Jezebel Winston-Strange, D12

^Jez

Name: Jezebel Winston Strange
Age: 15
Gender: Femme
District/Area: District Twelve
Appearance:

Jezebel looks like a party girl. Does that count as an adequate description of her physical appearance? It should. Ask around for Jez, go up to people and say "Excuse me, have you seen the girl in gold? She's probably wearing crazy make-up and heels too.' 'Yes! The redhead, thats my gal...' Well, if you want to know about the face Jez hides from the world under layers of make-up and clothes that cling to her small body, I'll tell you about her. The face she sees in the mirror when Jez gets home from a party is that of a dolls. Her mouth curves up, just a little bit, so when I say doll I really mean creepy, miniature porcelain thing that one can find only in an old womans home. A smiling, porcelain-white doll with vibrant red hair and eyes that always droop a little bit, possibly from the weight of her heavy, thick eye-lashes. She definitely is a sweet looking thing in her own chilling, scary-to-the-bone way. Still, her angelic face and soft, polite voice is just so comforting to even the poorest of the poor who have every reason to give up all hope and let themselves die.

Honestly Jezebel is incredibly beautiful, its almost unreal. When people meet her, they fall in love with her. She isn't curvy, she isn't one of those girls who needs to have her face made up every time she walks out the door. Not the kind of girl you would expect every person to fall to their knees and worship. Her innocent, mischievious ways combined with her flawless features, down to the smattering of lightly colored freckles on her face, has just turned Jez into somebody you want to get to know and you certainly will love. Earlier a small-sized body was mentioned. Jez really is the definition of petite--she isn't like those heavy-set, short gals who call themselves petite because it makes them feel better about themselves, she truly is as tiny as the dolls she resembles. Five foot nothing with a waist that a grown man could fit his hands around unil the tips of his fingers met. Her arms and legs are twigs, but Jez looks nothing like the pale, sickly, hungry people of District Twelve. Her skins glows with health and warmth and Jez is skinny because of her genes and because she chooses to be skinny. Honest to God, Jezebel would rather eat as little as possible, its her form of standing strong against hunger, she can't bear to eat three full-sized meals a day without thinking of the passed out people on the streets with only boiled grass in their system. Her father refuses to let her bring home hungry men and women, they arent a shelter for strays that Jez picks up, but she somehow manages to conceal food and bring it out to people.

Honestly with all the tight tops she wears, its a wonder she can sneak out with anything. Jezebel isn't a slut--those words do not even belong in the same universe, she wears tight clothes and make-up but not in the way one would assume. She wears tight clothes because anything bigger than tight makes her look like a tent, and make-up is a bad habit. Leaving the house without having put on some lip-stain or three kinds of eye kohls is impossible. She isn't a vain creature, not always. Jez cares about her outer appearance because her father always told Jez she had such a pretty face, why not dress it up? Make-up does not make the face to tell the truth, it just enhances what is already there. A red flag of hair that streams behind her, screaming victory. Wide eyes that are an electric blue with not a hint of any other color or shade within them. They're so pure, almost neon in their vibrancy. Add a blank canvas of the whitest skin a person can have, with cute freckles sprinkled on and you have Jezebel Winston-Strange.

Personality:

Jez is something in between a normal human being and a Saint, with the looks of an angel to back it up. She's wildly passionate, and to further that Jez is wildly compassionate. She has a jealous, almost petty streak but not many people have seen that side of Jez. To keep with the heavenly terms, Jez is an angel fallen from grace, walking among perfectly average people, helping when asked and otherwise spending her days on wild adventures and having a laugh with her siblings and friends. When you first meet Jezebel you might not like her, she's an over-whelming person and doesn't seem like the brightest academic bulb. Snarky, sarcastic people have often made fun of Saint Jezebel. They call her every name under the sun, but never to her face. How can you look into the eyes of a soulful, playful puppy-dog like Jez and tell her she's a petty fake? Not possible. Her army of friends or disciples as these rude, obnoxious ones call them, surround Jez like body-guards. The few times comments have slipped by them and been told to Jez, the girl has just stared at the person and started to cry right then and there.

