REDFEARN, Jagger Scarlett

[Jagger Scarlett Redfearn]

JAGGER SCARLETT REDFEARN

FULL NAME: Jagger Scarlett Redfearn
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: Twenty Three
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Photojournalist for a Rock Magazine

HAIR: Long light brown hair. She tends to style it differently, depending on her mood or what she's doing that day.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: None at the moment.
PIERCINGS: Not even her ears
PLAY-BY: Alycia Debnam-Carey

LIKES: Extra buttery popcorn, heels, caramel lattes, almond biscotti, music, films, writing, music videos, directing, hanging out, night clubs, tight leather pants, check shirts, pumpkin pie cheesecake, sister nights, fantasy novels, DIY, supporting local businesses, one of a kind jewelry, rock climbing, big headphones
DISLIKES: Pumpkin pie, plain lattes, unscented anything, Pina Coladas, skanky girls, tons of makeup, pearls, reality television, weak tea, screaming children, cold takeout, the colour pink, cockroaches, clowns, snails/slugs
FEARS: Losing her dad, cockroaches, slugs
SECRETS: At sixteen, Jagger told her dad she was spending the weekend at a friend's house doing a group assignment and added that she wouldn't answer her phone except to say good night and good morning so she could focus. Reality of that weekend was spent in a seedy motel off the interstate doing what had started out as an assignment for the local television show she was producing and ended up being a couple days in a honeymoon suite with the guitarist of the band, rolling around on the scariest sheets Jagger never wants to think about again; ever. She obviously doesn’t regret the night, or the many that followed, he became her first boyfriend but he was three years older than her and she didn't want her father to freak out.
PERSONALITY: Jagger is a bit all over the place. She's hyper but she's very focused, she's sensitive but an unfiltered loudmouth at the same time. She's sweet and can be very charming but she's also one of the guys and a bit crude. Do not let her high heels and tight leather pants fool you, this girl is most definitely not a girly girl. She may wear the sweet, pretty clothes but she'd much rather be in her tight pants, preferably leather, check top and heels any day of the week. She's not the most outdoorsy of people though she's hit a rock climbing gym without a second thought. She's a huge fan of yoga, especially the gear, and working for what she's got. Her father raised her and her twin sister well and Jagger knows the meaning of a dollar and a day's hard work. She wouldn't be where she was without that influence and the influence she was lucky enough to get from her mother before her passing. Jagger is too driven to do nothing with her life, she worked hard through school to get a scholarship, even a partial one, so her father wouldn't have to worry so much. She's got such a big heart and with all that volunteer work and everything she'd been so lucky and extremely grateful for the advantages she's gotten. She's definitely not the girl who is going to take any of it for granted. She's still so young but she's also wondering if she'll have the epic love story she always imagined her parent's love was. For now, she's happy to see what each day brings her.

MOTHER: Carla Mae Greene, deceased
FATHER: Graeme Francis Redfearn, fifty
SIBLINGS: Dodger Redfearn & twenty three.
OTHERS: Brent Woodard & twenty six, guitarist of Dusty Boots (and first boyfriend/still occasional fling when they're both single anyway)
And the rest of the guys from Dusty Boots, too.
PETS: Dodger's American Curl named Brian, two!
HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New York.
HISTORY: From what Jagger understood of her parents, Carla had meant for her father to be a rebound fling, someone to help her get over the ex-boyfriend in her life. It gave Jagger mixed emotions but as she'd gotten older, she understood a little bit more. Graeme was stable. He owned his own hardware store, a shop he'd built from the ground up with his father's dreams keeping him going. Carla was used to the finer things in life and spent her time before Graeme being wined and dined by the rich and frivolous. Graeme's business was his life and he put most of what he'd earned back into it, improving it and making it better than before. He didn't take her to the fancy places she was used to, instead he took her to the places he knew served up the best meals in the area. He was kind, whispered sweet nothings to her and loved her. Carla's pregnancy came as a shock but Graeme promised to take care of them, assured her that he would always be there, more so when they found out Carla was carrying twins. .

