Character Sheet
Personal Information
First Name: Jezebel
Last Name: Cueto
Nickname: Jess; Belle
Birth date: 26th of April
Age: 17 years
Weight: 46,3 kilograms
Height: 162 centimeters
Eye colour: blue
Hair colour: black
Appearance: While most of her stature seems rather regular, most things about Jezebel actually are not. Most obviously, she's not quite on the upper end of the measuring tape, height-wise. She has always been a short kid, suffering from stunted growth all of her childhood and not even infamous puberty spurts could change that. Now, one could also assume that is because this girl is -highly obvious- either not a good eater or blessed with too fast of a metabolism. Because she is almost dangerously skinny. Hardly any fat ever settles with her, it's just enough to not have bones be visible on every other spot – hence why she's also almost as flat as a board. At least it doesn’t go too badly with the relatively short height.
Facial features are very girly, small nose and mouth, naturally no wrinkles around either of the two at this age – just like the eyes. Wrinkle-free, large and blue, their glances dart around and observe things. Sometimes. Seen a bit more often then that are splendid teeth, well-tended to and white as snow, framed by wide smiles or devilish grins. The entirety of her face also framed, by somewhat irregular, pitch black hair.
Irregular mostly because of it's length, seen as it is rather long on some strands – easily to her upper legs and knees on average, while others are cut to only waist or shoulder length, maybe even less. This differing length is sometimes accented trough a chosen hairdo, such as separate pigtails, or hidden by an open style. On other occasions, Jez also decides for her favourite jacket's hood to be a full-time head wear, hiding most of her hair.
Other facts about her looks include, that she has a few scars, for which she worked hard to get on many an occasion. Some are rather visible on her belly or legs, while others are usually hidden under some kind of clothing. Also, Jezebel is remarkably pale, forming a strong contrast to her dark black hair and bright eyes – both of which technically require strong pigmentation, while pale skin does not.
Special features: Most notably besides Jez's reduced height is her very bright skin. Between the mixture of not sunbathing regularly and being generally of lighter skin pigmentation, she ends up strikingly pale, compared to most people. The strong contrast of her black hair only worsens this impression.
Clothing: Technically, Jezebel doesn't really have much of a choice – as a marine academy graduate, petty officer and thus Captain-to-be, she has to wear the respective uniform befitting a ship captain. White pants, white jacket, standard issue shoes, the classic sabre, possibly blue-printed the captain's hat. Not that she really does, though. After all, that is what everyone wears – thus not her style.
Still,she has to wear something, doesn't she. At least that's what the rules of decency, taught to her during childhood, dictated. Starting at the bottom, Jez likes boots. Preferably roughly knee-high and with a brim as well as thick soles and/or medium-length heels. Also usually dark blue, dark grey or simply black. Regardless of the slightly cold climate in the North Blue, there is not much other cloth until her crotch-butt-waist zone, Where usually some kind of hot-pants, shorts or short-cut skirts -just like the shoes usually in dark colours- are being held to her waist by broad belts or some kind of sash.
Everyone else wears light cloth in warm weather, so this girl decides to wear warm weather stuff in the frost. This becomes especially obvious with her favourite tops. If it's not bikini pieces, it's most likely some tube top with out without straps. Naturally, Jezebel would freeze to death in a getup like that. And that is why she owns a nicely manufactured, hooded coat that manages to keep warm in cold but is not too warm for regular temperatures either – if it's worn open. Which the marine girl does if the temperature allows it, wearing it more like a sleeved cape then an actual coat.
It's hood often serves it's intended purpose as head cover, but not always. It's very situational. And yes, she owns several pieces of this mainly dark blue; almost black; white outlined coat.
And then there's one last piece of cloth easily overseen because of mediocrity: the classic gloves. A fashoin statement for some, a way for not having to touch other filthy people for others, they are of a meaning most practical to this pale-skinned individual. Not being able to unconsciously touch people or herself, which may sound a little bit crazy at first, but in light of Jez's view of her own ability, it's rather understandable. Anyway, most of her gloves are made from light fabric to prevent uncomfortable sweating, while also keeping the feeling of touch intact enough for one's daily life – dark in colour they always match with both the boots and the other, little, clothing she wears.
