Post by nozomi on Mar 30, 2011 12:30:51 GMT -5
Welcome to the thunderdome, bitch. 
Name: Jessan (Formerly Natasa)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Healer, like a psychologist
Appearance: very tall, super thin with a HUGE chest she keeps bound down. Modest clothing, usually dresses. Foxy features, white-blonde hair to her waist, makeup. Dimples when seh smiles. Burn marks all over her hands, arms, and part of her throat.
Jessan learned long ago that looking the way she wanted to led to nothing but suspicion; pixie cuts and form-fitted, exposing clothing were not the way of an aspiring Mindhealer. In the last four years, she'd grown out her white-blonde hair to the middle of her back, thick and in intense waves. Easily tangled, it appears constantly tangled, twisted around a sharp and fox-like face. Jessan is not a delicate looking woman, her nose long and lips thin, eyes almond shaped and small, the color of a bright penny.
She wears makeup to hide the less than feminine features, such as lipstick to thicken her lips, eyeliner to make her eyes larger. Being a pale thing, even the slightest amount of color makes her look a bit garish.
Jessan has a very, very large chest. It's part of the reason her clothing is so modest; clothing that covers everything gives off the aura of innocence. She binds her bust, wears long sleeved dresses, even in the summer. Another reason for the clothing has to do with the deep burn scars along her arms and to her fingers; the scars themselves don't hinder her movement, at least not enough to keep her from Healing others when the need arises, but they are fierce to behold.
Also, Noz just wanted to mention her boobs.
Personality: Wolf. Sheeps clothing. Jessan isn't crazy by typical standards - she's just a total bitch. Few ever see that part of her.
Jessan has two completely different sides to her personality: sweet, empathetic, and gentle Mindhealer, and the dominating, manipulative bitch she tries to keep hidden. While her actions speak quite loudly, Jessan keeps her words in tune with the persona she presents to the public. Her bright smile hides a scathing mind, and the tender touch of fingertips guard what could be the last touch of a persons life.
Sex is a tool. That's pretty much all you need to know about that, and Jessan.
There IS some love in her heart, somewhere; Jessan feels that the "lost" creatures need a good, solid hand to lead them by. She will kill a wounded animal, or look into the face of a dying patient, but every so often Jessan will see a broken sort of person, something twisted, and she'll take them under her wing. Back in the Weyr, and the Hall, Jessan managed to garner a small pack with a few devoted to her, and willing to kill (or die) for her - she has intentions to do the same thing at Warden's.
After all, her brother is there.
History: Natasa was born to a well-to-do family, although her father only married her mother because she'd gotten pregnant. Despite anything that happened in the future, Naschi took good care of her daughter those first few years - until she gave birth to Natasa's little brother. Machi came into the world white as death with blue little lips, still as a rag doll with that cord wrapped around his neck; if not for the whore assisting with the birth and her frantic doctoring, the pale boy would have died that very first day of his life. Maybe it would've been for the best.
From then on, Naschi convinced herself that her son was something evil, despite the fact that little Machi clung to her skirts with huge adoring eyes and complete amounts of love. Once again, sheer luck saved the young boys life when Naschi tried to drown him in his bath one night. Natasa wandered in and began to scream when she realized what was happening, grabbed at her mother. It distracted Naschi enough so that toddler Machi could climb out with shrieking and sobs. One of the women grabbed Machi and whisked him off, while Natasa saw their father pulling out Naschi.
They didn't see her after that.
Natasa didn't see her adoring younger brother, either. Oh, Machi stuck as close to Natasa as he had their mother, and he listened well enough, but what had once been a somewhat distant young boy turned cold with that death attempt. His eyes became flat, close to that soulless gaze Naschi claimed to see, and he spoke even less than before. He reacted violently with an unchanging expression, and his extreme actions kept his sisters own temper under control - she was the good one, after all.
Mentally sound, Natasa just grew up cold in her anger, quick to regain her 'pride' from those who slighted it. Oh, she didn't torture animals or hit people, she was the sort of well brought up girl who ruined social lives with rumors and petty smart-talk; more than one girl in their range had her entire image smeared from a few well-placed barbs from Natasa and her sharp little tongue. One mother found offense in her daughters newly ruined name, retaliating with hot water and shoving Natasa into it. Her arms were injured, but like all of those strong, dominent, meant for Gold females, Natasa recovered, scarred.
Shortly after, the woman that saved her little brother twice over took Natasa under her wing, and began to teach the girl the art of Healing - she turned her back on the craft in her younger days, moving to the easier work of their fathers house. Natasa showed promise and, at twelve, sent her to Healer Hall.
No one knew her at the Hall. The fact didn't upset the girl, surprisingly enough, it meant that Natasa could redesign herself into the person she wanted others to think she was. The Hall was where she first took up the name Jessan, the name of the Healer-turned-Prostitute that assisted her back at the brothel.
