#inez.

INEZ: One of my professors wants us to "flex our creative muscles" for our final paper and pick an album that's significantly impacted us.

INEZ: [image attached]

FULL NAME: Inez Rosalind Jimenez-Moreno

NICKNAMES: Nez, Nessie

AGE: 25

GENDER: Cis Female

BIRTHDAY: May 21st, 1994

HOMETOWN: Chicago, IL

ORIENTATION: Homosexual/Homoromantic

OCCUPATION: Music therapist

FACELCLAIM: Cierra Ramirez

FAMILY

MOTHER: Catalina Moreno

FATHER: Miguel Castro (biological, estranged); Patricio Jimenez (step, adoptive)

SIBLING(S): Claudia Jimenez-Moreno O’Brien

PET(S): None

BIO

Inez likes to think she personifies the “short but scary” stereotype, but really she’s a giant baby who puts up a good front. She was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago in a less-than-reputable neighborhood, but she has an amazing family that’s never been anything but giving and supportive. Inez considers music to be her first love and plays an array of instruments; currently, she has a bachelor’s degree in usic therapy and is getting her master’s degree in the same field. She’s a mother-hen almost to the point of being over-bearing, but she’s just got a lot of love in a small body. It can’t be helped.

CHARACTERISTICS

MBTI: ENFJ

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw

Timeframe: 2/13, late morning

Open to: Anyone

Of course. Of course Inez’s otherwise impeccable immune system had chosen this week of all weeks to completely crash, with yet another threat of oncoming snow in the hell that was Chicago. Thanks to how many people she came into contact with on the daily, she had gotten extremely good at applying hand sanitizer and taking vitamins to ensure she didn’t have to miss work or school thanks to something as stupid as a cold. She’d even gotten her flu shot as soon as her doctor’s office started advertising them. But it seemed that her body wanted to hate her today, because she’d woken up feeling like she’d just been hit by a semi-truck. She’d managed to make due being miserable and drowning in tissues and juice for a solid half a day before begrudgingly dragging herself out of bed, pulling on nine hundred layers of clothes, and venturing out into civilization for some actual medicine.

The fact that this CVS felt the need to  put decongestants on the top shelf was the real kicker here. At a whoppin’ full-grown height of 5′1″, Inez had learned how to climb most things that were out of her reach. Being in a drug store though, her propriety took over and told her that probably wouldn’t be the best thing to do. Her aching joints and sore throat just further backed that thought up. Still, she felt like she was being suffocated by her own sinuses, and why should she have to suffer because God refused to bless her with another inch or two? “Excuse me?” She spoke as soon as she saw someone out of the corner of her eye, not caring if it was a sales clerk or another customer. She just wanted the damn Mucinex. “Hi, hello, could you help me grab one of those off the shelf up there?”

“Do you know how to work this thing?” If she hadn’t been so frustrated at trying to figure it out herself, Inez would’ve realized the lack of sense in brandishing a weapon from her bag in public. But she’d had this damn pink taser for well over a month now, and the only damage she could inflict with it so far would be if she threw it at someone’s head. “My mother got it for my birthday, but bless her scatterbrained heart, she thought it’d be cute to give it to me out of the package with a big bow around it. She tossed the instructions, and the only ones Google  shows me are written in Icelandic. I’m not learning Icelandic just for this.”