Groups
Description
Wolf form:
Gray big wolf, big blue eyes, male build although she's female
Human form:
Blonde beautiful hair, bright, sweet, blue eyes, tall, skinny.
Personality
Wolf form:
Mean, crul, cynical, sad.
Human form:
Smart, sweet, kind, loving, lovable.
Equipment
Wolf form:
Claws, wings
Human form:
Fists, teeth, sword.
History
No one really knows
Black Jazz lands on the roof of Gambits, snarling, and jumps off, pawing at the door until it opens, pulling her wings flat on her gray almost black fur, licking her nose, nothing to do, so as soon as she’s inside, she fluffs out her wings and wolf tail. Sniffing the ground around her, smelling non humans, and humans.
Black Jazz lands on the roof of Gambits, snarling, and jumps off, pawing at the door until it opens, pulling her wings flat on her gray almost black fur, licking her nose, nothing to do, so as soon as she’s inside, she fluffs out her wings and wolf tail. Sniffing the ground around her, smelling non humans, and humans.
Black Jazz lands on the roof of Gambits, and hops down, pawing at the door until it opens, placing her wings on her back flatly, shaking out her coat, feeling comfortable, sitting down near the door, feeling the nice breeze that comes in as a draft, starts panting from the fight she was just in, her lip now bleeding and wing hurt a bit, whimpers, clearly in pain, if transforms into human, will be uninjured, but her pride covers up this fact. Being too prideful and big and bad to do such a thing, walks over to a table and lays in a booth seat, her left wing extended upwards like a flag, if grabbed she’ll howl in pain and snarl, possibly biting the person who dared to grab her wing. Deciding as soon as her wolf form feels better, she’ll show off her beautiful human form as well.
Black Jazz decides to pull her wing back to her back, hiding them, if you look at her head on you see a normal wolf, but if you look at her from a side view, you see her wings cover her tail and back, sloping off like a downward ramp curving up a little, if you put a marble on it, it’ll lay there unless given a push, then it goes down at a degree angle, not many people have seen her human form, actually no one has, well they don’t know if they have or not, she hardly uses her human form, in fact she has a death certificate for her human form, using a fake identity. She has no job, no friends, nothing and no one to care for or care about, she’s a drifter.
Black Jazz shakes her massive head and stands on all fours, letting out a little sneeze, and walking to a bathroom, once inside, shifts to her battered and bruised human form, brushing out her blondish red hair, and blinking a few times in the mirror until her eyes turn back to blue from green, taking 5 blinks, each blink the green fades to blue, her face turns from a grayish to a tan color with freckles and scars, showing her true Irish heritage. Brushing her hands through her blondish red hair taking any snarls with her, not finding any, pulling her make-up bag out of the pocket in her cargo pants, applying her black mascara, and closing her eyes to put on her eye shadow, when putting it on the right eye, she squints her eye, cause she’s almost blind in her left eye, her wolf form has perfect eyesight, but her human form has shitty eyesight, after putting on her eye shadow and mascara, she puts a little blush on and cover-up to cover the scar above and below the right eye, and after this, smoothes out her black tank top and green cameo cargo pants. Doing one last look in the mirror as she exits, walking out into the bar with a small smile on her face, looking around, walks up to the bar counter and orders a beer.
Black Jazz looking around after her first swig, seeing nothing, no fights, no arguments or lovers quirls, see’s Dodger and lifts an eyebrow in interest, but ignores it, liking to play ‘hard to get’ but it’s not just a game to her, she is hard to get, and harder to get rid of, she doesn’t leave things undone, or leave loose ends, either kills loose ends or makes them into her or her little pet, with her she can bite for three reasons, to turn, kill or trap in a wolf body where she or he can’t speak or communicate.
Black Jazz nods softly, her hair around her shoulders shines in the dim bar lights and the slants of light coming from the windows of Gambits, she now looks directly at Dodger placing her chin in her open palm, the body language shows boredom, but the facile expression shows some interest, some very little, fire gets more interest from her then anything else, fire and blood, especially in her wolf form, well more of a wolf with Griffin wings.