At the Hall, Jessan was sweet, a demure girl with sugared words and a kind touch, her small hands tender on wounds when allowed to assist. While the scars drew some attention, most were too busy with studies to care overmuch. Jessan gained friends, loyal ones, and found herself with power. They would do as she said when she said it, all but begged to be controlled. She liked it. Jessan passed the turns with studies and her little pack of lackies, lovers dotted here and there when needed.
She went back to her childhood home to visit her father and brother, due to their father fearing his death due to illness. In her time gone, Machi gained himself a lover, a young thin boy with eyes that only had emotion when he looked at Machi. He clung, and he shivered, and Machi doted on him. Jessan, jealous, found a Dust dealer, asked for his cheapest - he never asked why, she didn't tell. Those weird Healers, well, they made the sharding stuff, and the dealer probably thought nothing of it.
One day, Machi was out. Jessan hunted down pretty little Shai. He was high on Dust. She offered the bit she'd purchased from the dealer, and, like all addicts, he all but ate the Dust. Jessan shoved him outside of the brothel.
Next she heard of Shai was from the mouth of one of their higher ranking whores, an older woman who'd doted on Machi and Natasa as children; she'd been sobbing, wailing at machi that his precious, darling, beautiful boy was dead.
Jessan all but saw her brother snap. Their father took over the brothel reins once again from there, telling his daughter to take care of his brother. She did, putting all of her suitors to the side, her business, and helped her brother get revenge. He came to her one night, hands dripping with blood and eyes wild, and the young fifteen year old broke down into tears.
"It didn't bring him back." Machi sobbed the words into his sisters neck, red fingers leaving desperate smears down the back of her dress. Jessan cradled him close, murmured soft nothings, and let him cry for the last time in his life.
After that, he killed Dust dealers, and she helped him get rid of them, nothing more or less. He only killed them when she visited from the Hall, using their fathers continued illness as an excuse. Machi once again depended on her, hung on her every word, and Jessan regained control over both their lives. Somewhere along the lines, they began to manufacture their own Dust - Machi dealed it, he killed anyone who got in their way, and Jessan...
Well, Jessan watched from the background and dirtied her hands only with the powder during her brief visits. On the day Machi caught and killed a member of the 'Watch, Natasa walked the tables. After that, she was sent here and there to talk with recovering Dust addicts to help them, and Dragonless.
Eventually, Warden's Weyr Impressed prisoners. Jessan requested a post there, to discuss mental things with those living there. Request granted - and she went. Sorry, Warden's.
Other: Her history is OOC KNOWLEDGE ONLY.
Name: Jessan (Formerly Natasa)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Healer, like a psychologist
Appearance: very tall, super thin with a HUGE chest she keeps bound down. Modest clothing, usually dresses. Foxy features, white-blonde hair to her waist, makeup. Dimples when seh smiles. Burn marks all over her hands, arms, and part of her throat.
Jessan learned long ago that looking the way she wanted to led to nothing but suspicion; pixie cuts and form-fitted, exposing clothing were not the way of an aspiring Mindhealer. In the last four years, she'd grown out her white-blonde hair to the middle of her back, thick and in intense waves. Easily tangled, it appears constantly tangled, twisted around a sharp and fox-like face. Jessan is not a delicate looking woman, her nose long and lips thin, eyes almond shaped and small, the color of a bright penny.
She wears makeup to hide the less than feminine features, such as lipstick to thicken her lips, eyeliner to make her eyes larger. Being a pale thing, even the slightest amount of color makes her look a bit garish.
Jessan has a very, very large chest. It's part of the reason her clothing is so modest; clothing that covers everything gives off the aura of innocence. She binds her bust, wears long sleeved dresses, even in the summer. Another reason for the clothing has to do with the deep burn scars along her arms and to her fingers; the scars themselves don't hinder her movement, at least not enough to keep her from Healing others when the need arises, but they are fierce to behold.
Also, Noz just wanted to mention her boobs.
Personality: Wolf. Sheeps clothing. Jessan isn't crazy by typical standards - she's just a total bitch. Few ever see that part of her.
Jessan has two completely different sides to her personality: sweet, empathetic, and gentle Mindhealer, and the dominating, manipulative bitch she tries to keep hidden. While her actions speak quite loudly, Jessan keeps her words in tune with the persona she presents to the public. Her bright smile hides a scathing mind, and the tender touch of fingertips guard what could be the last touch of a persons life.
Sex is a tool. That's pretty much all you need to know about that, and Jessan.
There IS some love in her heart, somewhere; Jessan feels that the "lost" creatures need a good, solid hand to lead them by. She will kill a wounded animal, or look into the face of a dying patient, but every so often Jessan will see a broken sort of person, something twisted, and she'll take them under her wing. Back in the Weyr, and the Hall, Jessan managed to garner a small pack with a few devoted to her, and willing to kill (or die) for her - she has intentions to do the same thing at Warden's.
After all, her brother is there.