While the older of the two twins was named after Graeme's favourite sports team, the second was named after the lead singer of his favourite rock band. Jagger was quite thankful for the name she'd been given. It had opened her up to the music that she loved move than anything. Her name, the reason behind it, was all she'd needed to become obsessed with music. She couldn't play an instrument to save her life and carrying a tune came and went with the song but she loved it all anyway. Carla had been too exhausted to argue the names and too concerned about being a bad mother, that it had sort of slipped her mind. It hadn't matter though, Jagger at least, loved her quirky moniker.

Jagger had been an equal opportunity attention seeker when it came to her parents. She wouldn't favour one over the other and she would happily play them against each other if it meant getting that cookie before dinner, extra scoop of ice cream or that sleepover she wanted. Her mother got frustrated with her that she wasn't a girly girl but neither was Dodger. At least Jagger's neat braids were intact when she got home. She had always loved when her mother did her hair for her in those elaborate braids and curly ponytails. It was by far, the most girly thing about the youngest twin. Much like Dodger, Jagger was an active little girl, choosing to play along with the boys than fiddle with the Barbie dolls other girls fawned over. She wasn't as much of a fanatic as Dodger about sports but that was only because she had music holding her close.

A highway pileup injured dozens and had seven confirmed deaths, Carla's being one of them. The girl's were thirteen when this accident happened. They were pulled from their classes so their father could tell them the tragic news. Carla had been driving to visit and friend, celebrate a birthday when a truck lost control and the aftermath was as horrific as it sounded. Carla was DOA, Graeme had been told that she'd died instantly on impact and that she hadn't felt it. It was a small mercy. It was a hard time for the entire family, of course, losing a mother and a wife but they had each other to see them through the darkest of it all. Dodger didn't mention their mother after her funeral much, if at all and Jagger had taken quite the same route for the longest time. She didn't say another but had instead taken to writing everything down, starting a journal of sorts. Instead of writing down all her daily doings however, she poured her feelings into the books she filled, turning her emotions into poetry and songs.

Though Jagger hadn't been as close to her mother as she could have been, they had their moments in the morning when Carla would fix up her youngest girl's hair. She could do her own of course but it wasn't the same. Jagger wasn't exactly bad after that but she was a bit more wild than Dodger. Dodger at least was active when they watched the games though Jagger had never missed an outing to a game. Sitting in front of the TV though, watching one wasn't something that interested her as much; which was why she was usually found in the room with headphones on and music from her parent's generation bursting her eardrums. After her mother's death, she fell into a sort of depression. It was more rut than anything and it got so bad that even her teachers noticed something amiss. While Jagger had never been a total extrovert, she'd never been one to sit quietly in a corner either. She engaged in arguments, gave opinions during conversations and enjoyed a little back and forth when the passion of the subject took hold.

The school counsellor suggested Jagger sign up for a local television station on a cable network. It didn't reach many people, certainly didn't go outside the city but it was something and she needed the volunteer hours. Figuring what the hell, she went down to the studio and inquired about a position. She had an interview right then and there and walked away from the studio an hour later with an information packet and a start time. She would be there afterschool and on weekends when she wasn't working. She knew once she brought it to her father, he would change her hours around so she could do both. The programme she'd been assigned to was boring as hell and made her fall asleep more than once. It was great getting to know local business owners and all, she'd even gotten her dad and the hardware shop on there once but it wasn't what interested Jagger. She had gotten through her hours that first year when she'd still been a freshman in high school but she'd liked it enough to stay on and wanted something to really sink her teeth into. It was while she was watching videos on Youtube that she got her idea.

Within an hour of that initial thought, she had her entire plan worked out, typed up and printed off. She'd even put it all in a folder to be presented to her boss. He thought it was a great idea, to get local, underground bands, all sorts of musicians into the forefront, get their voices out there. The problem Jagger had was that he wanted to give it to someone else to run with. She wanted it and fought for it. She loved the underground scene, loved hitting up all ages nights, since she was still only sixteen. She fought so hard for it, was so passionate about it, Alan agreed to give her one shot at it. She had to produce the whole thing herself with only herself and a cameraman to work with. It was difficult but Jagger had always thrived on challenges. She pulled out all the stops, forced her way in and found herself standing in front of a local band she'd been following for a little under a year. Dusty Boots, an odd little homage to the country upbringing of the lead singer before he's family had uprooted from Tennessee to New York, were young, excessively hot and extremely talented. It was this group of guys who taught her to play the guitar, though she can easily admit that she'd not very good.