Black Jazz smirks and nods, ”Yes as a matter of a fact I can” she says in a sweet, tone. ”I just choose not to at times” she says with a small smile, and plays with her hair, then takes a sip of her beer, although the smell revolts her, the taste is something she grew up with, her first sip was at the age of 3, her mother didn’t give a rats ass.
Black Jazz nods, ”You can call me Jazz” she says with a nod, and finishes off her beer, then puts the bottle aside, tapping her foot as she listens to the one ear bud in her ear.
Black Jazz shakes her head softly, ”I have no place to crash, I stay in the woods” she says with a sad smile, ”I don’t normally stay in one place too long, especially in this form, sadly” she says with a shrug, having forgotten her brother could be lurking anywhere, not caring though, if her brother needs her, he’ll call or find her somehow, she is pulled out of her thoughts when her forehead hurts a bit, and she rubs her scar along her eye.
Black Jazz nods at him, ”I don’t need a car” she says pointing to her back where you can clearly see two lumps when she hunches foreword, ”Winged werewolf” she says proudly, ”My brother is the same way” she says with a shrug and grabs another beer.
Black Jazz nods, sadly, but keeps her small smile, ”Actualy, yes” she says taking the top off her beer and taking a swig before talking again, ”I bite for three reasons, 1-to turn, 2-to kill and 3-to well it’s both, but if I bite for the last reason, then the bitten person is a wolf forever and can’t go back and forth like me or if I bit for the second reason” she says with a shrug, this was normally the time when they ran screaming, then she chased them and she killed them, ”But, they don’t get wings, they just become a werewolf, only my mate when I get one will have wings” she says with a sigh and sad smile, sipping her beer again.
Black Jazz shrugs and puts her elbows on the table, putting her ipod away, ”I have my likes and dislikes like everyone else” she says putting her purse on the table next to her, ”Like, has to be loyal, faithful, trustable, loving, love me for me, take and love the monster I am, accept the fact that I am a monster” she says listing a few important things, not really mentioning the biggest thing, wanting the life she has, living for a long time, hunting, being in a pack that can turn on you if they want, as for her, she’s an outcast, and has no pack, her and brother are all that consists of the ‘pack’ which was wiped out by an enemy pack, leaving her with an injured wing which heals everyday she’s human.
Black Jazz had taken a drink of her beer then heard him, and wondered if he was hinting, and nearly choaked on her beer, ”Call me parionide but are you hinting?” she asks, coughing between every other word then pounding on her chest with her fist, pushing down the beer which entered the wrong pipe. Then shook her head slightly, and waited for his answer.
Black Jazz stares in shock, one eye squinted the other wide, her lips pulled in the ending pose thing of saying ‘Oh’ (puckering lips) then snapped out of it and shook her head out, ”Well, don’t let my brother know if you are interested or not” she says shaking her head, knowing her brother would make her bite him and make another pack member, she shivers at the thought of biting a stranger before she knows if he feels anything towards her or not.
Black Jazz nods and relaxes, ”Yeah, at times, but am used to raw meat, but sometimes cooked meat can be good” she says, then grimaces, ”I’d pay you back, but my brother has all our money” she says, with a pout, ”And I never leave anything undone, leave no debt unpaid” she said to him and smiled weakly, turning to study the counter top.
Black Jazz shakes her head and studies the burger, ”No, I mean, pay you back for buying the burger” she says and takes a bite, then studies the burger, it had been a long time since she saw the imprint of her human teeth eating something, she hadn’t been in her human form for at least a few months, the longest she went as a wolf, after her 21st birthday she stayed a winged wolf then a few months later she sits at Gambits with someone who has gotten her attention and drew her to talk.
Black Jazz nods softly, and notices he put the receipt away, ”How much do I owe you when I get my money from my brother?” she asks softly after chewing and swallowing her food, ”I haven’t been in my human form since the day after my 21st birthday when I tragically died in a car crash which was torched by an arsonist which is still on the run” she says with a wink.
Black Jazz shakes her head, ”Sadly, I have to pay you back, it’s something I do” she says, then gets an idea, and kisses his cheek, ”I guess that would work” she says and takes another bite of the burger.
Black Jazz nods, "Swimming is good too" she says as she finishes her soda.