Name: Jessica Tell
Aliases: Jessie, The Bitch, Vassal of God
Age: 35
Gender: Transgender Female
Race: Human
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 189lbs
Profession: Corporate Assassin/Spy
Appearance: Quite possibly the pinnacle of beauty for someone who was born as a male, Jessie Tell is a testament to the suppression of testosterone and the boost of hormones. Her strong lithe body looks as though it came from an Olympic athlete or at very most a super model with pale hairless skin and supple limbs that seem to cast an illusion of perfectly sculpted muscles. Despite her rather boyish face she still exudes a feminine aura through her facial features, particularly through the jade almond shaped eyes that have softened with the passing of time, though slight crow’s feet can be seen in the crevices of her short pointed nose. Flaming red hair bursts from the top of her head in large waves, reaching her shoulder blades in their length. Taking away from the illusion that she could have been a supermodel at one time, Jessica has marred her body with a tattoo on her upper left bicep of a bullet with intricate pair of angel wings growing out of it.
Attire: Perhaps due to circumstances she couldn’t control, or due to the fact that she prefers them, Jessica is rarely seen out of her black skin tight Poly-Kevlar armor. The armor itself is much like a cat suit of sorts, leather or thick cloth in the areas that require mobility and Kevlar covering the areas that need a certain amount of protection. This armor is sleeveless though it does come with a pair of armored arm padding that covers from wrist to lower bicep. As well the suit comes with small pouches on each of the outer thighs, as well as a larger pouch in the mid back. Though she is keen on wearing the suit most of her time, Jessica has been known to wear normal clothing over it, tending toward red sleeveless shirts and loose pairs of jeans coupled with a leather belt and a holster belt. Jessica is prone to wearing light leather boots or at very least black sneakers to allow her a greater range of movement. Beyond that her hair is often tied back into a loose pony tail with a purple ribbon wrapped around the base of her hair. The holster itself seems to have special slots for her throwing knives.
Personality:There was a time that Jessica Tell was known for her bravado, a sharp wit that threw itself into whatever she did. Through her disarming nature she was often deemed ‘The Bitch’ by people she came across. This was not because she was necessarily a bitch by the modern connotation of the word, but because her mischievousness and strength of will often caused a certain amount of friction that she seemed to sadistically enjoy. However times changed and names and faces blurred and the reality that Jessica once knew faded into obscurity. Without that her emotions faded, and she became enlightened to the point of often seeming haunted. Though her bravado still shines through to an extent, she has gained perspective and control over what she says and does. No longer the wild child of her youth she knows exactly what to say and how much it will cut others down.
Overview:“What’s my story?” Jessie smirked wryly showing those crows feet in the depths of her green eyes that had come with age and worry. They were a mark of days gone by, one of the many pasts that she would like to neglect.
Not that she could neglect it even if offered.
“Well my friend I’ll tell you my story, since we probably won’t ever see each other again. Don’t worry though; I’m an open book like that. Anyway it all started in a city on Earth called New York.”
From darkness to light she was conscious but not sentient as she was blinded, blurred beings looming over her as she tried to orient herself to her surroundings. It was cold, not like the place she had been with her sister who had suddenly disappeared before she herself had been pushed down a tube of some kind into the wet hands of some kind of white clad being. It had a voice like the one that always spoke warmly into their home, though it was a different voice. She still couldn’t see, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to see with the loud sounds that were coming from all around her. A particularly piercing sound caught her ears, and suddenly it was the sound she herself was making, a scream.
She was a boy.
For a long time James and his sister Jessica were unaware of the world around them, but time passed rather simply and they grew up to be wonderful children. However James was always timid, letting his bold sister decide what to do and what to say for him. She wasn’t abusive; rather she was protective of her slightly younger brother. Even when her parents started fighting she was the one who embraced her brother and consoled him. It was a time of innocence and they hoped just like in all the fairy tales that they would come out with a happy ending.
