Jessabelle Fontaine de La Roche

The first thing people generally notice about Jelly are her tattoos, the red symbols painted onto her skin. When asked about them, she tends to change her story about why they're there or what they mean. The second thing that they notice are the wolf ears on her head, and the bushy white tail sprouting from her rear. Her hair is a silvery white, and very bushy and soft. A leather band with beads keeps her bangs and hair tied together in a ponytail-esque hairstyle. Her skin is smooth and tanned by the sun, nearly unmarked aside from her tattoos, and a large gunshot scar on her stomach, matched by one on her back. This scar is generally hidden however.

Jelly is short, only standing at an even 5 feet tall if you measure from her ears. She has what one might describe as 'an hourglass figure', emphasized more by the leather corset she wears. Her corset is custom made, and has a brown skirt built in. Aside from that, she wears a pair of short cropped brown pants. They're designed for easy movement. To round off her outfit, she wears a pair of brown combat boots, each with a holster for one of her knives, along with a pair of thigh-high socks.

Jelly's teeth are very similar to a dogs, her canines sharpened to a point. Her eyes are a deep hypnotic red, and are her natural eye color.

The ears and her tail are very soft, the fur the same silvery white as her hair.

Personality Description:

Jelly is a mischevious, flirty wolf girl who also moonlights as a mercenary who will take on a variety of dirty jobs for cash.

She's not a bad person, Jelly is just very aware of her own personal skill set. She has morals, and frequently refuses to take jobs that she doesn't want to do. She generally takes jobs that involve information gathering or outright assassination, though she's rather picky about what she takes for wetwork. When she's on a job though, she can go all business. Taking joy from getting up close and personal with her work, she can still stay serious when she needs to be. Its like flipping a light switch for her.

Jelly loves to flirt with anyone who meets her wildly varying standards, and loves to get reactions out of people by teasing them. This could come either through intense flirting or from simply showing off her body, but as long as she gets a reaction she's happy.

When she's not on the job, she's friendly enough. She does enjoy meeting new people, especially when they pique her interest. She likes interesting people, people with unique skills and abilities.

She introduces herself via her nickname, and tends to get annoyed when people insist on using her full name.

Powers:

Ferocity of the Wolf:
Jelly, as a True Shaman, has taken on the spirit of her animalistic side, being the wolf. This has granted her with improved hearing and smell as well as her ears and tail. The wolf spirit inside her also lets her talk to members of the canine species, with growls and barks.

She's able to use her spirit to enhance her weapons, being a pair of Trench Knives she made herself. Made out of Shark Teeth, the blade of a Blue Marlin, and a wood she refuses to explain the origins of, lashed together with rope woven from strands of her hair, the bond her spirit has with these blades makes them much stronger. They are unbreakable as along as her spirit remains intact.

Species Abilities:

Blood of the True Shaman:
Jelly is a true shaman, passed down through the generations of her mother. Unlike a mundane shaman, who gain their powers through the elements and the planet, a True Shaman melds with their spirit animal to gain strength. By melding with their spirit animal, a True Shaman takes on physical attributes of their spirit animal. They also gain an incredibly heightened vitality, and can survive for centuries after the merging.

Biography:

Jelly is descended from the noble de La Roche family of France, directly related to the la Roch Dukes of Athens of the late 12th century. After the families mass exodus after the French Revolution, the members of the family that would eventually produce Jelly ended up on the North American continent. Her family line eventually ended up in what would become Louisiana, and that is where her father met her mother.

Jellys mother was a true shaman, and was nearing the end of her life cycle when she met Jellys father. They fell in love, and soon after Jessabelle Fontaine de La Roche was born. From a young age, the little girl had an endless energy and curiosity, exploring her family estate and every nook and cranny she could fit into. Her mother could see that she had the potential to become a true Shaman as well, and began to teach her daughter to harness the natural energies of her spirit. When she wasn't training Jelly, she was writing down as much about her powers as she could for her daughter.

Jellys mother sadly passed when Jelly turned 5, and left her daughter her compendium of knowledge. Jelly continued to be raised by her father, and spent most of her free time studying what was in her mothers journals. Days stretched into years as Jelly studied and meditated, attempting to meld with the spirit inside her. Her studies came to a head the day she turned 17, the day her father passed away.

An accident, a lamp overturned. Jelly returned to her family estate to find it ablaze, burning wildly. There were no survivors.

In a despair-fueled rage, she tried to calm herself with meditation, trying once more to reach the spirit within her. She fell into a trance, symbols beginning to shine on her skin, unbeknownst to her. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a clearing of snow. A forest of trees surrounding her, an orange glow of unseen fire closing in. Turning around, the girl found herself eye to eye with a white wolf, its red eyes mirroring her own. She raised a hand, the wolf mirroring her actions. She realized what this was. Her spirit animal. Jelly nodded to the beast and kneeled down. The wolf approached her and she embraced it, their eyes glowing bright as the world around them got dark. The light shrank around them, until Jelly and the wolf were the only things illuminated.

When her eyes opened, it was like a whole new world. She could smell all the animals in the forest around her, the scent of ash and smoke on the wind. She could hear the babbling of the river near her estate, the soft voices carried on the wind of the nearby town. She reached a hand up and felt her new ears, spun around to feel the swish of her tail. She'd done it, bonded with the animal inside and became a true Shaman. She let a tear fall from her face as she turned her eyes to the sky, the stars above letting her know she'd been in her trance for hours. She let a howl escape her lips, filled with anguish.

Once she recovered from the loss, she took stock of her situation. She looked at the new markings on her skin, nodding. They were another sign of her bonding with her spirit. She knew she had to make the most of her situation, and felt the wolf she was now merged with bleed over her personality, and decided to become a force to be reckoned with.

Years and Decades went by as she honed her new senses, crafting her knives and becoming skilled at the arts of infiltration and assassination. One thing she noticed had never changed among humanity is that people never stopped wanting eachother dead, and they never stopped wanting secrets from eachother. She loved the rush she got from completing a mission, the smell of fear in humans as her knives clashed with theirs, the subtle fidgets she picked up as she flirted with them. The sound of their heartbeat as it sped up from her actions.

Eventually her travels led to the island of Manta Carlos, where she began her trade anew. So many new people to meet, so many secrets to steal. Her tail began to wag behind her as her boat approached the island, her ears twitching in anticipation.

This was going to be fun.

Jelly wields a pair of custom made trench knives that are unbreakable as long as her spirit remains in her body. They look as the knife below.