Chey Winchester

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey Winchester*

The Vitals*

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Name

--- >> Chevrolet Mary Jo Winchester

Nicknames

--- >> Chey, Chevy, Lettie or whatever the hell you want

Age

--- >> 21

Date of Birth

--- >> June 15th 2014

Employment

--- >> Working as a waitress

Education

--- >> College drop out

Alignment

--- >> Good

Blood Group

--- >> O+

Sexuality

--- >> Straight, not that my brothers would ever let me near another guy

Species

--- >> Wannabe Huntress

Powers

--- >> None

Mother

--- >> Lisa Winchester [Maiden Name : Braeden]

Father

--- >> Dean Winchester

Brothers

--- >> Benjamin Issac Winchester [33], Ryder James Winchester [24]

Sisters

--- >> I WISH! [Basically Charee and JessieBear tho]

Children

--- >>Jessica Dawson-Rowe [8 months old -- adopted]

Other Family

--- >> Samuel Winchester [Uncle] and a LOT of people raised to be like family to me.

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All About Image*

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Celebrity Claim

--- >> Jessica Lowndes

Height

--- >> Five foot Four inches... Aka short

Build

--- >> I've always been described as 'long and thin'.

Eye Color

--- >> Green but with a heavy blue tint to them

Hair Color

--- >> Dark brown nearly black

Distinguishing Marks

--- >> Very Piercing Eyes and Freckles.

Piercings

--- >> Just ears

Tattoos

--- >> None

Best Feature

--- >> Either my eyes or my legs I guess.

Worst Feature

--- >> My nose is all beat up, most people don’t notice it and I don’t think I am that attractive

Personal Style

--- >> My style is quite feminine but definitely has an edgy side. I hate to define myself by a style and will just wear whatever suits me that day. It can be jeans, a pretty top and a leather jacket. A skirt, a t-shirt and a waistcoat. A floaty feminine dress or a dress that might as well be on the front cover of maxim to quote my brothers. I know how to work my best features, I have killer legs and am often known to emphasize them in a nice pair of heels. I also like to have a wide open color palette from pastels to pitch black. However I'm smart… I know if I wears dark clothes and apply smoky make up to my eyes I can’t then add red lipstick and I know how to use statement colors to make an impact. I'm good at playing with everything; clothes, make up, even her hair. I can wear it straight or curly and make an impact and sometimes play with side plaits and up does but I like my hair down, it looks better down. I have the ability to look cute or pretty or super sexy. I have a very bold look but I wear it well.

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Personal Qualities*

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Likes

--- >> Late Nights
--- >> Early Mornings
--- >> Long Lie Ins
--- >> The Sun, Be it Rising or Setting
--- >> The Smell of Coffee
--- >> Long Kisses
--- >> The Feel of Fingers Running Through Hair, Be it Mine Through Some One Else's or Some One Else's Through Mine
--- >> Caramel
--- >> Stretching Across the Couch
--- >> Hot Showers
--- >> Clean Sheets
--- >> Wonka Nerds!!!!!
--- >> Lillies and Lilacs
--- >> Scary Movies (Only for the excuse to cuddle into the guy watching it without you!)
--- >> Having My Fingertips Kisses
--- >> Playing Footsie Under the Covers
--- >> Her Best Friends
--- >> Winding Up Ben and Ryder
--- >> The Feeling of Being Truly Safe

Dislikes

--- >> Lies
--- >> People that Smell
--- >> Those Loops in Clothes to Hang Them Up
--- >> Being the Baby
--- >> Demons
--- >> Feeling Excluded
--- >> Mushrooms
--- >> Cheesy Pop Music
--- >> Documentaries
--- >> People Bad Talking Her Family
--- >> People Claiming to Know Her Family But Just Knowing Of Them.
--- >> Liars
--- >> Cheats
--- >> Feeling Helpless
--- >> My Brother Ryder Being So Far Away
--- >> That rabbit food crap (Salad? ICK! If a vegetable isn't pickled it isn't passing these lips!)

