the house slept I grew resourceful in caring for myself. I’ll be 21 soon, and my grandmother is as determined as ever to have me take my mother’s place in the family business. She won’t tell me, but I know she is going to die soon, and she’ll likely leave the business to me, but not before I’ve been properly broken in. I refuse to follow in either her footsteps or my mother’s no matter the price. If left up to me, I’d burn The House of Light to the ground without a second glance. She intends to auction off my virginity but it will be a cold day in hell before anyone gets the chance to touch me.
