be careful what you do, because god is watching your every move.
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NAME: Waylen Alexsander
NICKNAMES: Give me some.
ALIASES: DATE OF BIRTH: PLACE OF BIRTH: CURRENT RESIDENCE: PREVIOUS RESIDENCE: SPECIES: Half elf | half human
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Very dark brown - almost black
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 160
family
Info coming soon.
Traits: Childish, manipulative, inconsistent, creative, violent, dependent, attention-seeking, ingenuous, chaos-driven, arrogant
Personality: Full of contradictions, Jezebel is extremely child-like in nature, hovering around the mental age of nine. Despite her childish persona, she is intensely sadistic, and has extremely brutal violent tendencies. While being behaviorally at a juvenile level, she is rather intelligent, above average compared to most adults. Her intelligence mostly manifests in artistic ways (ie. she draws her feelings in complicated ways no one can understand, she makes dollhouses out of bones, etc). Her biggest flaw though is that she is easily distracted, unable to stay on one topic for more than a few minutes at a time. She is highly egotistical, viewing everyone else as below her. She holds no-to-very-little regard for other living beings, excluding bugs. While not a leader, Jezebel isn't a follower, preferring to go along to the beat of her drum. However, she has a very dependent personality, and lacks the ability to make the decisions that truly matter. Pathology | Modus Operandi | Signature: Serial Killer (disorganized/asocial) | She removes the skeleton, starting with the appendicular, then if they're still alive, she moves to the axial skeleton | Keeps the bones she removes as long as they were removed while the victim was alive
Disorders:Psychopathy a mental disorder in which an individual manifests amoral and antisocial behavior, lack of ability to love or establish meaningful personal relationships, extreme egocentricity, failure to learn from experience, etc. Reactive Attachment Disorder a disorder caused by a lack of attachment to any specific caregiver at an early age, and results in an inability for the child to form normal, loving relationships with others. Conduct Disorder a mental disorder diagnosed in childhood or adolescence that presents itself through a repetitive and persistent pattern of behavior in which the basic rights of others or major age-appropriate norms are violated. These behaviors are often referred to as "antisocial behaviors." ADHD a brain disorder marked by an ongoing pattern of inattention and/or hyperactivity-impulsivity that interferes with functioning or development.
Addictions: Cocaine, blood, collar bones
- honestly and truly believes that the only way to get attention from other people is by annoying or hurting them, a deep rooted belief that has been prevalent in all of her actions since early childhood.
- she knows absolutely nothing about technology, and can't use it even when in possession of it. this includes phones, computers, tvs, etc.
- since birthday's weren't really celebrated in the moriarty household, jezebel doesn't know when hers is.
- doesn't understand technology, can only take pictures with a phone, other than that - utterly useless. doesn't own a phone or anything of her own.
- not really physically strong, and is easily overpowered. most people are just scared of her, and for those that aren't - she knows her way out of things.
- believes that she spent most of her time in white chapel in solitary confinement, but actually blocked most of her time there due to trauma.
- has been petrified of the dark since her days in white chapel, but doesn't remember why.
- keeps multiple scalpels strapped to her forearms.
- dumps blood and/or glitter on people as a sign of affection, gives centipedes in extreme cases.
- while she's highly likely to harm someone else, she is far more of danger to herself, and always has been.
- has a thing against cats, there's no reason for it, she just really likes stapling them to walls.
triggers
- Enclosed spaces
- Anything concerning her mother
- Ruairi's disappearance
- Breaking any of her collected bones
- Being abandoned
- "Why are you like this?"
Hatred was easy to understand. It was easy to see why most people she met hated her very existence. An antagonist in every meaning of the word, the easy adversary to all she crossed. Jezebel spent years forging her personality, a desperate struggle to keep herself from getting left behind. Hours upon hours spent with her brothers, each playing a game of emotions. Who could outfeel the others? Ruari was the best with empathy, Prince related to apathy, but when it came to anger - the winner was clear, and it was always Jezebel. Anger at her parents, her brothers, her peers. Anger at a world that refused to understand her, a fury brighter than the sun.
Now happiness, that was an emotion none with the name Moriarty knew - the easiest to fake, and the hardest to attain. Kezia taught her children from day one that one had to make their own lot in life, there were never any handouts. Of course, that only applied to Jezebel - the only life that didnโt matter. How could it mean anything? She had two other lives to mold seamlessly to her own.
Still, Jezebel believed she had a chance in life. A young naive wish, made long before she passed the point of no return. She thought she could prepare herself for the world, that she didnโt need anyone else to guide her. She was wrong.
The years rolled past, some heads followed, and suddenly she found herself in California - the odds still seldom in her favor. It always seemed that no matter how hard she tried, her mother was always there to take everything.
Remember Jezebel, there are no handouts. She took her father before she was born. She took Ruairi, the only one she ever wanted. She took Prince, the one who was always on her side. Then she gave Ruairi Keelin, and with that she had taken Jezebelโs sanity too.
But it didnโt end there. No, Kezia couldnโt stop until she had taken her entire life, and one could only take so much before they snapped. Thatโs exactly what Jezebel did, a panicked two a.m. 9-1-1 call. A red-streaked blonde sat on the floor of a destroyed nursery; furniture splintered and scattered in pieces across the floor, pink-stained ivory piled ahead of her; the thirteen year old had built herself her first toy - a doll house. And finally, Jezebel had lost her freedom too, Keziaโs hold on the throne she built solidified. It was then that Jezebel understood; there are no chances for the forsaken.
I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone
Hold my hand in the dark street, for if you do I know that I'll be safe.
cassia aurelia
But what happens when I know it all?
misa's song
Be careful what you do, 'cause God is watching your every move. Hold my hand in the dark street, for if you do I know that I'll be safe. Even if I'm far away and alone, I can be sure that you'll find me there. This I know. You draw me close for a while, so quiet. You tell me everything. If I forget what you say, then you come to me and tell me again. Yes you'd tell me once again. But what happens when I know it all? Then what should I do after that? What then?
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