&&jezebel - bloodclan deputy

Jez is an incredibly attractive she-cat. I'll start by describing her coat.

Her fur itself is medium length, and sort of sticks out, making her seem larger than what she really is. Not by much, of course. Her tail fur is long and fluffy, giving an elegant aura that shrouds her. Her paws are pure white, as if she dropped them paint and never washed them off. But as soon as her fur hits her ankles it turns black, a pure black. No blemish on the rest of her coat is apparent. She is often mistaken for a shadow, given the pure raven hue that encases her body. She is covered with scars, but you'd never know. Her longer than short fur hides them quite well, and even if it didnt her ebony color would hide them as well. She only has one visible scar, one that crosses her right eye, just missing the pupil. She would've been blinded, had she not turned her head in time. She also has a slightly torn left ear.

Her paws are small, dainty things. They make quiet, almost noiseless steps. Her legs are long and strong. When she walks you can see the power she hides under fur rippling throughout her. Her body itself is relatively small, but broad and muscular. She is built more for agility than strength, but it is obvious to anyone who cares that she is both. Her tail is long, and as previously stated, fluffy. She has an aura of being elegant and prissy, always holding her head high and stepping lightly.

Her eyes are not especially different from any other pair of eyes. They are simply an amber color, more yellow than anything else. She looks like a classic Halloween dreaded black cat. Her face is angular, with sharp, defined features.

Jezebel is very malicious. She doesnt care about anyone or anything other than herself and will do whatever she needs to do in order to survive. She will kill her best friend if it means survival and not think twice about it. Mostly because she is incapable of caring. Mentally incapable of any emotion other than anger, she is. She feels no love, no pity, no empathy. And loves it. She loves the darkness that entrances into her mind; she loves the monster within her. She is the monster. She is no longer Jezebel. She is Jez. To people on the outside there may not be a difference, but there is a major one.

Jezebel still has hope. Hope that she can be good.

Jez has nothing left. Nothing except for darkness.

Now, this being said, Jez is the one who is in control. She is the main personality. She is very cold, very heartless. She likes to play mind games with cats, twisting their thoughts and battle with their wits. She likes to seduce toms into her nest, especially ones who think they will play her, and then leave before they are even asleep. Her idea of fun is running around the streets of the city like a ghost, like a monster, reeking havoc wherever she goes. Jez has this terrible liking for blood, for pain. She likes the power it gives her. She hold their life in her paws, and she loves that feeling. She searches for it, yearns for it. think you get the idea of her personality.

Jezebel's mother and father were born into bloodclan. They mated on the sole purpose of bearing battle fit children. When they bore two female kits, you can imagine they were a little more than upset. That's when the fighting started. Neither loved the other, and Fringe was never really around to begin to. Des was a loving mother, in the shut up or I'll beat you kind of way. She was hard on the two girls, training them to be hard and cold from the start. Jez was always frigid, though. Her heart was never warm, born with the dark tendrils of evil ensnaring her mind. Lydia had hope, had salvation coming. But Jez was long gone before her eyes were even hope. Des helped Jez further along the path, but what really triggered the descent was when her mother killed Fringe.

One night, a fight broke out between them. It was worse than any of the others, and it got physical when Fringe slapped Des across the face. Des fought back, tearing at his throat. Blood and fur was everywhere and before Jez could blink her father was bleeding out. Bleeding out on the city ground. It was then she realized her love for blood, for pain, for struggle. She began training harder and honing her muscles. She quickly surpassed Lydia, and by the time they were 10 moons old she was undefeated.

Lydia ran away soon after they turned 10 moons, going to live a life free of battle and blood. Jez always looked at her as weak for not being able to handle it. Shortly thereafter, Des ran into a rogue she couldn't defeat and never came back. Alone, but not caring, Jez found herself fighting anyone and anything. She got into a fighting ring on the side, quickly becoming the top female. And top amongst the males. This earned her all her scars, and respect amongst the members of bloodclan. She was favorites, and made deputy for her skill and deviousness.