“Happy endings just don’t happen though.” Jessica sighed. “Not without some coaxing, and unfortunately we were too young and too naive to coax out a happy ending.”
“What happened?” The balding business man asked from his place on the chair, sweating as he looked back to Jessica.
“What else?”
His father had gone ballistic, ballistic enough that if one of them didn’t do something he was going to cause some permanent misery. Brushing his hands furiously through his red hair he looked down on his wife with blazing eyes, free hand on the kitchen counter placed over a large knife. Whether or not he had actually seen the knife was up for question, but both the children saw it from their place in the darkened hall and looked at each other with widened eyes. James would not do anything himself; he never was one to stand up to either of his parents. Jessica though…
Jessica was brave.
“Daddy stop!” She was out in the living room standing between him and her mother before James could stop her. “Stop it now!”
True to his fury, their father looked down at the girl with blazing eyes, only seeing a smaller version of his wife. With his giant grasp he placed his hands quickly around her small neck and threw her with as much force as possible to a nearby wall. Her light frame hit the plaster with a sickly snap and the little red headed girl slumped downward, not moving.
Dead.
Looking through tearless eyes, James waited for his sister to get up from the blow and try to stop the fight again. Having never experienced death it was a long instant before he realized that she wasn’t alright, before any of them realized that Jessica Chloe Tell was never going to stop that fight. James stood with tears in his eyes emerging from the hallway into the living room to rush over to his sister, but he only felt the wounded eyes of his parents on him before they turned back to that little body slumped against the wall.
It was his mothers turn to overreact, pushing her husband forward with an exponential burst in strength her lacquered nails curled around the knife on the counter as they both fell to the linoleum floor. Much like death, the little boy had never experienced blood before, and seeing it gush from his father’s chest was another long moment before he realized that his father would never be mad again. Visibly trembling now, James sank to his knees as he watched his fathers limp fingers fall from his mother’s neck. Both he and his mother were crying, unable to move as they fell face down on the floor.
“She probably would have turned herself in had the police not been called during the commotion by a neighbor.” Jessie stopped for a long moment walking to the window of the hotel room and pulling back the curtain with her free hand. She didn’t bother to look out, she knew what was outside, and she had more important things to do than look at the bland scenery. “Of course I was put into a home. It hurt a lot, I was so sad, but after a while… I couldn’t be sad any more; I just started hating myself, hating what I had become. I hated myself all through high school, only losing myself when I was doing something physical. Or when I was… Well…”
The dog at the orphanage had no name according to the staff, but James soon learned from his peers that they had all named it Mutt. As orphanage legend told, Mutt was a savior of a little girl that had been adopted some years earlier, his act of heroism was saving her from a truck, thus his missing limb. As the tale continued, they said that Mutt had decided to stay at the orphanage to keep the other children safe. Many of the boys were mean to the dog at first, which is why Mutt preferred to laze around the girl’s hall on a couple of ratty blankets supplied by the Orphanage staff. However when James got settled into the environment of his temporary home, he and Mutt quickly grew toward each other, perhaps only due to their similar character flaws.
In essence both James Tell and Mutt were broken spirits; ridiculed by their own, they sought the guidance in a silent life out of everyone’s way. Though this was contradictory to their base nature, they were protectors of the weak, and at the right time would get over their cowardice to rise above their potential at any cost. As it were they had both lost something precious to them in an instant, Mutt his leg, and James his purity. There were differences though; Mutt was willing to move on, his intelligence and experience pulling him through the darkness forward into a new life. James however was caught stupidly in his own grief, and sought desperately to push the reset button on his life. Though Mutt disagreed he allowed James the key to his new life, the door to the reset button was just down the hall of those ratty blankets, through the door and in the various closets.
Senior year was when he was no longer a he; instead he had assumed the guise of Jessica Chloe Tell, choosing to live as his sister would. No longer willing to say sorry for what he had done, Jessica quickly grew into place as a confident young woman, earning the respect of some staff and many of her friends at the home. After graduating she was able to leave the home to pursuit her own life, promising that she would make something of herself.