Her actual marine uniform is only on display for the shortest of times. Like, official affairs, meeting higher-ranked colleagues or such. Other than that, they have a nice place in her wardrobe reserved until the end of days.
Origin and family
Origin: North Blue; Moneih
Family:
Father: Cornelius Cueto (Assumed dead)- Marine Lieutnant
Mother: Antonina Michelle Corti (Alive) – Chef in a local restaurant kitchen
Personality
Personality: Despite being considered the person to carry on the family name by her father and graduating Marine academy, in preparation to lead a ship against the pirate flood, Jezebel is rather far away from being a straight genius prodigy. She's usually rather forgetful and focused on basic things, like acquiring food, avoiding stressful situations and finding good places to rest – thus her behaviour usually entails falling asleep almost on a whim, thinking about food only mere moments after meals and not being able to (or willing to?) remember details and instructions for any reliable amount of time.
While this may give off the impression, that she is not of the smartest disposition, that assumption is rather wrong. It's not the problem with her, that she's not clever, Jez is just lazy to no end. And a bit of an airhead. Winning her over is as easy as bringing decent meal to the table or generally acting nice enough.
This slightly happy-go-lucky attitude makes up most of her daily routines and decisions. She's generally never motivated enough to set up a strategy and follow it trough to the end, instead it's more to her liking to just take things as they come and improvise.
In effect of that, the strict and educated side; that's the one which brought her trough academy with positive results; hardly gets used. Piercing glances, few and precise words, clear thoughts. What sounds like almost a different person is mostly just born of being enraged or angry to an unusual degree. It's rare, but classmates have come to fear whenever the switch is flipped – being beaten up badly or verbally thrashed with spot on pointy arguments has taught them a lesson.
To get her around to this side of the coin is actually not really hard though. There are many things capable of upsetting the petty officer. The selection rages from back talk over equality up to questions or general talk about her fruit ability. Back talk is disliked for the general fact, that she does not really care for people's opinions. In Jez's view of the world, she's the most important person to herself, everyone else and their pieces of mind come after that. Unless it is official orders from a higher instance of course – even with that attitude, duty is still duty after all, even though she only takes the mentioned orders reluctantly.
The other points are much more complicated. Or not. It's rather complicated to make sense of it in the first place. Starting with the fact that Jezebel likes individualism. Or in other words: She is very much fond of being herself and doing her own thing, having her own ideas and views. Naturally, she does not like people that are all alike. Not only are they totally suppressing their own personality, but also does Jezebel judge them as pretty unimaginative, unable to come up with their own plan of action, their own dress code, or other conducting of daily life. That is also one of the reasons why she decides to dress kind on contra-practical for the cold North Blue and despises marine rules about uniforms and such related things.
In close relation to that stand the other mentioned example. Jezebel is not exactly fond of her devil fruit ability. While many people would murder, even many murders at once, for any kind of fruit ability, she generally despises the one she got and curses the day she happened to acquire it – always thinking to herself, that if she had known, she'd definitely not done it.
Life is a cruel card dealer, as many people can testify to, and as such, it has dealt the young marine a card most ironic. The ability to literally become other people by touch is certainly the worst for a person who enjoys her individual self. Though she would not confess to it to anyone, she knows it might just come in handy in some situation or the other, no matter how much she hates it. On a side note is that also the reason for why she has made a habit of wearing gloves: they protect from accidentally touching other people or herself.
But of course, the girl is not all black and white, between the lazy airhead and the straight commands lies a wide, wide field consisting of various pout-, moan- and bitching-stages which she makes use excessive use of, if reason is given.
Appearance and behaviour: In public, the girl usually displays herself rather unveiled and openly, just like how she feels, what she feels like doing or saying is done or said. Here, too, her self-view of being most important compared to others makes an appearance, making Jezebel a generally rather flashy person amongst others, easy to spot and pick out from any crowd. Unless she's lazing around, naturally. Of which she also does not make any kind of secret, either. This only adds to her self-confident appearance in public, acting like everything she does is the correct and perfectly fine thing -since she believes that for herself anyway-, completely ignoring and weird looks, or anything alike, from outsiders.