Strengths

--- >> My Father Trained Me Well
--- >> Intelligent
--- >> Street Smart
--- >> Cautious
--- >> I Have An Indestructible Bottom
--- >> I’m Very Good At Pouting To Get My Own Way
--- >> Two Very Protective Big Brothers
--- >> I Let My Head Over Rule My Heart

Weaknesses

--- >> I Find it Hard to Trust
--- >> I'm Seen As The Baby
--- >> My Family - I'd Do Anything For Them
--- >> I Really Struggle To Sleep Sometimes and Running Myself Down Has Been Known To Give Me Seizures
--- >> Ryder Being Away.. It’s One Thing That Will Break Me Down
--- >> I'm a Little Impulsive
--- >> I Cant Raise One Eyebrow :’(
--- >> A Hot Piece Of Ass
--- >> A Good Book

Dreams

--- >> I dream of freedom and of being able to hunt
--- >> I guess really, I dream of a world where I wouldn't have to. Where all my family were safe
--- >> I always really love what my mom and dad have, I'll always dream of finding a love like that
--- >> Simply fixing my family

Fears

--- >> Loss. More than anything. Losing my family is a horrible thought.
--- >> That I’ll never be good enough
--- >> Falling for a guy and having him trample on my heart
--- >> Ryder wont ever come home
--- >> That my family don’t know I love them
--- >> Not getting to say goodbye to someone.

Pet Peeves

--- >> BEING TREATED LIKE A CHILD!!!
--- >> People who judge me or my brothers based on my dad’s history
--- >> People who feel they KNOW my family
--- >> Being told what I can and can’t do
--- >> MY FRIENDS BEING PRETTIER THAN ME… joking… kinda…

Worst Habits

--- >> Ben's just told me I have to put doing EXACTLY what my brothers tell me not to do but I'd say the following;
--- >> My eating habits... Sometimes I swear I forget I'm not surrounded by guys and eat like a pig.. You have to fight for food in my household.
--- >> I scratch my hand when I’m nervous
--- >> I don’t really sleep that well… Sometimes I’ll go days without any real sleep
--- >> Bakes when she’s on edge… Blame Karlie
--- >> When I do sleep, I talk in it!!! Its not often and usually its just a mumble of something totally random but I have been known to hold conversations and answer people’s questions
--- >> Going completely dopey when I like a guy
--- >> Way insecure!!

Biggest Secrets

--- >> I’VE DATED I’ve dated guys behind my brothers backs even though I’m not ‘allowed’
--- >> I’ve been known to pursue hunts. Research them and visit places to try and solve them
--- >> I'm umm... sort of a mom.
--- >> I know where Ryder is, I’ve been tracking him since he left
--- >> I have some what of a musical gift I keep hidden
--- >> I kind of…. Hate myself… Okay maybe hate myself is a bit extreme. I just feel like I’m surrounded by amazing people; hunters, witches etc.. all my friends are gorgeous and fun and amazing and well… what am I? The child of a legend? Great… I’m Dean’s daughter… When I just want to be Chey… I want Dean Winchester to be ‘Chey’s dad’… I want to feel worthy of the amazing people in my life

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The Big Ones*

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Personality

--- >> Well what can I tell you about little old me? I'm probably the most stubborn and determined person you'll meet.. until you meet my family. Born and raised to a family full of hunters you're raised to be strong. You have to be able to do what needs to be done without your heart getting in the way and that's how I am. Everything I do comes from my head, I'm not even sure I know what my heart wants any more, except that it wants to be a hunter.

I am the youngest, the little girl, between my dad and two big brothers I've been told what I should do for my entire life. I'd say I was a kind and a happy person in general, if not a little bit rebellious. I'm the kind of girl that if someone tells me not to do something I'll do it anyway and probably in the worst possible way to prove a point. I just want to prove that I'm good enough, especially when it comes to my family. I want to make them proud of me, to prove my worth as a Winchester but they wont give me the chance.

If you know me you'll know I'm hard working, intelligent and most of all loving. I love fully and completely and would do ANYTHING for someone I love. Because of how we both are personality wise me and my eldest brother CLASH completely! He's protective and trying everything to keep me safe yet I'm independent and want to do what I want. I can be stroppy and argumentative but that's any girl right?

History

--- >> Hi, I'm Chevrolet Mary Jo Winchester. I'm the third and last born child of Dean and Lisa Winchester. I was named as part of a deal between my parents, I was the first born female Winchester (or well as far as anyone knows) and every member of my family expected me to be a boy. With this my mother thought she was safe in saying that if I was a girl my father could name me. Well low and behold.. Girl. So my dad named me Chevrolet after his beloved car. Being named after the impala was something that often got me a lot of stick through out my life. My dad and brothers loved the name, they thought it was different and awesome. My mom however took to calling me Chey. Its Chevrolet if you take out the vrol. My father was an avid hunter and by the time I was born my dad was already taking my eldest brother, Ben, out to hunt with him. My parent’s were friends with another hunter family they knew through the fact my idiot brother ran away when he was eight, but no matter what brought the Blair’s and us Winchester’s, Ryder and myself grew up with them. I found it really easy to connect with Simi. Heaven knows I needed a girl in my life surrounded by boys. Maybe that’s why I was how I was. As I child I remember dad trying to keep me the girl of the family, handing me Barbie’s when all I really wanted to play guns with my daddy and older brothers.

