JENNIFER JOY ROTHSCHILD

the basics

full name ♦ Jennifer Joy Rothschild
nicknames ♦ JJ, Joy
age ♦ Twenty-one
birthday ♦ June 25, 1997
occupation ♦ Student
school ♦ Primrose Academy
species ♦ Human
ability/power ♦ Duplication
how the ability works ♦
Joy possesses the ability to replicate herself, others, and potentially objects, though she hasn’t tried that last one. In order for her to create a replicate of anybody, she must be concentrating on doing exactly that, and for this reason it is hard for her to do it accidentally. However, she can certainly fail to do it when necessary, or under great pressure.

Currently, Joy is limited to four replicates at any given time, though the more replicates that she has in existence, the quicker that she tires out. These replicates must stay within 100 feet of her at all times, or they will break apart, looking much like TV static as they go. At the time of creation, anything that might be “wrong” with the person that she’s duplicating, such as illness or injury, will automatically apply to the duplicate. This being said, any injury that the duplicate sustains while created does not return to the person being duplicated, though they will react the same way that any person sustaining that damage would. Keeping duplicates in place does take a toll on Joy, however, and while she’s been practicing with her ability, she gets tired maintaining just one duplicate for half an hour at a time. For her own purposes, she’s never needed one that long anyways, but apparently that’s not good enough for the people helping her work with her ability.

One drawback to the duplicates that Joy has yet to discover, is that they do have individual thoughts and personalities. The longer that she keeps these duplicates around, the more evident that this is. The experiences that these duplicates have are what will shape their personality, so one that’s always getting caught is more likely to want to obey the rules, one that’s always in charge of dealing with her conflict will become confrontational, etc. This can go counter to the purpose that she creates them for, which is going to be really annoying to her when she figures it out. Another drawback is that the duplicates depend on her consciousness. This means that if she loses consciousness for any reason, or if she gets too hurt, or dies, the replicates will dissipate.
gender ♦ Cisgender female | She/her/hers
sexuality ♦ Pansexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Kaya Scodelario
height and weight ♦ 5’6” | 120 lbs.
identifying features ♦ Joy has two tattoos, a vine with some flowers on her foot and one on the left side of her ribcage that reads “one day at a time” in script. She also has trackmarks on her right forearm, as she’s left handed. In addition to that, she has a smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and striking blue-grey eyes that almost everybody remembers.
overall appearance ♦
JJ stands at 5’6”, but almost everybody thinks that she’s shorter due to the way she carries herself. She’s almost always slouching, and is certainly not the type to wear heels. In fact, she rarely dresses up, preferring to be comfortable. That is not to say that she doesn’t dress somewhat fashionably, just that she prefers fitted jeans and shirts to skirts or dresses. A lot of her clothes are also flecked with paint, mostly because she spends so much time painting that she stopped caring whether or not it got on her clothes. Her long brown hair is almost always worn down around her shoulders in relaxed waves, though she will occasionally straighten it. Her most prominent feature is her light blue, almost grey, eyes—it seems like a family trait, though she likes that they almost look inhuman.

the personality

likes ♦
-Getting high
-Art, specifically painting
-Comfy clothing
-Music
-Getting tattooed
-Dark colored clothing
dislikes ♦
-People who try to take advantage of her
-Her family
-Waiting for anything
-Going to class
-Not knowing what she’s going to do with her life
-People who try to get her in trouble
strengths ♦
-Charming
-Confident
-Creative
-Determined
weaknesses ♦
-Impatient
-Deviant
-Authority issues
-Self-destructive
dreams ♦
-To be more than just her last name. She’s grown up under the Rothschild family shadow, and she’s over it.
-To sell her art based on its merit. She wants to go down in history being known not because of her last name, but because she made something beautiful that made someone feel something.
fears ♦
-Falling into the family line. The last thing she wants is to be some banker or stock trader somewhere, and having a desk job is actually one of her recurring nightmares.
-Not gaining proper control over her ability. While she isn’t really ready to leave Primrose just yet, she does want to master this thing that’s holding her back.
overall personality ♦
Joy is something of a social chameleon, with a tendency to flip between standoffish or cold and charming or sweet, depending on the person, situation, and what she wants. That being said, she’s the kind of person that everybody knows but very few people get close to. This is possibly due to her business-like nature, she views most interactions as strictly business, and avoids taking any sides when it comes to ridiculous personal feuds. She has a tendency to treat everybody the exact same way, whether they’re the queen bee or the lowest rung on the Primrose Academy social ladder.

