FIOREN, Jezbel

[Jezbel Fioren]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

Jezbel Fioren

"SHE’LL TAKE AWAY YOUR PAIN LIKE A BULLET TO YOUR BRAIN"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Jezbel Elise Fioren
NICKNAME • Jez
AGE • Twenty-three
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Bisexual
OCCUPATION • Gang member- Second-in-command
GANG • Dama Suerte
FACE CLAIM • Tiffany Toth

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Long blonde hair falls in natural waves to her mid back and if she decides to put effort in it, she can make it straight. She leaves it down for the most part, letting the wind take it wherever it pleased, but can put it up if necessary. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair and arched gracefully. Dark lashes, sometimes shadowed with make-up, hide bright blue eyes. She occasionally darkens her high cheekbones with rouge if there is an occasion like a party or a certain scam. And her plump lips are naturally pink which she accents with make-up whenever she pleases.

EYE COLOR • Blue
HEIGHT • 5’4”
WEIGHT • 140
BUILD • She has a toned musculature from years of travel and months in the saddle.
SCARS? • Some knife scars on her hands from years of working with knives.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • She’s not a Georgia flower delicate with pale skin and a hidden figure. She has a curvaceous muscled figure with sun tanned skin that she keeps encased in well-worn jeans and men’s shirts.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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She is often described by others as intense, a man-hater, but surprisingly intelligent; if they had to list a redeeming quality. Jezbel can be intense and driven about the things she believes in; or wants. To her enemies she’s coldly analytical and to her friends she’s jokingly personable. Jez likes to think that she doesn’t hate men; she just enjoys using them then losing them. Being sarcastic and a tease is how she gained the title man-hater from the men she’d spurned in her past. “She is highly intelligent, for a woman that is.” Is the mantra she heard constantly while growing up being looked down upon by her male relatives. Jezbel loved books and had a curious nature as a child, something she didn’t quite grow out of. The only man she ever loved was her grandfather, who encouraged her and didn’t try and stifle her personality. She grew up less tamed than most girls her age which caused her grandmother’s derisive attitude towards her.

LIKES •

books She grew up with them and they allowed her a way to be just as good, if not better, than any man.

knives or swords Easier to come by than guns and they don’t need to be constantly reloaded; with these pretties in her hand she’s fast and deadly.

animals They’re self-serving, loyal, and they don’t bite unless you deserve it

DISLIKES •

overly-aggressive men Past experience has made her weary and she enjoys putting a stop to any that she finds.

cigarettes Smoke: throat clogging, disgusting, and reeking mess; there is really nothing to love about them.

ignorance In men or women in varying degrees. Women could be smarter if they tried and men have no excuse as they are allowed to learn.

WEAKNESSES •

people she cares about She can be driven when it comes to people she loves; making sacrifices and pushing herself to please.

rifles She has horrible aim at long distance shooting with rifles or snipers.

swimming She’s not a strong swimmer and most murky bodies of water make her nervous.

STRENGTHS •

cooking A duty she learned early on as her grandmother saw it as her only redeeming ladylike quality. Despite the bad memories she occasionally attaches to it, it’s something she enjoys.

close combat After the close call on her grandmothers ranch, Jez made it her goal to learn everything she could. Let’s just say she’s better with her bare hands or a knife that any rifle.

FEARS •

ocean She can’t stand it; its large, bottomless, and dark.

being caged She’s enjoyed following her own rules for years the idea of being hemmed in is terrifying.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Josephine Fioren- Mother, Joseph Fioren- Dad, Daniel Forester- Maternal Grandfather, Sarah Forester- Maternal Grandmother
PETS • Macbeth- Black horse with a bald face and Oscar- Mixed dog of german shepard/wolf/husky.
HISTORY •

Jezbel Fioren was born into poverty, with a mother and father that were barely scraping together enough to feed themselves let alone a child. When they realized Josephine was pregnant they began the long journey back to her hometown; praying that Daniel would let them back onto the ranch. They arrived at the Forester Ranch just in time for Josephine to beg her parents to care for the child as she died from childbirth not moments later. Daniel left Jezbel in the care of her grandparents without a second look back. Jezbel grew up surrounded by learning as her grandfather spoiled her, allowing her to learn how to read, write, and other subjects that were normally restricted to men. He died when she was eighteen leaving her fate in the hands of her disapproving grandmother. Jezbel attempted to live under her grandmothers roof, ignoring the looks, words, and actions of her extended family that lived on the ranch. Until, almost a year later, one of the stable hands attempted to rape her and she blinded him by using his own knife. Her grandmother refused to believe her side of the story and Jez left, taking her stallion Mac with her, without a second look back. Finally being free didn’t mean her life was easy, Jez learned many hard lessons on the road. She found her dog Toma when he was a puppy at the age of 20 and brought him along with her. She heard of the gang Dama Suerte not long after, sought them out, proved herself, and became one of the second-in-commands under Cameron Blake.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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The ‘little jaunt’ as Amber had termed it had taken a week. An entire week, argh, I wanted to be home with my feet up in front of a fire three days ago. The young woman known as Jezbel Fioren gathered her all her belongings in preparation of finally leaving. She messily stuffed her clothes back into one of her many saddle bags and began strapping them onto her stallion Macbeth. She had been a whimsical child, and named the stallion after the hero in one of the stories she used to read. The sturdily built stallion was jet black except for a bald face and white socks on all four hooves. Jezbel continued to mutter to herself until her dog Oscar, named after an author, threw himself down before her. “I don’t need you lying on my feet to complicate matters.” She nudged him playfully with her foot until the ever happy mutt sprang back to his feet. He stared at her expectantly as if to say, ‘What are you waiting for? We should have left hours ago.’ Mutt thinks he has a sense of humor. Wasting no more time Jez threw herself into the saddle and set Macbeth off in the direction of camp.

Jezbel urged Macbeth into a canter; hooves moved at a faster pace while her body surged with the familiar gait of her horse. They were all eager to make it back to camp. A happy bark echoed futher behind her as Oscar easily kept pace, jumping and weaving for the fun of it. Dust rose up from the ground behind her as the light of the camp fire she’d been searching for reached her eyes. Dark came faster here and it was far better to start a fire early as to warn the big predators away. Jez reined in, steering her stallion to a stop beside the horses belonging to other members and swung her body out of the saddle. She looped her reins quickly over the hitching area and let out a piercing whistle for Oscar. The silly dog had gotten tired of running alongside her and wandered into the surrounding woods. Only to have to barrel back to Jezbel’s side at the sound of her whistle; tail wagging in overflowing ecstasy at having been called. “You silly git, we have to report back to Cameron and here you are running in the woods like a one year old. Your three, act like it.” Oscar just barked in reply and they turned together to speak to enter the main camp and speak to Cameron. She had a few choice words for Amber as well, “little jaunt my ass” she muttered heatedly under her breath.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY STARRI IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING 20 YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE "Would you om my nom?" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.

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