But, alas, that is no way to answer when duty calls. While Jezebel does not bother to take any official form when busting some thief or fraudster, to her supers she is only known as a silent young woman of little words and straightforward thoughts, with a fair intellect, being able to grasp the scale of situations as well as coming up with effective ideas. People who only know the lazy side of hers would be surprised as to how much the girl can actually change and act responsible, if only she wants to, focuses and sees reason for it, to begin with.
Interests and Hobbies: Being normally of a rather lazy disposition, most if Jez's favourites include slow and easy things. Or enjoyable ones. Such as sleeping, taking naps or simply slacking around. She is aware of having a job to do, but generally she is more the type that waits for action to come to her then being the one that chases action around until it happens. As such, she does not patrol, she likes to stick to a technique labelled “tactical sentry” which means to wait at critical points, likely to have some kind of crime or other bad things happening in the near future. Coincidentally, these places also usually happen to be serving food or are good places to just square away the day in or at.
Giving orders is more to the marine's liking. She's not passed academy to be a henchman, or henchwoman. Not that she has requested or was assigned some recruits by the base yet, as she does wait for that to happen out if her own volition as well. Yet Jezebel does tell herself, that she is permanently on the lookout for able-bodies individuals to draft for her crime-fighting shipcrew. In theory, actually, no drafting has happened either ever since graduation. Although she would certainly enjoy having a henchman or two or a dozen to do her bidding, leaving more time for other things.
Preferences: Naps, food, shedding work onto other people, doing things different from what's considered regular
Dislikes: Hard work, her fruit ability, adapted tag-alongs, arguments
Goals: Jezebel's goal is rather simple to describe. As it's been educated into her head since almost forever -disregarding how much of it she actually took in- justice in the world is important, any and all unauthorized seafaring folk is thus bad because they will inevitably end up bringing imbalance to the justice monopole of the world government and their executive force, the marine. So she aims to mace career in the marine, climb up ranks and deliver justice to whoever lacks or defies it.
Which sadly entails working your way up from the almost bottom, she as a midterm goal, Jezebel wants to collect positive points by cruising the North Blue and dealing with pirate issues, later on planning to catching bigger fish on the 'Line and finally being promoted to at least some commodore or even better admiral position for great deeds.
History
In all honesty, the personal background to Jezebel is rather boring and simple. Naturally it all began with a man an a woman. The man being her father and the woman being her mother, who would have thought? Cornelius Cueto back then was a man known to be climbing the marine's career ladder up like not many people on Moneih did. As such, he had certainly no shortage of money and renown. Whenever he was back from a deployment – usually bringing with him lots of things he had “confiscated” from the pirates, thieves, smugglers or whatever he had taken on this time – he would celebrate himself and his achievements in lavish feasts held in various well-known localities of the Island.
Not all too rarely, they ended with him being filled to the brim with various beverages and an invitation of one lucky lady being invited to his mansion.
While he himself did not manage to actually keep track of all his concubines and the related nights, at least one of them; namely Antonina Michelle Corti – in her sign chef at a rather noble restaurant; did. And as such, she made the foolish mistake to inform the lieutenant about the fact, that she had recently brought into the world a child of his. While this in most circumstances brings about a lot of drama, Lt. Cueto was surprisingly pleased by this message and accepted the child without so much as questioning it. Mostly for seeing the family name carried on in his wake, hopefully. As such, with the support of a little coin for dubious comrades, he arranged for the baby girl to be transferred from it's mother to his household without many complications. From there on, Any mention of the mother's name was forbidden and all attempts form her side were cut short by paid stooges. Also paid was the nursery maid who became tasked with educating Jezebel into a fine young recruit while Lt. Father was out in the world, sometimes for weeks and months.
Still after she had grown up sufficiently, Jez established somewhat of a good relation to Cornelius – despite her education to that point not always working out as planned, since from early on, it was obvious she had her own mind most of the times and took her sweet time learning anything that people tried to teach her, unless she wanted to learn it.
