Jezabelle Locke
Basic Information
Race: Mixed Blood Human/Dhani
Birthday & Age: 21(?)
Gender: Female
Physical Description
Despite her mixed blood Jezabelle can pass for human as long as no-one pays much attention to her eyes or her teeth. However, it has to be said that it's slightly difficult to ignore their shade of vibrant green and the vertical pupils that tend to stand out against her very pale skin. Her hair is black with red streaks and reaches just below her shoulders, usually worn loose and framing a slightly narrow face. She has four silver studs running down her left ear and a pair in her right ear lobe as well as a pair of slim silver bangles on her left wrist.
She's about 5'7, slim, toned and very light on her feet. When she moves it's with a dancer's grace and she'll often perform little steps without thinking about it as she walks. While she's at work she'll often have a smile on her face, though she'll rarely show her teeth since she doesn't want to draw attention to her elongated fang-like canines. Outside of work she dresses simply in a pair of breeches and a long sleeved shirt to hide the wrist blade strapped to her right forearm, not wanting to particularly draw attention to herself but while at work she dresses in a long v-necked backless dress, the right sleeve reaching to her wrist and the left cut off just below her shoulder. The dress ends just below her knees with a billowing skirt with slippers to match each of her outfits.
Character Concept
Given her past Jezabelle doesn't make friends easily, mostly because she knows from bitter experience that they'll never be round for very long. Far better to keep people at a distance with false smiles and basic pleasantries (all the better for tips) and not get too attatched. Friendship isn't necessary for survival anyway and in some ways that's what's most important to her. She has no past, no real future, all that's important is making it through the present. Well that and seeing to it that those like her have as good a start to their lives as possible, something she tries to make happen through regular donations to the orphanage in Syliras.
When stressed or annoyed a slight sibilance will enter her speech and her fangs tend to grow. It not uncommon for her to hiss when surprised, though she does her best to suppress that part of her nature. It's strange in a way that she'd take a job designed to draw the eyes of a crowd when usually she does as much as possible to avoid standing out, but dancing is one of the few things that she actually enjoys doing and so she makes living through it. There's a certain freedom in switching off her concious thoughts and letting her body go with the rhythm she sets herself with her nice, if mostly untrained voice. A few minutes of peace where everything just drifts away and she's alone with her thoughts, her audience fading away leaving just her and the dance behind.
She dislikes having to talk about her past or her absent and forgotten parents and calling attention to her Dhani features is often a very quick way to get her back up, that and the subject of literacy. She never learned to read, it wasn't necessary and as such she takes pains to avoid being put into a position where she has to. She also loathes the cold and can usually be found wearing a thick hooded woolen cloak, mittens and a fur hat from autumn through to spring, even on days that are mild for that time of year.
Character History
Jezabelle has barely any memories before the age of five; whatever happened prior to that day is simply... gone. Strangely one of the clearest images is peering over the back of a wagon, watching long stemmed blue flowers nodding in the a light afternoon breeze. She has no idea where she was going or what she was doing in the back of wagon or even what the flowers are called. As for her parents and her given name she has no memory of them at all, though she knows one of them had to have been a Dhani given her elongated canines that she has and her eyes.
The first clear memory she has is waking up next to a dead man, a dead man she'd apparently killed. Her right hand was covered in his dried blood, a spring loaded blade attached to her right forearm had done the deed, severing the man's femoral artery. For a while she just lay there, not knowing who she was, or what to do. It was then that she had some good luck, a man arrived on the scene. He called himself Boone and for some reason he decided to take pity on her. He carried her from the scene and they travelled for a few days until finally they came to a city.
That city was Sunberth and as soon as they made it past the city limits Boone deposited Jezabelle on a corner and rode off without her, leaving her to her fate standing there with only the clothes on her back and the heavy, awkward blade strapped to her forearm. Jezabelle had no idea what to do or where to go, all she did know was that she was hungry. That day was the first time that she stole and it quickly became a habit, relying on her speed to outdistance any kind of pursuit... and that was how she lived for several years.
She fell in with a group of other street kids, taking the name Jezabelle since being called 'New Kid' wasn't particularly to her liking. Between them they kept each other safe and looked out for one another, a little family scraping a living as best they could and that was how she lived for years. She stole, she played the part of a street entertainer while singing, dancing and pretending to know anything about fortune telling both for her own enjoyment and as a distraction for the others to while they relieved her audience of their coin. Sometimes, if they thought there was a better than even chance of success they'd tour the taverns, slipping a mild poison into drinks and watching their victims half pass out before relieving them of their coin. It was certainly risky but the payoff was usually well worth it. Over the years however the other members of her little group vanished from Jezabelle's life. Some died, some were killed in scraps over territory, some just left and the others... well she's not too sure what happened to them. But still, they all left, just like her parents, just like Boone, just like everybody eventually did in her life.
When she reached 17 she made the decision to get out of Sunberth. The city had claimed too many of those she'd called friends and the hard life had taken too much from her. All she knew was that she had to get out. She settled on Syliras as her destination, at least they had laws there as far as she knew. She set out with the money she'd saved, bartering for passage with a merchant on his wagon. Since her arrival in Syliras she's made a mostly honest living, dancing in the bazaar for tips during the day and waitressing/dancing at the Rearing Stallion during the evenings. It's not much of a life but beggars can't be choosers.
Skills
Dance: 20 (Starting Package)
Singing: 5 (Starting Package)
Poisons: 5 (Starting Package)
Weapon Skill: Wrist Blade: 10 (Starting Package)
Acrobatics: 10 (+10 Racial Bonus)
Larceny: 5 (Starting Package)
Stealth: 5 (Starting Package)
Lores
Lore - Knowledge of poisonous plants around Sunberth and Syliras
Lore - Local Knowledge of Sunberth and Syliras
Equipment and Possessions
1x Wrist Blade - Spring Loaded blade strapped to her right forearm and concealed. (Memento)
Finger Blade - 4sm
2 Knives - 2gm
2 x Dancing Costumes - Consisting of 2 x customised average dresses (See description and 2 x Slippers to match - 2gm 2sm
Deck of Tarot Cards - 1gm
Hooded Wool Cloak
Long Sleeved Tunic
Breeches
Leather Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
o 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
o Food for a week
o 1 eating knife
o Flint & Steel
Fur Hat - 15sm
Mittens - 8sm
6x silver earings - 1gm 2sm
2x silver bracelets - 2sm
White Linen Blouse - 1gm
Black Cotten Skirt - 1sm
Black Leather Shoes - 3sm
1 basic 20x20 single room cottage (400 sq feet) with:
hearth
bunk
chest
chair
small table
3x lamps - 3sm
1x pint of oil - 1sm
6x rugs - 6gm
Average Arm chair - 4gm
Ledger
20gm 2sm
(-50 from total due to charitable donations to orphanage)
Languages
Fluent in Common
Thread List
32nd Day of Summer 507 - [White Swan] Job's a Job, Right?
2nd Day of Summer 510 - [The Bazaar]Dancing the Day Away
25th Day of Summer 510 - [Rearing Stallion] No Rest For The Wicked