When I was younger my life was like any other kids really. I attended school, made friends, learned the occasional bit of useless information. Really I was thankful for Miss Charlee. I met her the first day of Kindergarten and we became friends over the dressing up box… Charlee and I became close friends and Charlee was the first friend I bought home. At first it was a big deal. They were hunters, it had been a massive rush to hide anything weird. But the family loved Charlee and she became a frequent visitor. Now as a kid, I was a little… chunky? Or Porky as dad used to call me, and with Porky, Charlee became Charlee Chops… My dad thought Porky and Chops was genius and we never told him but we kind of agreed. We tried to be a family and not just a group of hunters but always seemed to come back to a hunters life. Like when I was six years old, we went on a family trip to Disneyland. Dad and Ben were just blinded by all the pink princess crap and well... I was terrified when I noticed Mickey Mouse had black eyes. We ended up leaving and spending the night in a cheap motel room. That became the story of our entire life. Once I hit my teens I became interested in boys and clothes and shopping and while the boys thought that'd kick the idea of hunting out of my head, they found it was another thing that they had to try and control. I was told from a very early age that I wasn't allowed to date. The slightest whiff of a boy and they were all over him, scaring him away the best they could. And almost every time I'd try and leave the house I'd be told I wasn't allowed.

From about the age of ten my dad started helping out at a hunters academy and he tried to make Ryder do the occasional lesson there. Occasionally dad would sign me off school sick for a few days and let me go with them. The place was full of hunters and their children and was simply the most amazing place. I wanted to go there so bad but I didn’t even ask dad because I couldn’t bare to be apart from Charlee Chops. Then tradgedy struck when we were fifteen. Charlee’s mom had been sick and didn’t make it. Charlee was devastated and her dad was closed off and didn’t want to deal with her. I remember one night she rang me in tears and I stole the Impala and drove to get her. Mom and dad were about to go mad at me when they saw a fragile Chops in the backseat. After that Charlee stayed with us until she was shipped off to boarding school. After that I knew all I wanted to do was go to the hunters academy. My dad was still determined I wasn’t going to be a hunter but I told him that I would at least be round people like me, people I wouldn’t have to lie to and I’d be a place where I wouldn’t have to pretend my dad wasn’t THE Dean Winchester. I already knew some people there like Simi and Bastian and they introduced me to the Jordans. Then there was the new family the Coulters. There were rumours their dad left them there because he couldn’t deal with them. I didn’t listen to the gossip I just got to know the people behind it. Along with Charlee, Jess and often her brothers, became frequent guests at our house. Most of the holidays would be spent with our new extended family of waifs and strays.

I graduated the hunters academy at eighteen and had actually done really well for myself. I’d told my dad I’d try to get a normal job and as far as he knew I did. I'd originally started going to college, studying Journalism. With my family's history I know how important a simple news report could be and I loved the idea of being able to sneak clues into reports. I hadn't wanted to be at college and every hunt my dad or brothers were on when I would ring home, every time I'd get a call saying ''I can't talk long we're on a case'' just made me feel worse. I guess I rebelled a little. I did stupid things for the sake of doing them. I didn't think about the decisions I made and practically became a different person. I didn't even really stop to think, until the day I passed out in my best friend my sister's living room.

I didn't have a clue what was going on and woke up to see Charlee peering over me nervously. Chops knew me far too well and she knew that I wasn't going to like what the doctor had to say. She was right. The day the words ''Miss Winchester, you're pregnant.'' rang through my ears was the day the stupid child inside me died. I was having one, I couldn't very well be one. I grew up opposed to abortions and couldn't even imagine having one. Me and Charlee sat down and talked through all my options and how I would feel going into each one. I told her I didn't think I could bring a child up, not how I was. Another child raised into the hunting life style? Knowing it had to be scared of the things that go bump in the night? Being at risk of being used as a pawn against the Winchesters?? Then every doubt I had about giving the baby up when the dad told me out right he didn't want anything to do with me.