This time mostly consisted of sometimes weaselling herself out of the private teaching, sometimes actually attending, poking around the mansion, playing among pa's “treasures” and other fancy toys of his, or even sneaking out of the building and into town. Slacking off, loafing around and watching other people be busy.
One of those days it was, when she found out -but only years later actually realized; being still rather young at this point- how easy it is to obtain the power of a devil. Apparently it was as easy as playing in the attic with stuff one is actually forbidden to play with, only look at them if anything. Because that's pretty much how it happened. Lt Cueto had made a lucky “confiscation” on one of his deployments; one he did not officially record or report. Among the belongings of the smuggling ring he happened to find one of these extremely rare and expensive fruits that granted incredible abilities to a consumer. But he wasn't as stupid to just take it for what it's worth right away and instead smuggled it past official customs and decided to find out which mystical power this exemplar held – he had heard of some scientists actually being able to find out stuff like this beforehand of actually taking a bite. If al else failed, he could always sell it for countless mountains of money, if it would not be helpful on his way to higher spokes on the career-ladder. In any case it seemed like a smart idea. Little could he foresee, that some day his, also unforeseen, kid would end up using his private trophy room as a playground, toying with the swords and tools on display until they became boring. And as kids are, they just stick everything that looks fancy enough in their mouth. Especially if it resembles a huge strawberry. Naturally, the almost stunningly disgusting taste quickly dimmed Jez's attention for it and only then was it, that she herself realized she had left an obvious mark of having played with toys that actually were none. So she decided to put the horribly tasting fruit back on it's shelf -climbing adventure included- so that the bitten part was not seen from the front and not ever tell anyone. Since even back then, spankings did not count to her favourite things.
Luckily, with the -unknown to the girl who had it- power being focused to her palms for use, it took her literally years to actually trigger it accidentally. How often does it happen that you touch someone in their face during a regular day? Luckily for her, literally never. Until much later, during marine academy for petty officer, nothing ever happened and she would almost forget about that “incident” from younger days. Only by accident did she eventually figure out that she could assume the looks of people she had touched in their faces with her palms – actually it was a class comrade whom she ended up slapping rather hard because of circumstances before locking herself in the bath and resting her head in her palms. Almost immediately she noticed the change, since naturally, academy uniforms differed between genders ever so slightly for specific reasons. Many confused tears were had before she finally figure out how it even happened and especially how to make it undone. Once that deed was done, or rather not done anymore, Jez came to remember a certain childhood event, pieced one and one together – and proceeded to curse that day. Also, it was decided to keep this a secret still and even more then since childhood already – not using it by wearing gloves wherever possible came along with that decision.
For her academy career, this day was not much of a disturbance however, as no one really took note if the bathroom incident – actually it's not too uncommon for some situations to escalate, girls going all emotional and lockey-up in the bath in mixed schools full of teenagers.
Lucky with this circumstance, Jez kept ploughing trough the trainings, exercises, lessons and exams for the whole course as if nothing happened. Finally graduating with decent scores -curse that damn overachiever who probably memorized the whole set of textbooks- she was raised from a recruit into the rank of petty officer together with a good portion of her classmates trough an official procedure, finally concluding the course, class and training. Debriefed for a short break, Jezebel is now looking into what she will be doing once she acquired a batch of soldiers for a ship. Naturally, she's looking into it while stuffing herself or loafing around town, mostly.
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Writing Sample
Yet another day. Just like the one yesterday. It's been snowing all night, it's kinda cold and people were being annoying. Why was it so hard to have breakfast on this damned island full of snobs. Jezebel could have sworn, it was possible to set one's clock to the screams of “Help, I was robbed!” or alternatively something else along the line of some fat rich lady discovering that some shady people had broken the law with her or her possessions as subject.
And somehow, it was her job, besides that of a couple more marines around the island – and couple means quite a lot of dozens of marines, to fix the problem and ground the malefactor. “God damn offenders can't even wait until breakfast to start their daily shit.” she told her almost empty plate before sweeping it clean with the fork. Being from not too bad circumstances herself, it wasn't much of a challenge for Jez to get up and slam the pay including a more then sufficient tip on the counter before zipping the coat up and stomping out of the locality, with disgruntled snorts.
