Name: Cody Jennifer McMillan
Nickname: Jenny
Gender: Female

Age: 26

Place of Birth: Fort Wagner, Texas

Species: Mortal.

Appearance:
Cody stands at a comfortable 5’7”, roughly 123lbs, simply because she wont admit to the extra 6 pounds if she doesn’t have to. Though her hair is naturally a light, dirty blond, she keeps it bleached a few shades lighter just to dull out the brown. Her skin keeps a perpetual tan that still lingers from living most of her life under a blistering Texas sun. She is lean and trim, with soft features and a very expressive face. Unlike the rest of her family, her eyes carry the slightest hint of green; something she uses make-up and clothing colors to enhance.



History: The youngest of seven girls, Cody was her parents last attempt at getting a boy in the family. If asked, she attributes that fact to why she grew up as such a tom-boy. While the rest of her sisters played with make-up and dolls, she could usually be found in the garage with her dad. He spent his entire adult life working on one car, a 1970 GTO. Cody loved that car as much, if not more, than her father did. Her summer vacations were consumed with learning the inner workings of the Beast; her mother’s nickname for the long dead car.

A little bit of a metal head, a part-time grease monkey, and a self-proclaimed partier, it wasn’t shocking when Cody decided to tried in college to go to a bartending school in Okalahoma city instead. Although her mother had little good to say about her choice, her father endless poured out the wealth of his drinking experience and knowledge to help her along the way.

Although, not structured like a real school, Cody spent two years going to every class they could offer. She didn’t leave the roster for a class until she had mastered everything it had to offer. At 22, she won 1st place in three city-based bartending competitions, and at 23, made 2nd in a state-wide.

Shortly after her 24th birthday, Cody’s father died. He had a heart attack early in the morning while putting some finishing touches on the GTO. Despite the local hospital’s best efforts, they just weren’t able to save him. Cody’s mother blamed the car, simply because she needed something to blame for her loss. When she tried to sell it, Cody packed her bags, filled the GTO’s trunk, and started driving north.

She spent a year bartending in New York City, and made great money. But, a relationship gone sour chased her out yet again… not to mentions a few criminal investigations regarding her activities with the GTO. The closest boarder was Canada. While traveling, she heard word of a place called The Tequila in Demaitre city. It sounded like a hot spot that could use a champion bartender. And so, she headed that way.

She keeps a very comfortable apartment, the Beast safely tucked away in a parking garage and kept far away from prying eyes. Recently, she’s considered upgrading to a pent house, but has been lazy about making the change. As it turned out, The Tequila had needed a bartender, and the money she made here was actually better than the killing she had made in New York.

Now, she just waits for the next life event to happen. Eventually, she will be chased off again. This time, she plans on hopping to the other side of the world. After all, how could you ever run out of places to run to?

The GTO, Beast