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The Frumious Femme Fatale. by ~GothicOrVintage:iconGothicOrVintage:

Categories Digital Art > Drawings > People

©2009 ~GothicOrVintage
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Artist's Comments

[July 31, 2008]
Streamlined and efficient!

Version 13.0 Oh lawdy jebus, I think I'm done.

For a complete journal on her, or partially complete, please direct your attention to here: [link]

Stats

Name: Jack Bex Worb [Treated as first, middle, and last name]
Pronunciation: jak [as in the name JACK] bex [rhymes with TEX, as in a short form of Texas] worb [rhymes with ORB, as in a sphere]
Eye Colour: Pumpkin orange, no pupils, very glassed over eyes
Hair: Dark cocoa brown, with dark red and greys peeking through. Curly and unruly, the bangs cover [her] left eye near entirely, and just poofs out everywhere.
Age: Appears to be twenty-five, her actual age being forty-four. [Dying at twenty-five has basically frozen her appearance into that age, but as her health deteriorate through hunger, her body will begin to age]
Height: 5' 2"
Build: Curvy, and a little more cushin' for the pushin' [Big boobs, hips, thighs, and ass, broad shoulders, thinner hands] with some extra padding
Birthdate: July 31, 1873

Personality: Most people would expect a little lady like Jack to be a tart with a heart. Honey, she's never had a heart, even when she was alive. Jack was always an off child, growing up in the poor east side of London in the late 1800's has shaped her mind into a cold, cement room, blocking herself from the harsh outside world. At the young age of fifteen, she started working the streets, and it really moved her mind to be very sex orientated. She doesn't have a preference of gender, and probably has tried near everything under this sun. A chronic liar with a hot temper, sharp wit, and sociopathy, the best way to get her to talk is money. Jack has been known to talk jobs as a hit-man on occasion, but her most steady job is a stripper and call-girl, mainly based in Central City, fanning out to Sin City, and Gotham. Prone to snide remarks, a general dislike of the human race, being undead, and lack of a damn to give, we're lucky that that façade she puts on is a damn good one. Appearing just as an assertive woman, her anger runs far deeper then one innately thinks, and if you give her the right price, she'll turn on those she cares about in an instant. Somewhere, deep in the back of her brain, there's a little beast, known as 'Calavera,' tends to pop up when she's hungry, turning her into her natural self, that of a ruthless, bloodthirsty, fuckin' pissed killin' machine. Fun stuff, amirite? Little Calavera doesn't quite get how one can love another person, or for that matter, someone who is a complete different species from her. Reclusive, shrew, two-faced, jealous, and above all ruthless, I wouldn't turn my back on this woman, she's got a knife, and she's lookin' at you.
Distinguishing marks: Distinguishing Marks: Most notable are the two always-visible scars, one is a slash mark that cuts along her neck, only in the front, and the other is a y-incision It cuts from each shoulder, to the bottom of the breastbone, and the tail extends to the pubic bone, and goes through the navel. It is held closed via metal staples. She has dark circles around her eyes, and a small beauty mark above the right side of [her] lip. Silver labret piercing under lip. Nipples pierced with silver barbells. Black thick-rimmed glasses. Stitching on the upper of [her] right arm. Roman numeral '5' and Star of David on the left side of [her] left hip. Black painted nails. Large breasts and hips, but works with body.

Element: Having the ability to directly extract, control, and manipulate naturally accruing poisons or toxins, any agent that is capable of producing a morbid, noxious, or deadly effect to organisms, causing damage, illness, or death to said organisms.
Element Description: Using her element, Jack can create poisons by either mixing various natural substances together, or by extracting poisons directly from the plant or animal they naturally come from. She can then use either highly toxic, harmful, or irritating poisons to hurt or heal people, either through their blood stream, skin contact, inhaling, or ingesting. Said poisons can occur in a liquid or gas state. If it is a solid, she would have to break it down before she can use it.
In battle applications: She can inflict a poison upon someone so that they gradually receive damage, or administer an illness to you using the poison if, and only if, that poison would create that illness or disease in it's natural environment. Depending on the toxicity of the poison, the level of damage differs, along with how it reacts to the organism.

