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FULL NAME:: Jessica Marie Davenport
NICKNAME(S):: Jess, Jessie
BIRTHDAY:: November 3rd
PLAY-BY:: Jillian Murray http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0615050/
EYE COLOR:: Grey
HAIR COLOR:: Dark brown.
ANYTHING SPECIAL?:: Has her navel pierced.
LIKES:: Jess is a music buff. She is always listening to something. Same thing with movies, especially horror flicks.
She also enjoys shopping, being fashionable, even if her style is a bit eclectic and different from the other girls at
Woodsboro High. She also enjoys being captain of the cheerleading squad, which she splits her time with hosting the
radio show at school, and of course, she loves partying with her friends.
DISLIKES:: Jess HATES spiders. If you want to see her haul ass, just point one out to her and watch her run off.
She also hates stuck up snobs, which to her, are the preps at Woodsboro High, people who are close-minded,
waiting in lines, and being constantly reminded about the tragedy that happened in Woodsboro 15 years earlier.
HOPES:: Jess really hopes that people will stop talking about the tragedy in Woodsboro. She understands, it was horrible,
but it's in the past and the town hasn't seen such tragedy since. She also hopes to make it out of Woodsboro after graduation,
and head out to live in a big city, preferably somewhere like Los Angeles or San Francisco.
PERSONALITY:: A good way to describe Jessica is to say that she is an individual. She's different, but not in a
"I have blue hair and 100 piercings" way. It is more in a "I dont fall under a certain category." way. She doesn't have a
particular clique at school. She enjoys mingling with everyone. She is definately a people person. She enjoys being
sociable and getting to know people. She can be girly when she wants to be, she loves fashion and shopping and being
captain of the cheerleading squad, but she also loves to just kick it back with the boys, have a beer and watch horror movies
all night long. She hosts the high school radio show in the mornings, so people definately know who she is. Even if she is spoiled by her parents,
being wealthy and all, she totally doesn't let it go to her head. She's very down to earth and approachable. She is not afraid to speak
her mind, which has gotten her in trouble a few times. Jessica can be tough if she is pushed enough, which she could also be
very take charge. She is a very loyal friend as well.
FATHER:: Thomas, 40
MOTHER:: Debra, 42
HUSBAND/WIFE:: None. Too young to be married. She is looking for a boyfriend though.
SIBLINGS:: None, she is the only child and enjoys it very much since she gets whatever she wants.
CHILDREN:: She isn't very fond of children at the moment, but maybe one day.
HISTORY:: Jessica Marie Davenport was born to Thomas and Debra. She was born and raised in the little community of
Woodsboro, California. Her parents are wealthy. They are both movie producers, and have given Jess whatever she wanted,
up until this day. She traveled the world with her parents who were producing movies. She's been across the U.S,
Canada, Europe and Australia. She was very young when the original slayings occured. Casey Becker babysat her a few
times when her parents were out of town, when she couldn't accompany them. Jessica has loved horror movies ever since
seeing STAB one night on the television. She met Cooper in junior high, and they have been good friends ever since. She is best friends with Ashley. They survived the Memorial Week Massacre, Jess, Ashley, Grace and Reid. Not without some injuries though. Jess was in a coma in the aftermath of the massacre, waking up four months later. She missed college
registration and had to stay in Woodsboro for a year before enrolling as a freshman at Campbell College in Pennsylvania.
She has been changed, she is more hardened by the events that put her and her friends in danger.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. The last thing she had expected was to find Mrs. Brennan's body in
the closet, hacked to pieces. What had started as not-so-innocent fun with Reid, had ended with both
of them being covered in crimson blood. Pulling her dress down, Jess let Reid drag her out of the room,
his grip tight on her forearm, as they hurried down the hallway and over to the stairs. People took one
look at them, and began to flee. All her instincts screamed to follow, but fear paralyzed her on the spot
as she stood on the stairs with Reid, peering down as the house emptied out. Her heart pounded wildly
in her chest, threatening to burst. Her breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps of panic. She had never
seen a dead body so viciously hacked apart like that. Sure, she had seen some gory movies in her day,
but this was ten times worse. And it was real. The blood of the vice principal that covered them, was very
real. There was dark crimson staining the front of her dress, it was in her hair, it covered one side of her
face. She felt her stomach rising, she clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to retch.
"Hey! Come on, Jess." Reid said, taking her face in his hands. He turned her so she was facing him. He looked
just as bad as she did, the blood contrasting harshly on his white tee-shirt. It was still fresh, she watched
as a small tear of the crimson liquid dropped to the floor from the end of his tee-shirt. Jess gagged once
more, squeezing her eyes shut. "Jess! Come on! None of that. I need you here, okay? Stay with me, please."
he pleaded with her. She felt like her sanity was teetering over an endless black hole, ready to fall into it
and never return. She opened her eyes, focusing on the boy's handsome face. "Are you with me?" he asked,
his eyes burning into hers. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she nodded. "Good. Come on." he said,
as they ducked under the DANGER tape. Grace came over to them, her eyes wide. "Did I hear right? Felicia is
dead?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Felicia?" Reid asked, arching an eyebrow. "Mrs. Brennan." Grace explained.
Jess couldn't help but think of what had become of the vice principal. A sob escaped her throat as she looked
away, unable to hold back the tears that streamed down her face.