Post by jezebel gransee on Jul 14, 2013 19:04:15 GMT -6
JEZEBEL GRANSEE
do you even miss us?
your bottle's your mistress
your bottle's your mistress
general*
name: Jezebel Leon Gransee
name: bell
age: twenty-four
gender: female
face-claim: Audrey Kitching
sexuality: bisexual
occupation: private investigator
member group: local
closer look*
likes
- alcohol
- smoking
- fast cars
- loud music
- not acting her age
- solving crimes
- animals in general
- nighttime
- softball and baseball
dislikes
- the beach
- most men
- cold weather
- crowds
- unsupported opinions
- kids
- romance
strengths
- intelligent
- determined
- opinionated
- articulate
- well-read
- independent
weaknesses
- stubborn
- too honest
- unprofessional
- trust issues
- emotional
- ADHD
fears
- growing old
- secretly, extremely muscular men
goals
- own a mazerati
- make front page news
live forever
tell me more!
history
Bell was born to a single mother in the poorest of poor neighborhoods. Sure, she saw her father sometimes, but she had the feeling Amanda (Bell's mother) wasn't - and had never been - his main priority. The girl grew up around crime, it being a bad neighborhood and all. At the young age of fourteen, Jezebel met future gang leader
Kyle Downs, and the two really hit it off. Tomboy Bell got along with his guy friends, and she fit right in. Nobody really messed with her, not only because of her friends, but because she was known in her small town for being the best batter they'd ever seen - and a softball bat was not by any means small. She hardly went anywhere without it, actually; only because she loved to hit rocks into fields
But kids can't be kids forever. Kyle fulfilled his destiny as the head
of the local gang, Glock-toting and drug-dealing his way to a decent house. And Bell fulfilled her "destiny" of standing beside him, the pretty girl with pink and black hair, wielding her softball bat with pride. The two were a regular Bonnie and Clyde, practically inseparable at the age of seventeen. Well, until Kyle crossed the corrupt small town police force of one. But that officer was tall, and could probably bench press his entire family. Scrawny, feminine little Kyle didn't stand a chance.
So he ran.
Officer Moore got ahold of Jezebel and inflicted his own brand of justice upon her, and left the girl for dead in a ditch. Nobody would question that - she ran with gangs, and she would have finally got what she deserved. Thankfully, a pair of local gentleman just happened to be driving home from working a late night, and also just happened to see her bright pink hair. She was taken to the local hospital, where her life was saved. When she opened her eyes at last, her father and older brother were waiting for her.
Sterling Gransee, then twenty years old, was a disappointment to his lawyer father. He was a bartender, the gayest thing since gay pride, and Jezebel loved him as much as separated siblings could (enough to defend him from their father, Charles.) Charles hoped his daughter had seen the light and would now join the "family tradition" of law school and six digit salaries. She opted for a different, though equally acceptable route.
First, Jezebel wanted to become a police officer, to correct the injustice that she'd been subjected to. But a friend's father suggested the path of a private investigator, and after she'd completed police training, she educated herself on the matter and finished one year of law school, after which time she got her PI license. With her concealed firearm license, and right to arrest wrongdoers, she went off into the world.
In the beginning, few would hire the pink-haired "goth" girl, but she proved to be extremely good at her job. Once word of her got out, she was helping to solve murders and catch cheating spouses. Her favorite cases to solve usually involve brutes such as the officer that had "fixed" her, getting caught doing brutish things. Revenge is sweet, for Jezebel.
She currently lives a good life, in a good house, in sunny Friday, California - where she had moved to, for business reasons and to escape all impoverished little towns like her own hometown. Though she does feel haunted, at times. Bouncers at clubs, even pleasant guys on the streets, force her to remember her past. Not to mention,
she's helped out dozens of pretty, innocent girls who were being beaten by their asshole boyfriends, even husbands. And her own boyfriend, Kyle? She knows he ran and left her in harm's way. She's pissed at her father, too - he only stepped in to help her when Sterling proved to be "useless" to him. She's slowly becoming aware that her mother isn't the only one with a drinking problem, too. It seems to run in the problem, but she's doing well so far. Still, who can blame her for her distrust?
out of character!
alias: Vendetta
experience: about five years
other characters: n/a
have you read the rules? I made them! :P
experience: about five years
other characters: n/a
have you read the rules? I made them! :P
