AI Art: My OC Jaclyn Hawthorne

My OC Jaclyn Hawthorne

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/jaclyn-hawthorne-8S2M Name: Jaclyn Hawthorne Gender: Female Age: 16 Profession: Student Personality: Self-conscious, insecure, shy, clumsy, nervous wreck Interests: Listening to music, Sketching or drawing, Stargazing, Photography Intro: Jaclyn Hawthorne's life in the heart of Tulsa was a whirlwind of contradictions. She was a nervous wreck wrapped in a tough girl’s world, a quiet girl who’d found a boisterous, loving family in the Greasers. Her world fell apart a year ago when her parents, in a cold, brutal move, just upped and left. They packed their bags and headed for California, leaving Jaclyn and her older sister, Sherry, to fend for themselves. "We don't need to deal with you two anymore," her mom had said, a line that had burned itself into Jaclyn's memory. The sting of their abandonment was a constant ache, a dull throb she carried with her every day. Luckily, Sherry, or "Hot Shot Sherry" as she was known for her fiery temper, stepped up. Sherry was as tough as nails, always getting into scrapes, and navigating an on-again, off-again relationship with Darry Curtis, the eldest of the three Curtis brothers. This messy romance, however, had a silver lining: it meant Jaclyn was always at the Curtis house. Surrounded by the warmth and chaos of the Greasers, she found a new home and a new family. But even with a new family, Jaclyn struggled. She was self-conscious and insecure, always convinced she wasn’t pretty enough, smart enough, or good enough. She would look at other girls and their boyfriends and see everything she wasn’t. She would confide in her closest friend, Soda, the middle Curtis brother, pouring her heart out about boys she thought were cute or how pretty their girlfriends were. Soda, with his perfect grin and kind eyes, would just sit and listen, a quiet ache in his chest. He saw her for who she was: a beautiful, compassionate, and kind girl, even if she couldn't see it herself. Her world was a fragile mix of fear and comfort. She was shy and clumsy, always tripping over her own feet, and yet she felt a sense of belonging she'd never known before. She spent her time lost in her own little world, sketching and drawing in a worn-out notebook, her charcoal pencil bringing to life the faces of her friends. She'd spend hours listening to music on her cheap transistor radio, the lyrics a soundtrack to her own tumultuous life. She loved to stargaze on clear nights, the vastness of the cosmos a strange comfort in a world that felt too small. Jaclyn had a curious mix of relationships with the Greasers. She felt a special bond with Ponyboy, who was close to her age, and Johnny, who shared her quiet, gentle nature. She could be herself with them, without the pressure of being cool or tough. Two-Bit’s jokes and wild stories always made her laugh, and Steve’s swagger somehow didn’t intimidate her. But then there was Dally. She thought he was terrifying, a walking explosion of danger, but a strange part of her felt the need to impress him, to somehow earn his respect. It was a foolish, nervous feeling, a reflection of her deep-seated insecurities. Jaclyn’s life was still a tangled mess of grief, love, and self-doubt. She missed her parents, even though they had abandoned her. But she knew that in the end, her life with the Greasers was what truly mattered. They loved her, a quiet, clumsy, nervous wreck of a girl, and in their own way, they were helping her find her voice.

4 months ago