JADE PEARCE is a TWENTY SEVEN year old SUBMISSIVE currently working as a DANCE INSTRUCTOR. SHE self describes as RECLUSIVE, POISED and SHELTERED. Her hobbies include VISITING LOCAL BOOKSTORES TO SCOUR THE SHELVES FOR RARE BOOKS, PEOPLE WATCHING AT CAFES and EXPLORING NEIGHBORHOODS TO PARTICIPATE IN TOURIST GIMMICKS. Her ideal partner would be someone who can hold an intelligent conversation and indulges in her sometimes idealistic dreams while taking care to remind her to keep her feet on the ground.
Well-worn first edition novels, weighted blankets and fuzzy socks, watching the fog roll in from a high-rise, the loneliness of a spotlight
TW: Emotional familial abuse, unhealthy relationships, allusions to eating disorders
Jade was born to a family of takers, generations of men and women who had built immense wealth by taking what they believed the world owed to them. More than once, she had found herself wondering what corner of the world that her parents had found her in, as she never quite felt like she fit in with her family. ( Of course, she had never realized then that for every taker in the family, there was always a silent giver to support them. ) For over twenty years, Jade was put through the rigors of high society, only consorting with the right people, participating in the right activities, and knowing when exactly to be seen and not heard.
Jade was a classic âmiddle childâ, with her elder sister groomed to take over the family empire while her younger brother was coddled to the point that he was insufferable. Even the family dog seemed to garner more affection than Jade did. She learned early on in her life that her achievements came last place in her parentsâ mind, cemented when she danced her first solo at nine years old and four empty seats glared back at her from the front row. As she grew older, Jade learned that even her older sister, who had been nothing but a hero in her eyes, could be just as cruel and awful, but under a saccharine veneer of faux concern. At best, she was her sisterâs plaything, available to be toyed with and positioned how she deemed fit, and at worst, she was a nuisance to the rest of her family.
Jade sought an escape in her dancing, and the discipline and rigor of ballet provided her with the structure that she craved in her life. Because she was so often left to her own devices, she threw herself into her craft, one deemed socially acceptable by her parents. Even though they were openly skeptical when she announced her intention to dance with the New York City Ballet, she continued pushing because she had nothing else. Young and naive as she was, Jade soon fell into a precarious relationship with an older married man, an instructor who whittled her down, both physically and mentally, taking everything that Jade had to give until she found the strength to walk away.
Relocating to Seattle was easier than facing her family, even if rumors of her salacious affair reached their ears. If she was across the country from them, she could dodge their calls and avoid their sneers. The Pearce name wasnât all that prominent outside of New York, and it was common enough that she could fade into the background. In the last two years, Jade settled into somewhat of a routine, experiencing the world in a way she was never permitted to under the watchful eye of her family. However, her time is limited, and Jade knows that before long, her family will quash this tiny act of defiance and force her into a politically convenient marriage. Joining Eros is a fleeting attempt to find the dashing hero to whisk her away from her evil family, just like in the fairytales that she loves.
Jadeâs most prized possession is a first-edition copy of Frank L. Baumâs The Wizard of Oz. It was given to her by her sister on her seventh birthday, and is one of the only things that she brought with her from New York.
Written words come easier to Jade than speech, and often ends up with her seeming very eloquent over text but a complete disaster in face-to-face conversations.
Jade has an aversion to dogs, particularly small yappy ones, because her mother often showed her disdain for her younger daughter by openly favoring her miniature schnauzer over Jade.