Just because she treats everybody the same, however, doesn’t mean that she’s outrun her family legacy. The Rothschild family is one of the original banking families, which means she was raised with this cutthroat and competitive nature. As a result, her basic principle is as long as someone pays for goods and services rendered, they’re okay in her book. Due to her rather cutthroat tendencies however, if you burn her once? You’re out. She is also rather sarcastic, something that she’s certainly known for, but her dry sense of humor means that it’s often hard for people to tell whether or not she’s kidding.

When she’s not skipping class or in the art studio, she’s often found in her room working on something art-related, or seeing half of the school so that they can buy their drugs from her. Despite everything that she has learned in her life, she does have a tendency to dip into her own product, and while she certainly hasn’t gotten to the level of addiction yet, it’s something that worries her. She certainly wouldn’t be the first Rothschild to develop an addiction to something, and she’s beginning to wonder if she doesn’t have the same kind of addictive personality as the rest of her family does.

the history

father ♦ Richard Rothschild, 55, Investment banker
mother ♦ Eliane LeRoux, 49, Actress
siblings ♦ None
important people ♦ None
hometown ♦ Manhattan, New York
overall history ♦
TRIGGER WARNING: substance abuse, mental illness





“I didn’t speak from age 5 to age 8. I was conceived while my mom was doing ecstasy. I’ve never seen Titanic.”

It’s supposed to be easy to pick out the lie, but you made this one intentionally hard. In fact, the most tame one on the list was the one that was a lie. You definitely saw Titanic, you saw it about five times and the first time you watched it you cried like a small child. It wasn’t until years later that you realized that it was bullshit that Jack died, there was plenty of room on that door for the both of them, and that Rose was a fucking moron. Maybe not the best opinion for the only child of an old-money family to have, but you didn’t really care.
You don’t remember not speaking so much as you remember hearing about not speaking, but you aren’t about to argue with your mother’s memory of what happened. You don’t really remember your supposed motive either, but knowing you, it was because you could see your voice, and you hated the color it gave off.
As for your mother conceiving you while on ecstasy… that was a story that you were told one night when your mom was on one of her red wine and valium benders, though it didn’t really surprise you. Your mom’s former drug use was well catalogued in every tabloid, and frequently referenced, so by the time you found that one out you felt both intrigued and grossed out. After all, as far as you were concerned, your mother was leagues above your father, and a shotgun wedding was the only real explanation that you could come up with as far as why they were even together.

“I have synesthesia. I can make duplicates of myself. I love being told what to do.”

Anybody who knows you well knows that the lie is that you like being told what to do. From the time you were a kid, you hated being told what to do, be it to clean your room, do your homework, or anything else on the long list of commands you had started ignoring from a young age as a way to get attention.
You don’t know exactly when your synesthesia presented itself, but you know that you were young. You literally can’t remember a time when you couldn’t see sounds as color, or taste the words on a page that you were reading. In fact, there were times when your synesthesia kept you up at night, because every single sound your heard presented as a color in your field of vision, and made it impossible to sleep. That being said, it was also the reason that you got into art, so you could express the things that you so that other people would understand.
Your ability first presented itself when you were 12 years old, and there was literally no motivation other than not wanting to clean your room, and wishing really, really hard that there was another you to do it for you. And just like that… there was. Granted, there were some repercussions; she had a splitting headache afterwards, and it made her want to sleep for about fifty years afterwards, but she did it all the same. When you were thirteen, your parents shipped you off to New Orleans and Primrose Academy, and that's where you've been since.