Fighting style: Up close and personal
In-depth Fighting Style: She enjoys getting in the thick of things in battle. She relies on Martial Arts style fighting by using her hands and feet to cause damage. Although not the strongest, she's quick and trains to be flexible, so she can evade most attacks. She prefers to not use her element in the beginning of battle or if she knows it won't be very helpful. Because of this, she's more used to hand to hand combat and using her weapon, and is still figuring out the whole magic part.
Strengths: Speed, agility, improvisation
Weaknesses: Easily angered, acts on impulse and emotion, aim, strategy, taking orders
Use of ability: She controls poisons, while in liquid form, like a water bender would control water. Or in cloud form, by swishing and mixing it about.

Somebody Info

Name: Jabberwock, after the poem by Lewis Carroll, which had been published shortly before she was born
Homeworld: Land of the Dead, Corpse Bride
Background story: History: Lordy, where do I begin? Well, essentially, she had a real fucked up life. c: Before she was born, one of her older brothers, Bill, died of tuberculosis, so she never knew him. Her family is the sort with many secrets, and few answers. They never talked about Bill, or why she never saw her father. Apparently, he was threatened by her grandmother, and left, never allowed to see the children. When she asked about him, answers were never given, and generally brushed off, even though this has given her a slight, slight Electra complex over time. Anyways, she was raised with her mother, Belladonna, her eldest brother, Mock, and her grandmother, Frances, which was her mother's mother. Growing up in the poorer eastern London, crammed into a rundown tenement with several other families. Short on cash, or anything else, the kids went off to work at young ages while Donna stayed home to care for her mother. The young Jabberwock, at fifteen, had to join a brothel, because, hell, sex sells. After a few years, she started to learn to really enjoy sex, and the money that she got from it. Holding onto that occupation for ten years, at twenty five, she met a gruesome end to her life. She usually says that her mother had killed her, but the facts are iffy, and it could have been anyone. Either way, the things that did happen was she was killed, pushed into a river, and later, several organs were stolen.
She "woke up" so to speak, several years later in the Land of the Dead. The man she had been in love with for years, who had died before her, had moved on with her life. Being a young woman thrust into the life of a dead woman, she spiraled into a serious bout of depression, anger overcoming her mind, and Calavera became known. For several years, she was an antisocial, vengeful prick, and it wasn't until she was thirty-six that her mind was snapped back into place. She had left the Land of the Dead seven months before, taking to wandering aimlessly, and had ended up in a hospital. The events leading up to "it" landed her in the purple ward, stuck, no, trapped, in a small room of a psych ward. When chaos and hysteria struck the hospital, in the form of freaky-ass black things with glowing eyes, Jabber was able to bust out of her room. Weakened from being in a confined space, she tried to run, and ran into a smaller room, filled with rows and rows of toxic liquids, poisons, used for torture as the "doctors'" tried to figure out what they did. Darkness seeping under the door, Jabber started to panic at the darkness engulfing the room, moving towards her. It ran up her legs, then her body, then her face. She thrashed around, trying to get them off of her. She didn't want to die again, not like this. They yanked her heart from her body, but she was able to survive, turned to a nobody. Turned to darkness.
In her panic, the bottles of toxic liquid shook violently, as if trying to escape the glass cages. When she thrashed her hand out at the heartless, a bottle was thrown from it's shelf, shattering, and the contents were flung at a heartless. It seemed to sizzle and thrashed violently, finally disappearing in a greyed cloud. With quick, sharp movements, more of the bottles were flung from their shelves, broken, and hit the heartless. Getting to her feet, she felt the poisons engulfing her body, solidifying around her, fixing her body. She walked silently forward, the liquids following her, leaving the room, the hallway, the hospital. Jabber kept walking, feeling like the toxins were burning away all the bad ideas in her mind, the memories, everything. After a few years of this... this walking.... this aimless wandering, she found a man with tanned skin, black hair, and gold eyes. Will, damn, she was automatically attracted to him, but then he just had to go and open his mouth. After a bit of explaining, questions and answers, and failed flirting on both ends, Jack finally agreed to join their small organization of four people. Then shit just went down for there.