Personal Information
First Name: Jezebel
Last Name: Cueto
Nickname: Jess; Belle
Birth date: 26th of April
Age: 17 years
Weight: 46,3 kilograms
Height: 162 centimeters
Eye colour: blue
Hair colour: black
Appearance: While most of her stature seems rather regular, most things about Jezebel actually are not. Most obviously, she's not quite on the upper end of the measuring tape, height-wise. She has always been a short kid, suffering from stunted growth all of her childhood and not even infamous puberty spurts could change that. Now, one could also assume that is because this girl is -highly obvious- either not a good eater or blessed with too fast of a metabolism. Because she is almost dangerously skinny. Hardly any fat ever settles with her, it's just enough to not have bones be visible on every other spot – hence why she's also almost as flat as a board. At least it doesn’t go too badly with the relatively short height.
Facial features are very girly, small nose and mouth, naturally no wrinkles around either of the two at this age – just like the eyes. Wrinkle-free, large and blue, their glances dart around and observe things. Sometimes. Seen a bit more often then that are splendid teeth, well-tended to and white as snow, framed by wide smiles or devilish grins. The entirety of her face also framed, by somewhat irregular, pitch black hair.
Irregular mostly because of it's length, seen as it is rather long on some strands – easily to her upper legs and knees on average, while others are cut to only waist or shoulder length, maybe even less. This differing length is sometimes accented trough a chosen hairdo, such as separate pigtails, or hidden by an open style. On other occasions, Jez also decides for her favourite jacket's hood to be a full-time head wear, hiding most of her hair.
Other facts about her looks include, that she has a few scars, for which she worked hard to get on many an occasion. Some are rather visible on her belly or legs, while others are usually hidden under some kind of clothing. Also, Jezebel is remarkably pale, forming a strong contrast to her dark black hair and bright eyes – both of which technically require strong pigmentation, while pale skin does not.
Special features: Most notably besides Jez's reduced height is her very bright skin. Between the mixture of not sunbathing regularly and being generally of lighter skin pigmentation, she ends up strikingly pale, compared to most people. The strong contrast of her black hair only worsens this impression.
Clothing: Technically, Jezebel doesn't really have much of a choice – as a marine academy graduate, petty officer and thus Captain-to-be, she has to wear the respective uniform befitting a ship captain. White pants, white jacket, standard issue shoes, the classic sabre, possibly blue-printed the captain's hat. Not that she really does, though. After all, that is what everyone wears – thus not her style.
Still,she has to wear something, doesn't she. At least that's what the rules of decency, taught to her during childhood, dictated. Starting at the bottom, Jez likes boots. Preferably roughly knee-high and with a brim as well as thick soles and/or medium-length heels. Also usually dark blue, dark grey or simply black. Regardless of the slightly cold climate in the North Blue, there is not much other cloth until her crotch-butt-waist zone, Where usually some kind of hot-pants, shorts or short-cut skirts -just like the shoes usually in dark colours- are being held to her waist by broad belts or some kind of sash.
Everyone else wears light cloth in warm weather, so this girl decides to wear warm weather stuff in the frost. This becomes especially obvious with her favourite tops. If it's not bikini pieces, it's most likely some tube top with out without straps. Naturally, Jezebel would freeze to death in a getup like that. And that is why she owns a nicely manufactured, hooded coat that manages to keep warm in cold but is not too warm for regular temperatures either – if it's worn open. Which the marine girl does if the temperature allows it, wearing it more like a sleeved cape then an actual coat.
It's hood often serves it's intended purpose as head cover, but not always. It's very situational. And yes, she owns several pieces of this mainly dark blue; almost black; white outlined coat.
And then there's one last piece of cloth easily overseen because of mediocrity: the classic gloves. A fashoin statement for some, a way for not having to touch other filthy people for others, they are of a meaning most practical to this pale-skinned individual. Not being able to unconsciously touch people or herself, which may sound a little bit crazy at first, but in light of Jez's view of her own ability, it's rather understandable. Anyway, most of her gloves are made from light fabric to prevent uncomfortable sweating, while also keeping the feeling of touch intact enough for one's daily life – dark in colour they always match with both the boots and the other, little, clothing she wears.