It was also that group of guys that Jagger tagged along with to a gig just outside New York, just off the interstate. It was a dirty dive bar attached to a motel that had scary looking sheets, carpets that Jagger swore were covered in blood and she didn't want to even think about what else could be in there, or what that stain in the tub was. She'd been following them for two months, her assignment on them over but she'd become friends with the band and had wanted to go when they'd invited her along. She'd lied to her dad, got her friend to keep the secret for her and away she'd gone. She had been flirting pretty damn hard with the guitarist, Brent and it seemed like the feelings were definitely mutual. Jagger spent the day with the group, laughing and joking around with them, hanging out and kind of interviewing the guys for another assignment. Her boss had already given her the go ahead to give more bands the airtime to see their fan base grow so she had some questions for the first band about her next steps, who they thought she should tap for the next special, as they'd been dubbed. It was a good day and then they'd killed it up there on that small, dirty stage and with the adrenaline so high and the chemistry between Jagger and Brent so thick, they'd started with a kiss at the bar and ended up rolling around in the sheets of the only room Brent had been able to get the rest of the night and part of the next day.

Their fling became something more stable over the following months but Jagger was still nervous about telling her father. He was three years older than her, already nineteen and it was a big enough age gap to have him seeing red. So she thought it was better to keep Brent to herself for as long as she could. Sadly, their relationship, such as it was, wouldn't last as long as she had hoped. The special she'd produced and ran about them blew up after it aired and the attention they'd gotten from it also exploded. They became a mainstream band seemingly overnight thanks to Jagger. Of course, it also meant she was also busier than ever with the studio, running more and more of the music specials than before. She and Brent saw each other when they could but it wasn't like it had been before he'd become famous. Jagger couldn't be upset about it, she'd done it herself but a small part of her ways. Over the next few years, Jagger became more engrossed with the whole process and decided to take her wages and buy a secondhand camera. It was a fairly cheap, old thing but it was perfect for her to practice with and learn on. She learned all she could, practice and attempted, and failed, a hundred times to edit her pictures herself until she succeeded. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to work in the music industry but she was no musician and her producing skills only went as far as cable access television. But her photography was good and she was a decent enough writer that she could pass with few words and plenty of pictures.

Jagger did all she could and found herself with a partial scholarship to NYU for photojournalism. She had already planned on staying at home for her years at school, making meal plans and accommodations a moot point. Eventually, with permission, she sold her pictures from when she was close with Dusty Boots. Her career started there. A few more photos sold, the next time along with a small article and Jagger saw her life open up more. At eighteen, already an established photojournalist and still a student, Brent called her up one night, invited her out, asked her to direct their next music video. She'd been toying with ideas when she'd met them and they'd still been nobodies. She'd had good ideas but they hadn't been quite brave enough to ask her to do it. And then when they'd been signed, they hadn't fought for her but as they were bigger names now, it was easier to demand. They were making their record company millions of dollars, they could have whatever they wanted; and they wanted Jagger. Of course she agreed to it and another part of her world opened up to her.

She loved taking pictures and being able to set the scene with Dodger, bringing her in not only because she was her sister and Jagger loved working with her but also because she was absolutely brilliant. Becoming a music video director hadn't been a consideration but it had been quite fun and Jagger wanted to go further with it. She was young, she was full of ideas, she could do it. Graduation came by so quickly and Jagger felt like she was ready to face the world ahead of her. She knew others in her class were wishing time would move backwards so they had more of it but Jagger was excited to get out there and continue doing her thing without having to worry about getting to classes on time. These days she's doing what she loves most all over the world and enjoying every last second of it; even the bad days and the bad guys pretending to be soulful artists.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: I have them!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a book.
SAMPLE:

No!

 

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