Attacks
Toxicity: [Mid-range, environment] She spills poisons onto the battlefield in large puddles around her, making it harder for the opponent to move around and attack do to wetness factor, and that the poison has the chance of getting into wounds and spread around.
Vile Beasts: [Summon] Jack summons her lesser nobodies, the Vile Beasts, [tiny little bottles (viles) that have four little legs] that jump onto the opponent and break, hitting the opponent with shards of glass and poison.
Arch Venom: [Ultimate attack, any range] Jack summons as much poison as she can, and creates a large wave, at times clearing fifty feet, then spreads over the battle field. Anyone caught in the mass will be caught in the mixture of poisons and broken bottles, and could easily swallow, inhale, or get it into wounds, causing damage. They are stuck in it unless they can swim out, or it flows until it's thin enough to get out. [This can only occur when she is low on health or dying]
Belladonna's Bane: [Defensive] Jack drops bottles of poison onto the battle field, creating puddles. She then moves them up with sharp strokes of her hand in beam like points, blocking attacks.
Bad Trip! Bad Trip!: [LULZ attack, close to mid-range] By spreading one of her favourite poisons, pure opium, into the surrounding air though cloud form, it can get inhaled, and nature takes it course. Works best in concentrated bursts, or enclosed spaces. Mainly done for the lulz, but has been known to take effect in battle, or to get everyone to calm the fuck down.
Noxious Breaths: [Environment, close range] Jack summons a cloud of the poison of her choosing, and spreads it out in a cloud around her, maxing out at ten feet. It makes breathing more difficult, and although not usually using lethal poisons, can cause the victims to become noxious or pass out.

Quotes
-Pick yer poison, love.
-'ere tuh coffee maker go off ta?
-Need me coffee, dear.
-Sorry dolls, t'ink I will be 'eading ta sleep now before I pass ou' on ya all.
-'anks, 'un.
-'is man 'as ta be bloody nutters.
-Excuse me, Ducky. Don' wanna leave ya 'aning 'ere, but I go'a run.
-It was an acciden', I swear! [Lies]
-:icondodecafacepalmplz:

Songs:
"Poison" by The Prodigy - Theme
"A Little Priest" by The Sweeney Todd Soundtrack - Cooking Theme
"Just a Job to Do" by Genesis - Mission Theme
"Roxie's Suite" by The Chicago Soundtrack - Battle Theme

Also, I tend to fail at conveying her personality in the chatroom, so if she's being oddly nice, I ain't doing it right.

'Night!
:coffeecup: Gothic

=org-nu

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~Enigma89 Aug 25, 2009, 8:47:23 PM
You changed her again, btw your in my journal

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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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~GothicOrVintage Aug 25, 2009, 9:00:23 PM
I change her too much. D: I think I've finally settled on a design. Now I'll stop being hit with things for mussing with her. And oh u~ <3

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Stupid things please me.
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~Enigma89 Aug 25, 2009, 9:24:28 PM
its ok i am thinking of doing a nox a new sheet!
what do you think, Btw...i have a drawing thing open ...you know you want one

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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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~GothicOrVintage Aug 25, 2009, 9:30:27 PM
Sweeeet. I like that idear. Yeesssss.

And maybeh. >w> I shall galumph over to check this out.

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Stupid things please me.
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~Enigma89 Aug 25, 2009, 9:34:29 PM
Just like your sheep in your icon?
only you should have an eye patch and a peg leg

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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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~GothicOrVintage Aug 25, 2009, 9:45:59 PM
Ohfuckyes. I approve of that message!

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Stupid things please me.
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~Enigma89 Aug 25, 2009, 9:55:33 PM
I can so see that in my head

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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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~GothicOrVintage Aug 25, 2009, 10:00:30 PM
Dude, I can too. And it's so badass. I needa doodle that, man. IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

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Stupid things please me.
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~hyperionwitch Aug 27, 2009, 12:27:42 PM
Dang! I like it. :D Very snazzy, seems fitting of the lady. *offers you a high five of LOVE*

(DAMMIT, all of these people redesigning nobodies has finally gotten to me. Xal's will be posted as soon as I can. XD)

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"Okay, get that picture in your head of L when he's talking about the good guys. Now look at that cow."
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