Her actual marine uniform is only on display for the shortest of times. Like, official affairs, meeting higher-ranked colleagues or such. Other than that, they have a nice place in her wardrobe reserved until the end of days.
Origin and family
Origin: North Blue; Moneih
Family:
Father: Cornelius Cueto (Assumed dead)- Marine Lieutnant
Mother: Antonina Michelle Corti (Alive) – Chef in a local restaurant kitchen
Personality
Personality: Despite being considered the person to carry on the family name by her father and graduating Marine academy, in preparation to lead a ship against the pirate flood, Jezebel is rather far away from being a straight genius prodigy. She's usually rather forgetful and focused on basic things, like acquiring food, avoiding stressful situations and finding good places to rest – thus her behaviour usually entails falling asleep almost on a whim, thinking about food only mere moments after meals and not being able to (or willing to?) remember details and instructions for any reliable amount of time.
While this may give off the impression, that she is not of the smartest disposition, that assumption is rather wrong. It's not the problem with her, that she's not clever, Jez is just lazy to no end. And a bit of an airhead. Winning her over is as easy as bringing decent meal to the table or generally acting nice enough.
This slightly happy-go-lucky attitude makes up most of her daily routines and decisions. She's generally never motivated enough to set up a strategy and follow it trough to the end, instead it's more to her liking to just take things as they come and improvise.
In effect of that, the strict and educated side; that's the one which brought her trough academy with positive results; hardly gets used. Piercing glances, few and precise words, clear thoughts. What sounds like almost a different person is mostly just born of being enraged or angry to an unusual degree. It's rare, but classmates have come to fear whenever the switch is flipped – being beaten up badly or verbally thrashed with spot on pointy arguments has taught them a lesson.
To get her around to this side of the coin is actually not really hard though. There are many things capable of upsetting the petty officer. The selection rages from back talk over equality up to questions or general talk about her fruit ability. Back talk is disliked for the general fact, that she does not really care for people's opinions. In Jez's view of the world, she's the most important person to herself, everyone else and their pieces of mind come after that. Unless it is official orders from a higher instance of course – even with that attitude, duty is still duty after all, even though she only takes the mentioned orders reluctantly.
The other points are much more complicated. Or not. It's rather complicated to make sense of it in the first place. Starting with the fact that Jezebel likes individualism. Or in other words: She is very much fond of being herself and doing her own thing, having her own ideas and views. Naturally, she does not like people that are all alike. Not only are they totally suppressing their own personality, but also does Jezebel judge them as pretty unimaginative, unable to come up with their own plan of action, their own dress code, or other conducting of daily life. That is also one of the reasons why she decides to dress kind on contra-practical for the cold North Blue and despises marine rules about uniforms and such related things.
In close relation to that stand the other mentioned example. Jezebel is not exactly fond of her devil fruit ability. While many people would murder, even many murders at once, for any kind of fruit ability, she generally despises the one she got and curses the day she happened to acquire it – always thinking to herself, that if she had known, she'd definitely not done it.
Life is a cruel card dealer, as many people can testify to, and as such, it has dealt the young marine a card most ironic. The ability to literally become other people by touch is certainly the worst for a person who enjoys her individual self. Though she would not confess to it to anyone, she knows it might just come in handy in some situation or the other, no matter how much she hates it. On a side note is that also the reason for why she has made a habit of wearing gloves: they protect from accidentally touching other people or herself.
But of course, the girl is not all black and white, between the lazy airhead and the straight commands lies a wide, wide field consisting of various pout-, moan- and bitching-stages which she makes use excessive use of, if reason is given.
Appearance and behaviour: In public, the girl usually displays herself rather unveiled and openly, just like how she feels, what she feels like doing or saying is done or said. Here, too, her self-view of being most important compared to others makes an appearance, making Jezebel a generally rather flashy person amongst others, easy to spot and pick out from any crowd. Unless she's lazing around, naturally. Of which she also does not make any kind of secret, either. This only adds to her self-confident appearance in public, acting like everything she does is the correct and perfectly fine thing -since she believes that for herself anyway-, completely ignoring and weird looks, or anything alike, from outsiders.