“I got my first roommate kicked out of Primrose. I’ve done Salvia. I’ve never done heroin.”

The lie is the Salvia, you wouldn’t touch that shit with a ten foot pole, not even if it was a matter of life and death. You’d heard enough stories about how vivid the hallucinations were, and you already feel like you see too much because of your synesthesia. In fact, because of the fucked up shit your five senses do in a daily basis, hallucinogens aren’t exactly at the top of your to do list. They’re on the bottom, right underneath asking a homeless person to spit directly into your mouth.
You’ve done heroin though, and the euphoric rush of it was something that you’ve never really been able to replicate in a way that wasn’t drug-induced. The first time you did it was at a party, off Primrose property of course, when you were only seventeen years old. It was the first thing that quieted your synesthesia and enhanced your power, leading to three replicates hanging out around you in similar states of euphoric bliss. Thankfully, you were at a party thrown by gifteds, for gifteds. Over time, you gained control over your abilities even during the drug use, and it was from there that you slowly began to build up a tolerance to the drug in general. Which meant you needed to get more.
You don’t like thinking about your first roommate, and bringing that one up gives anybody who’s playing with you a much better shot at getting that round right. It’s common knowledge that your first roommate got kicked out of Primrose Academy, but nobody really knows why, except for you. Lena was the first person you sold to, and when she started demanding you to cut your prices or give her more, and threatening to tell the administration about what you were doing, you knew she had to go. So you arranged for a little… accident. She was a pyrokinetic, and it was all too easy for you to make it look like she had started your room on fire… with you inside it. All it took was a few of your best customers confirming that she was the one with the problem with you, and Lena was kicked out of the Academy. Did she feel any guilt? No, not then and certainly not now.

“I’m afraid I’m getting addicted. My mother told me my art would never amount to anything. I can get anything into this school.”

You realize too late that none of these are lies, but they’ve already been said and you’re scrambling. You settle on the first, both because your closest friend said it and because it’s essential to your reputation to never admit that out loud. And to your sanity, for that matter. Addiction is something that runs in your family, but it’s never something that could happen to you. You’re above that. That’s a Rothschild trait, and while you might be a Rothschild, everybody has made it perfectly clear that you are the black sheep of the family in every other way.
Your mother did tell you that your art would never amount to anything. It was the last summer that you spent in New York, you were sketching when your mother, with bags under her eyes and the stink of stale whiskey on her breath tossed your sketchbook across the room. She said a lot of hurtful things that day, things that you tried to let roll of your back, because you know how your mother is. Once the alcohol and the pills wear off, she’ll apologize and things will go back to normal, but the words still sting, and you can’t help the dull ache that starts up in your chest every time you think of them. You never talked to your mother about it outright, but you always found excuses, reasons why you couldn’t go home for the holidays or during summer break. The truth is you don’t want to even look at your mother; she made it very clear that she doesn’t believe in the one thing that brings you joy (that isn’t drugs), and you don’t need someone in your life who won’t support your passions.
In the beginning of your little drug dealing business, it was exclusively weed. Over time, it expanded; you would bring new product back from New York with you, sell it to your classmates, but once it was gone, well, it was gone. So you reached out your connections, working your last name conveniently into the conversation with high end dealers until you finally had your own connections. Now, you can get anything almost on demand… provided the exorbitantly wealthy gifted children of the world were willing to pay for your services. And if they aren’t, well, as far as you’re concerned, they can take their money and risk it with someone who could rip them off somewhere in New Orleans proper.

the role player

alias ♦ Sara
age ♦ 25
pronouns ♦ She/her/hers/ship whore
code ♦ Admin Edit
other characters ♦ Cora Elaine Marshall , Sophie de la Cruz , Joshua Eliot Holmes, Piper Addison Davies , Mallory Nadine Butler , Sirius Lee Perona , Andromeda Hawthorne , Sebastian Hallewell , Scarlett Jane Hallewell , Rosalie Ava Girard