Once we'd settled on having the child adopted, he started hanging around more, not that he really had any interest in being with me, in fact he spent the entire length of my pregnancy sneaking around with other girls behind my back. It seemed in the end he was just making sure I stuck to my word. Didn't keep it and then come sniffing around for money. He didn't know the family history. I guess I wanted to protect myself from it as well. I tried to visit mom enough that she wouldn't get worried, purposely picking times I knew that the boys would likely be away. It was really hard keeping it from her. And once my stomach became keen on making itself noticed, I stopped going over, insisting I had so much work but that I'd see everyone soon. Craig, the guy and the daddy, started to get aggressive and nasty and I simply started to feel lost in my own skin. From as soon as I found out I was pregnant till the day I gave birth the only people from my 'real' life I ever told about the baby were Charlee and Jess. Jess had just blinked at her for a little while before asking if she was going to name the baby Jess. I'm not sure how they honestly felt about it all but they supported me and that was all that I'd really needed.

I'd been with Jess the day I went into labor. I hadn't been due for another 2 weeks and she'd come to help me go through the list of potential parents. I knew it hadn't been Jess' thing but everyone else had been busy and well, I just needed someone there while I did it to keep me sane and in constant supply of doritos. I'd thought nothing of the twinges at first, I'd been told all about false labor and things to prepare you for it. I'd even had similar twinges a few times before, it was when my waters broke that I knew that it meant the baby was coming. Jess had taken me to the hospital and I'd called Charlee and Craig on the way. By this point Charlee and Colt had been married and they'd actually been spending one of their few stolen moments together when I'd called and actually got Colt. The crazy screaming down the phone meant I had to tell him but swore him, along with the girls, to secrecy.

I was in labor for 26 hours and in that time Craig was no where to be seen. After many hours of pain and tears and my friends telling me I could do it, I did, I gave birth to a little girl but had to keep reminding people that it wasn't 'my' little girl whenever they slipped up. I refused to hold her, refused to look at her because I knew if I did she was going to love her. When Craig finally did show up he did the opposite to how I was. He held her and even tried to force me to do so, told me how beautiful she was and how she was going to make some couple really happy. But that wasn't what I wanted to hear. I'd laid there that night in the room all by myself completely unable to sleep. As morning struck the room I knew what I had to do. I slipped out of the room and I went to see my daughter. She really was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and holding her in my arms just seemed right and though I did wish for a second I could continue to hold her, I knew that I wanted to protect her in every way I possibly could. And that meant that what I was doing was the best thing for her.

I already had her adoptive parents picked out it was just a case of sorting out all the paper work to sign her away and then was the hardest part, placing her from my arms into her new mom's, but the second I did, I knew it was right. I had told them that I was going to call her Jessica if I'd kept her and they told me that she looked like a Jessica and asked if they could use it. I said goodbye and cried for what felt like the next month. It was really hard to let go and it was harder to go back to my old life. Craig just wanted to party and I just wanted to lay in front of the TV and watch a movie, stupid and girly as it seemed it was true. I wanted to crawl into my mommas lap and be told everything was okay but I couldn't. I couldn't tell anyone what happened.

A little under two months after everything happened with the baby, Chey received an emergency call from her mom. It was Ryder, there'd been a hunt that went wrong and his girlfriend had died. Those were the few small details I'd been told but those were more than enough to know I was going home. When I told Craig he asked if I'd be back. I told him I didn't know but offered him the chance to come with me. I might as well have been told I was fun while I lasted. In fact some of the things he said, being told that would have been nicer. I packed everything I ever wanted to see again into my car and I left. I honestly thought that in his own pathetic way he'd loved me but apparently I was the pathetic one for believing it. Getting home I was faced with all the gory details about what happened to Ryder’s girlfriend and we all tried to be there for him. He was blaming Ben big time and so we all found it really hard to even get him to talk to us or be around us. Eventually he just split, disappeared.

For weeks I waited for him to come home. I’d not sleep because I’d worry he’d come back to get something and I’d miss him and he’d be gone again. I even started leaving my window open in case he came home and couldn’t get in, lost his keys. She spent most of her childhood being told off for leaving her windows open so he might try it right? Wrong… He never did. I wanted to try and help my family no matter how much mom told me to go back to school and Ben and Dad told me I wasn't allowed to hunt. I got myself a job in a hunters bar a friend ran and became determined that I WAS going prove, that I could do it. I could be a hunter too. I could be a real Winchester.

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Out Of Character*

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Name

--- >> Kirstin

Roleplay Experience

--- >> 3 years

Where Did You Find Us?

--- >> My Brain

Any Other Characters?

--- >> Karlie&Delilah

Anything To Add?

--- >> I'M SO HYPED.

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