But, alas, that is no way to answer when duty calls. While Jezebel does not bother to take any official form when busting some thief or fraudster, to her supers she is only known as a silent young woman of little words and straightforward thoughts, with a fair intellect, being able to grasp the scale of situations as well as coming up with effective ideas. People who only know the lazy side of hers would be surprised as to how much the girl can actually change and act responsible, if only she wants to, focuses and sees reason for it, to begin with.
Interests and Hobbies: Being normally of a rather lazy disposition, most if Jez's favourites include slow and easy things. Or enjoyable ones. Such as sleeping, taking naps or simply slacking around. She is aware of having a job to do, but generally she is more the type that waits for action to come to her then being the one that chases action around until it happens. As such, she does not patrol, she likes to stick to a technique labelled “tactical sentry” which means to wait at critical points, likely to have some kind of crime or other bad things happening in the near future. Coincidentally, these places also usually happen to be serving food or are good places to just square away the day in or at.
Giving orders is more to the marine's liking. She's not passed academy to be a henchman, or henchwoman. Not that she has requested or was assigned some recruits by the base yet, as she does wait for that to happen out if her own volition as well. Yet Jezebel does tell herself, that she is permanently on the lookout for able-bodies individuals to draft for her crime-fighting shipcrew. In theory, actually, no drafting has happened either ever since graduation. Although she would certainly enjoy having a henchman or two or a dozen to do her bidding, leaving more time for other things.
Preferences: Naps, food, shedding work onto other people, doing things different from what's considered regular
Dislikes: Hard work, her fruit ability, adapted tag-alongs, arguments
Goals: Jezebel's goal is rather simple to describe. As it's been educated into her head since almost forever -disregarding how much of it she actually took in- justice in the world is important, any and all unauthorized seafaring folk is thus bad because they will inevitably end up bringing imbalance to the justice monopole of the world government and their executive force, the marine. So she aims to mace career in the marine, climb up ranks and deliver justice to whoever lacks or defies it.
Which sadly entails working your way up from the almost bottom, she as a midterm goal, Jezebel wants to collect positive points by cruising the North Blue and dealing with pirate issues, later on planning to catching bigger fish on the 'Line and finally being promoted to at least some commodore or even better admiral position for great deeds.
History
In all honesty, the personal background to Jezebel is rather boring and simple. Naturally it all began with a man an a woman. The man being her father and the woman being her mother, who would have thought? Cornelius Cueto back then was a man known to be climbing the marine's career ladder up like not many people on Moneih did. As such, he had certainly no shortage of money and renown. Whenever he was back from a deployment – usually bringing with him lots of things he had “confiscated” from the pirates, thieves, smugglers or whatever he had taken on this time – he would celebrate himself and his achievements in lavish feasts held in various well-known localities of the Island.
Not all too rarely, they ended with him being filled to the brim with various beverages and an invitation of one lucky lady being invited to his mansion.
While he himself did not manage to actually keep track of all his concubines and the related nights, at least one of them; namely Antonina Michelle Corti – in her sign chef at a rather noble restaurant; did. And as such, she made the foolish mistake to inform the lieutenant about the fact, that she had recently brought into the world a child of his. While this in most circumstances brings about a lot of drama, Lt. Cueto was surprisingly pleased by this message and accepted the child without so much as questioning it. Mostly for seeing the family name carried on in his wake, hopefully. As such, with the support of a little coin for dubious comrades, he arranged for the baby girl to be transferred from it's mother to his household without many complications. From there on, Any mention of the mother's name was forbidden and all attempts form her side were cut short by paid stooges. Also paid was the nursery maid who became tasked with educating Jezebel into a fine young recruit while Lt. Father was out in the world, sometimes for weeks and months.
Still after she had grown up sufficiently, Jez established somewhat of a good relation to Cornelius – despite her education to that point not always working out as planned, since from early on, it was obvious she had her own mind most of the times and took her sweet time learning anything that people tried to teach her, unless she wanted to learn it.