“And did you?” The man asked rationally, though the sweat on his brow said that he was still nervous around her.
Jessica let out a small chuckle. “Fuck yea. Not at first though, I ended up as a night manager at some bookstore in the city. Bullshit job really no one ever came to the bookstore at night. I really wanted to do something with my acrobatics, but none of the local teams would accept me because I had a dick. So much for my dream of becoming an Olympic gymnast.”
“That doesn’t sound like you made something of yourself.”
“Calm down moron, I’m standing here right now aren’t I? Proof enough that I made something of myself.” Jessica rolled her eyes. “No wonder they sent me, you’re not too bright. No I didn’t get to pursuit my dream, instead I ended up doing something else, a calling as it were.”
She wasn’t like the others in the lineup, they had all been soldiers or upstanding citizens that actually wanted to do what she was currently being trained to do. After seeing a sign on the side of a bus for the police she joined the force working the beat for a couple of months. Jessica wasn’t really suited for the work though, not that she wasn’t able to do it, just that she was showing such aptitude in maintaining the law that she was starting to surpass all her senior officers. Of course such commendable behavior could not go unnoticed by the higher ups and she was offered a position in the CIA.
“Jessica Tell come with me.” A man came into the room and promptly led her out.
Scared that she was going to be fired on her first day, Jessica was relieved when she was led into the room where Peter Simmons, the man who had hired her sat. Sitting down after being offered a chair they made idle chatter for a while before another man entered the room. Quite possibly the stereotypical CIA agent, he wore a pressed business suit and thick sunglasses. Silently he walked to a chair behind the table where Simmons and she sat, placing both elbows on the table and holding his head with his chin.
“Simmons tells me…” He said shortly. “That you have skill.”
“In bed maybe.” Jessica leaned back. “Did you want a whirl?”
“He also told me that you had a mouth on you. The CIA is not looking for comedians, they would throw you out before you had a chance to step through the door Mr. Tell.”
“Miss.” Jessie corrected.
“But, fortuneately enough for you…” He stopped for a moment. “We’re in a bit of a bind as to finding people of your particular… Caliber. What I’m saying Mr. Tell-“
“Miss.”
“Is that we are not the CIA, you will not be gathering intelligence. Rather we are in need of an assassin, someone that can learn quickly like you, someone that is already comfortable with their body like you. Someone who is not afraid to keep their secrets a secret… Like you James Tell.”
“Jessica Tell.” Jessica stood. “And if you’re going to keep calling me different then I’m going to leave.”
After a long moment the man himself stood. “We are a secret cell called the Jewel Cutters Guild, we handle threats within the borders of this country. As an assassin we will ask you to risk your life daily for our cause, but we will supply you with the best training and equipment that we can buy.”
Jessica crossed her arms. “So what? I’m supposed to be like James Bond or something?”
“In a manner of speaking, you would be the one who would kill James Bond for being in America.”
“Oh cool… Villain.” Jessica rubbed her hands together.
Stepping away from the window, Jessica once again looked to the uncomfortable man. “So I started doing work for them for a couple of years. It was a lot like working in the bookstore, thankless work for maximum effort, no chance of advancing through the ranks. I probably could have advanced through the ranks were I not the best thing since the best thing since sliced bread. They had too many uses for me and I had too much skill for them not to use me. After a while though I retired, leaving after promising I’d never reveal their secrets… Not that it’s much use keeping those secrets now.”
“What’d you do after that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? No… Probably not. I became a private Bounty Hunter for a couple of years, taking hits for money. After gaining a subsequent amount of money and fame in the circles of the underworld however, I retired again. Not really because I wanted too, but because I had something else to think about at the time…” Jessica stopped. “You might want to get a handkerchief for this one, it’s a bit melodramatic.”