History: Natasa was born to a well-to-do family, although her father only married her mother because she'd gotten pregnant. Despite anything that happened in the future, Naschi took good care of her daughter those first few years - until she gave birth to Natasa's little brother. Machi came into the world white as death with blue little lips, still as a rag doll with that cord wrapped around his neck; if not for the whore assisting with the birth and her frantic doctoring, the pale boy would have died that very first day of his life. Maybe it would've been for the best.
From then on, Naschi convinced herself that her son was something evil, despite the fact that little Machi clung to her skirts with huge adoring eyes and complete amounts of love. Once again, sheer luck saved the young boys life when Naschi tried to drown him in his bath one night. Natasa wandered in and began to scream when she realized what was happening, grabbed at her mother. It distracted Naschi enough so that toddler Machi could climb out with shrieking and sobs. One of the women grabbed Machi and whisked him off, while Natasa saw their father pulling out Naschi.
They didn't see her after that.
Natasa didn't see her adoring younger brother, either. Oh, Machi stuck as close to Natasa as he had their mother, and he listened well enough, but what had once been a somewhat distant young boy turned cold with that death attempt. His eyes became flat, close to that soulless gaze Naschi claimed to see, and he spoke even less than before. He reacted violently with an unchanging expression, and his extreme actions kept his sisters own temper under control - she was the good one, after all.
Mentally sound, Natasa just grew up cold in her anger, quick to regain her 'pride' from those who slighted it. Oh, she didn't torture animals or hit people, she was the sort of well brought up girl who ruined social lives with rumors and petty smart-talk; more than one girl in their range had her entire image smeared from a few well-placed barbs from Natasa and her sharp little tongue. One mother found offense in her daughters newly ruined name, retaliating with hot water and shoving Natasa into it. Her arms were injured, but like all of those strong, dominent, meant for Gold females, Natasa recovered, scarred.
Shortly after, the woman that saved her little brother twice over took Natasa under her wing, and began to teach the girl the art of Healing - she turned her back on the craft in her younger days, moving to the easier work of their fathers house. Natasa showed promise and, at twelve, sent her to Healer Hall.
No one knew her at the Hall. The fact didn't upset the girl, surprisingly enough, it meant that Natasa could redesign herself into the person she wanted others to think she was. The Hall was where she first took up the name Jessan, the name of the Healer-turned-Prostitute that assisted her back at the brothel.
At the Hall, Jessan was sweet, a demure girl with sugared words and a kind touch, her small hands tender on wounds when allowed to assist. While the scars drew some attention, most were too busy with studies to care overmuch. Jessan gained friends, loyal ones, and found herself with power. They would do as she said when she said it, all but begged to be controlled. She liked it. Jessan passed the turns with studies and her little pack of lackies, lovers dotted here and there when needed.
She went back to her childhood home to visit her father and brother, due to their father fearing his death due to illness. In her time gone, Machi gained himself a lover, a young thin boy with eyes that only had emotion when he looked at Machi. He clung, and he shivered, and Machi doted on him. Jessan, jealous, found a Dust dealer, asked for his cheapest - he never asked why, she didn't tell. Those weird Healers, well, they made the sharding stuff, and the dealer probably thought nothing of it.
One day, Machi was out. Jessan hunted down pretty little Shai. He was high on Dust. She offered the bit she'd purchased from the dealer, and, like all addicts, he all but ate the Dust. Jessan shoved him outside of the brothel.
Next she heard of Shai was from the mouth of one of their higher ranking whores, an older woman who'd doted on Machi and Natasa as children; she'd been sobbing, wailing at machi that his precious, darling, beautiful boy was dead.
Jessan all but saw her brother snap. Their father took over the brothel reins once again from there, telling his daughter to take care of his brother. She did, putting all of her suitors to the side, her business, and helped her brother get revenge. He came to her one night, hands dripping with blood and eyes wild, and the young fifteen year old broke down into tears.
"It didn't bring him back." Machi sobbed the words into his sisters neck, red fingers leaving desperate smears down the back of her dress. Jessan cradled him close, murmured soft nothings, and let him cry for the last time in his life.
After that, he killed Dust dealers, and she helped him get rid of them, nothing more or less. He only killed them when she visited from the Hall, using their fathers continued illness as an excuse. Machi once again depended on her, hung on her every word, and Jessan regained control over both their lives. Somewhere along the lines, they began to manufacture their own Dust - Machi dealed it, he killed anyone who got in their way, and Jessan...
Well, Jessan watched from the background and dirtied her hands only with the powder during her brief visits. On the day Machi caught and killed a member of the 'Watch, Natasa walked the tables. After that, she was sent here and there to talk with recovering Dust addicts to help them, and Dragonless.
Eventually, Warden's Weyr Impressed prisoners. Jessan requested a post there, to discuss mental things with those living there. Request granted - and she went. Sorry, Warden's.
Other: Her history is OOC KNOWLEDGE ONLY.