Occupation: Private Investigator
Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 138lbs
Appearance:
Jezebel Cross is five foot ten and weighs just under ten stone. She has waist-length black hair and overall is well-groomed, as the lady has little else to do between jobs, preferring to keep an open schedule. Her pale skin is flawless, face rarely seen without red lipstick and purple eyeshadow adorning it. If the female investigator isn't smoking a cigar idly, she's chewing slowly on freshmint gum to hide the odor of her bad habit. After bathing or during long stakeouts, she sprays her wrists and armpits with a perfume that smells faintly of roses.
Her standard attire consists of a red trench coat with matching fedora, mismatch leather gloves, one brown, one black, crimson one-piece short dress with a skirt that rides up towards the hips on either side and accentuates her cleavage, black thigh-high heeled boots. Underneath all that she wears black stockings, a red lacy brassiere with no shoulder straps and matching decorative panties modestly covering most of her round buttocks.
Personality:
"Truth and justice are commonly found in the personality of the paranoid delusional." These quoted words only reach surface level of her way of living, while she extrudes an air of confidence, Jezebel is always doubting and questioning everything in her thoughts to a methodical level that would give others a migraine. She is a good-doer, through and through, even though her methods of investigation are sometimes questionable and breaking some minor laws to get the information she needs. Ms. Cross would never endanger innocence when searching for her target and will only switch to lethal if she feels that her life is genuinely threatened.
Background:
Even as a child, Jezebel was fascinated by the world of mystery and intrigue. She could never find it in herself to trust anyone entirely, long-time friends or even her own family and would often keep tabs on them when they thought her elsewhere. Light on her feet with a obsessive-compulsive personality fueled by voyeurism and paranoia, she was perfect material as a lone investigator. There was a short period where she worked internally with law enforcement, but broke it off after a few months as she began to dredge up corruption amongst her peers and wasn't feeling suicidal enough to try her luck cracking down on them but not wanting to be on the take either.
Jezebel works out of and sleeps in her own office, sometimes renting accommodation elsewhere if the case demands it and the payment is sufficient. She prides herself on being available even during unreasonable hours, her confidentiality and almost always getting the information her clients are after. There wasn't much she wouldn't do in the pursuit of the truth, short of ruining the original purpose of attaining the truth, as long as she could justify it within her moral compass. Her growing reputation has made it difficult to keep a low profile in public, shying away from bars as most of her visitations usually devolve into smashing furniture over people and she's been forced to kill on several occasions to avoid being offed herself.
Cross has had to deal with several cases that were heavily influenced by the occult, satanic or otherworldly. Some of which have left her, damaged, by what was witnessed on those dark days. As such, she suffers from powerful and vivid hallucinations, feelings of being watched from afar and nightmares which she can't wake from until they come to their conclusion. These symptoms have persisted for several years and she will probably never fully recover from the damage done.
Equipment/Abilities:
Jezebel is as dexterous as a professional thief, capable of climbing and freerunning through a cityscape with ease. She can pick most traditional locks in a matter of seconds and case a joint with one sweeping glance. When forced into hand-to-hand combat, she's no martial artist, just a street fighter who'll use any method to get the upper hand.
Miss Cross never leaves her office without her weapons holstered at the hips, they range from a hand-held crossbows to a laser pistols depending on the setting. An experienced marksman, can call a shot from about fifty yards out with ease. She keeps her favorite brand of cigars stashed inside her trenchcoat's inner pocket along with a simple lighter and finally a bundle of lockpicking tools tucked inside one of the folds of her fedora.