This time mostly consisted of sometimes weaselling herself out of the private teaching, sometimes actually attending, poking around the mansion, playing among pa's “treasures” and other fancy toys of his, or even sneaking out of the building and into town. Slacking off, loafing around and watching other people be busy.
One of those days it was, when she found out -but only years later actually realized; being still rather young at this point- how easy it is to obtain the power of a devil. Apparently it was as easy as playing in the attic with stuff one is actually forbidden to play with, only look at them if anything. Because that's pretty much how it happened. Lt Cueto had made a lucky “confiscation” on one of his deployments; one he did not officially record or report. Among the belongings of the smuggling ring he happened to find one of these extremely rare and expensive fruits that granted incredible abilities to a consumer. But he wasn't as stupid to just take it for what it's worth right away and instead smuggled it past official customs and decided to find out which mystical power this exemplar held – he had heard of some scientists actually being able to find out stuff like this beforehand of actually taking a bite. If al else failed, he could always sell it for countless mountains of money, if it would not be helpful on his way to higher spokes on the career-ladder. In any case it seemed like a smart idea. Little could he foresee, that some day his, also unforeseen, kid would end up using his private trophy room as a playground, toying with the swords and tools on display until they became boring. And as kids are, they just stick everything that looks fancy enough in their mouth. Especially if it resembles a huge strawberry. Naturally, the almost stunningly disgusting taste quickly dimmed Jez's attention for it and only then was it, that she herself realized she had left an obvious mark of having played with toys that actually were none. So she decided to put the horribly tasting fruit back on it's shelf -climbing adventure included- so that the bitten part was not seen from the front and not ever tell anyone. Since even back then, spankings did not count to her favourite things.
Luckily, with the -unknown to the girl who had it- power being focused to her palms for use, it took her literally years to actually trigger it accidentally. How often does it happen that you touch someone in their face during a regular day? Luckily for her, literally never. Until much later, during marine academy for petty officer, nothing ever happened and she would almost forget about that “incident” from younger days. Only by accident did she eventually figure out that she could assume the looks of people she had touched in their faces with her palms – actually it was a class comrade whom she ended up slapping rather hard because of circumstances before locking herself in the bath and resting her head in her palms. Almost immediately she noticed the change, since naturally, academy uniforms differed between genders ever so slightly for specific reasons. Many confused tears were had before she finally figure out how it even happened and especially how to make it undone. Once that deed was done, or rather not done anymore, Jez came to remember a certain childhood event, pieced one and one together – and proceeded to curse that day. Also, it was decided to keep this a secret still and even more then since childhood already – not using it by wearing gloves wherever possible came along with that decision.
For her academy career, this day was not much of a disturbance however, as no one really took note if the bathroom incident – actually it's not too uncommon for some situations to escalate, girls going all emotional and lockey-up in the bath in mixed schools full of teenagers.
Lucky with this circumstance, Jez kept ploughing trough the trainings, exercises, lessons and exams for the whole course as if nothing happened. Finally graduating with decent scores -curse that damn overachiever who probably memorized the whole set of textbooks- she was raised from a recruit into the rank of petty officer together with a good portion of her classmates trough an official procedure, finally concluding the course, class and training. Debriefed for a short break, Jezebel is now looking into what she will be doing once she acquired a batch of soldiers for a ship. Naturally, she's looking into it while stuffing herself or loafing around town, mostly.
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Yet another day. Just like the one yesterday. It's been snowing all night, it's kinda cold and people were being annoying. Why was it so hard to have breakfast on this damned island full of snobs. Jezebel could have sworn, it was possible to set one's clock to the screams of “Help, I was robbed!” or alternatively something else along the line of some fat rich lady discovering that some shady people had broken the law with her or her possessions as subject.
And somehow, it was her job, besides that of a couple more marines around the island – and couple means quite a lot of dozens of marines, to fix the problem and ground the malefactor. “God damn offenders can't even wait until breakfast to start their daily shit.” she told her almost empty plate before sweeping it clean with the fork. Being from not too bad circumstances herself, it wasn't much of a challenge for Jez to get up and slam the pay including a more then sufficient tip on the counter before zipping the coat up and stomping out of the locality, with disgruntled snorts.
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