So you're thinking shes a Mary-Sue. Perfect in appearance, or perfect until you bother to notice the little flaws that every human has--but thats beside the point. Stunning and angelic. What a laugh. Jez doesn't feel she lives up to her reputation. She can be manipulative and often uses her blinded-by-beauty disciples to get what she wants and go where she wants. For being a fallen angel Jez is pretty selfish, jealous, vain, petty (at times) and caught in a world where she is the center of attention. She is rebellious, with a need for space and time alone and the craving of adventure. Jez has held a gun, right in the palms of her hands. She convinced a younger Peacekeeper that Jezebel had been hanging out with to allow her to hold the gun. She's ridden with her arms around the waist of an extreme biker who even led his own little mini-gang of bicycle riding hooligans.

Do not let appearances fool you. Jez enjoys a wild time, she loves her tight clothes and expensive make-up but no matter how hard she tries to shed the image of the Do-Gooder, (she does not try that hard) she can't seem to do it. Innocence in Jezebels middle name. People are prone to ignoring the bad in Jez because she represents something they sometimes lose sight of. Hope. Faith that the world will one day change. People her age adore her, younger kids look up to her and some adults have placed the impossible burden of being the symbol of what is to come upon her shoulders. It drives her wild, drives Jez to be careless and has gotten her into sticky situations that only a Peacekeeper father could get her out of.

Life is infuriating when all you want to be is normal and funny with a tight knit group of friends, and instead you are thrusted into a role that by the laws of nature you are incapable of playing. Angelic, rambunctious and selfish should not all live within the same physical shell. Somehow, by some divine right Jez has survived fifteen years of just being herself, but every day is a struggle, a battle on the inside between all those opposing forces. Its very nice and epic, right? It has also led to Jez developing a strange sense of humor, she finds the blindness of her human counterparts to be highly entertaining and has often stumped people with jokes that do not make sense to anybody but maybe, possibly her brother and sister.

History:

Aleksander and Anyandita were born first. Sixteen months older than Jez, they were the newborn twins that would later serve as protectors and mentors to little Jezebel. Alika Winston was the mother, Peacekeeper Strange the father. It was an odd match made by vindictive angels up in this heaven Alika always seemed to believe in. Peacekeeper Strange was seven years her senior--a relatively young Peacekeeper who fell in with a younger shopkeeper who had lost her parents to a raging flue. At twenty one years old, Alika was about to die of the same disease when miracle of all miracles Peacekeeper Strange scrounged up the money needed to pay for an antidote. It was all good after that, with Strange, as Alika liked to call him, visiting her every few days. They bonded, fell into an almost love and next thing you know there were two bundles of joy involved. Jezebel Winston Strange was the next and last child. When the Head Peacekeeper of District Twelve found out about this strange relationship between a successful Shopkeeper and bold Peacekeeper, he ended it immediately. How, you might ask? Well one day when Alika went shopping she never came home. Anyi and Alek, the twins, were about seven with Jezebel turning six in just a few short weeks.

She had been shopping for a birthday present.

Peacekeeper Strange had no choice but to half-abandon his beloved children. An aunt took over the shop and served as a mother figure to the three young ones, with their dad visiting the shop once a week to buy supplies and say hello to his children. Jezebel had memories of her mother, painful ones that she put aside. That was around the time people started to notice the pint-sized saint. She had the red hair of her dad and older siblings with the blue eyes that her mother had owned. Somehow she was a mixture of her whole family with a few traits that belonged to Jez and Jez alone. At school, people started to come up to her and ask for help solving problems. Not because she was a particularly brilliant student, but because she seemed like the kind of person who would pay attention to you and listen to whatever you had to say. Sometimes that was enough to change a person for the better.

Anyways Jezebel grew into the perfect example of a young lady that she is. Just kidding! At twelve, Jezebel started to serial date boys. Lots and lots of boys. Even a few girls, although that was just for kicks. A year later while her father was doing his rounds, he was told there was a highly annoying couple of kids sucking faces in broad daylight where a bunch of small children could see them. Upon finding them, he tapped the girl on the shoulder and discovered Jezebel who turned around to face her father, red lipstick smeared about her mouth like the Joker and a filmy, cat-like look about her. Thats about the time that she had every right taken away from her and her brother and sister really, truly became her protectors. Now Jez is fifteen and bored. She hasn't even kissed a boy since that day and although people have forgotten her short year of being an ultra-slut, she still hasn't forgotten the fun and excitement of doing something she knew she should not be doing. Its starting to get to her, making her antsy. She craves the hysterical feeling of being a bad girl. And Jez is starting to break, her always in place smile is modifying itself, getting crazier with every passing moment. There are subtle clues that hint to what Jez may or may not become...

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