Jezebel Gomes

[Fourarms]

Name: Jezebel Alexandria Gomes
Nickname: Jezzy, Jezz, Jazz, Belle, Ria, Gomez
Alias: Fourarms
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Face Claim: Mylène Jampanoï

Height: Average
Build: Petite
Hair Color: Black
Usual Hairstyle: Loose, slightly wavy
Eye Color: Hazel
Clothing Style: Casual but fashionable
Demeanor: Sarcastic

Likes:

• Her boi <3
  
• State fairs
  
• Messing with people's heads
  
• Motorcycles
  
• Tattoos
  

Dislikes:

• How dumb her boi can get
  
• The Antidote; she sees them as assholish
  
• Getting sick at state fairs
  
• People with WAY TOO MANY tattoos
  
• The barcode on her arm she can't seem to cover up right
  

Skills:

• She's brought sarcasm up to an art form
  
• Amazing aim with throwing hammers and other such items
  
• Keeping her boi in line
  

Flaws:

• Over emotional at times
  
• Holds grudges
  
• Doesn't know her own strength
  

Brief Description:

Jezz has always been the sarcastic type, loving to makes jokes at the expense of others. She does, however, know that there's a limit and tries her hardest not to cross it. She doesn't want to hurt people's feelings, she just wants to make them laugh. When she's angered, though, she can cut you with her words and bruise you with her fists. She is frequently violent, but she still tries her best not to SEVERELY hurt anyone.

Jezebel is not, has not, and never will be, ashamed of her body, hence her profession. She doesn't mind people looking, but she will NOT allow anyone to touch unless she genuinely loves them or thinks she does. Even when she's working at the bar, she still saves herself for her boy, even if there are rumors around that Playboy Bunnies will do that sort of thing for extra cash.

Class: Disastrous
Alignment: Neutral
Views: Neutral

Powers:

• Super Strength- Especially with her extra arms. She can lift twice as much as Seth can, but has lower stamina.
  
• Wallcrawling- A bit like a spider, she can crawl up walls with ease with her four arms.
  
• Superhuman Durability- She can withstand a lot more battering then the average human can, especially the average girl of her size
  

Weaknesses: Her extra arms make it hard for her to maneuver her normal arms sometimes; often doesn't know her own strength. She has low stamina when carrying too much wieght.

Mutations: Has an extra set of arms just below her normal ones.

Mother: Adriana Gomes
Father: Thomas Gomes
Siblings: Jeremy Gomes (twin)
Significant Other: Seth Jameson (boyfriend)
Children: Well...

Brief History:

Jezebel was born the fraternal twin to Jeremy Gomes on July 15th, 25 years ago. She led a relatively normal life, for someone living in the lower-middle class in Boston, Massachusettes. She wasn't sad or angry about her condition, though. She saw it as normal, actually. Nothing was wrong with her or her family, in her own eyes. She and her twin were never particularly close, however. Still, that didn't bother her; at least they weren't at each other's throats.

At the age of 18 she moved out and traveled to Las Vegas, where she quickly learned that her body was good enough to sell, to an extent (at least in her views), so she signed up as a Bunny for the local Playboy Club. She was generously tipped there, and made very good money as far as that sort of thing goes. And she was happy. At one point during her career, she met a man called Seth who'd accidentally wandered into the bar. He wasn't like the men she usually met and... she liked it. It was sort of endearing. She made sure he knew what way to get back to his hotel and went back to work, though he was on her mind for the rest of the night and a bit longer after that.

One day on her way home, she walked by a building she was used to seeing and ignoring. It was a sortof nondescript thing, white and kindof wornout, like many other buildings in the less savory parts of LA. What she didn't know, however, was that it was a lab where a crackpot scientist was making Synthetic Abnormals. That day, one of his experiments went wrong and the lab exploded, covering Jezebel with dirt, debris, and a frightening amount of chemicals. She, herself, was surprised she made it out alive. But she did. The doctor's sent her on her way a week later... though they were worried about the tiny bumps coming in just below her armpits.

It wasn't long before she found out what those bumps really were.

At first when her second pair of arms grew in, she was terrified with herself. Not because she was ugly, no. But because the government was scooping up Abnormals left and right and this meant she would have to give up her job. Frustrated and feeling somewhat alone, she ran, no car or anything, into the desert in an attempt to hide.

The Antidote caught up with her soon enough; it wasn't hard to miss a four-armed woman, especially one who would have to go through the city to get to where she was going. Four of them surrounded her and she was forced to fight them. She wasn't doing so hot, so she was glad when another Lesser appeared and helped. In the middle of the fight, however, he asked quite possibly the stupidest question ever.

"Can I have your number?"

"Is really the best time?!" she yelled back. "Tell ya' what, if we survive this, I'll take you on a date."

That's when he turned to look at her, getting shot in the back of the neck. Jezebel practically screamed in frustration... and that's when she got shot, too.

Jezebel woke up in a replica of her apartment in Adanac. She was sorta sad that she hadn't really talked to the guy; truth be told, she'd actually wanted to give him that date. So, when she found out he lived nearby, she was more then happy to give him her number. It wasn't long before they hooked up.

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