Plain and simple, she was in love.
Mary was the only lesbian that she had ever met that had ever considered her fully a girl even after revealing her past. Of course, even if she had not been so accepting, Jessica would have still been madly in love with the girl. They just seemed to click whenever they were together, sharing everything with each other. And even though Jessica was obliged not to tell Mary everything she had ever done in her past, they still held a bond that said that she didn’t need to tell everything.
And of course there were the nightmares.
Jessica had always had them, tossing and turning in the heat of the night, however Mary was able to sooth those restless dreams, to help her to slowly get over that baggage. It was through Mary that James and all that he had seen and done soon faded into the background. Through Mary, Jessica grew from the wild youth that used her silver tongue as much as she breathed into a calm and collective person who put another before her. Mary had honed her, held her and loved her to the point that Jessica Tell no longer had any choice but to live and protect Mary in her stead.
“Happy endings just don’t happen though.” Jessica sighed. “Just like many of the other planets, mine was one of the ones manufactured by an ancient race to culminate humans that could transcend the bounds of reality. You know as well as I do, that this multiverse of ours is in a ceaseless civil war. Everyone wants their own piece of heaven and they all fight each other to grab a universe to control on their own. It’s an age when businessmen like you have complete control over gods and goddesses.”
“Its not like that at all, we’re all expanding the multiverse for the betterment of humanity.”
“Come now, that’s a closed way of thinking. Even without being the Vassal of God, I know the world isn’t black and white.” Jessica pushed the gun to his forehead as he reached for the pack at his side. “No black pure heart or white soul could have destroyed the world that I lived and loved so much. Only greed could have taken my darling away from me.”
Jessica sunk to her knees again, the pale sky casting down burning rain to her already bloodied dirtied body. She didn’t care if she died there; there was no reason to live anymore, no reason for her to care. Mary lay on the floor, burned, bloodied. She had never experienced death like this before, and it was a long moment before Jessica realized that her Mary would never console her after having a nightmare again. Tears streamed in droves down her cheeks, tears that may as well been blood with how much they hurt.
Hunching over the beautiful body of her lover she mourned for days wishing her own death, wishing that whatever god had decided that her world was not worth the trouble of survival would just kill her too. But death didn’t come and Jessica could not bring herself to fire God upon herself. So she started to do what humanity had naturally done for eons before the world had been wiped nearly clean and put her mind to surviving the disaster that had fell over her.
“You must have been angry.” He raised his chin a little as he saw the end of the story coming.
“Oh I was.” Jessica said almost sadly. “But there wasn’t enough left in the world for me to be angry at, the rocks didn’t react to my thrashing, and the dead certainly didn’t say anything to my curses. The fire did not recede when I threatened it, and the sky did not tremble in fear when I glared. After a while I just couldn’t be mad anymore, I couldn’t be sad… And that was when… That was when I was finally able to leave it all behind.”
A long pause passed between them, the man expecting to die, and Jessie expecting yet another comment.
“I suppose it was the second time.” Jessie explained. “I was able to get over that emotional barrier and when I did I found a new perspective. The perspective of God, I suddenly knew why and how things happened, and I knew how to change that. I suddenly knew and became part of the Multiverse, and I just walked away from the husk that used to be my world. Now I’m afraid that you yourself must become a husk, its nothing personal I assure you, it’s merely the will of God.”
And God thundered in the hotel room.
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From: Momentum Sparring
Abilities:Vassal of God – Jessica is able to splice through the physical fabric of space and time, creating by will, two coinciding physical dimensions in a small space. An example being able to throw a knife in one direction and splicing its dimensional trajectory to make it so two or more knives are traveling in different directions. This ability allows her both defensive and offensive capabilities, however she can only do it in a small physical space about the size of a soccer ball.
James Tell – A past that could never be let go, James is a history that had been suppressed through years of becoming Jessie Tell. Shoved into the shadows of his own mind by his own fear and darkened view of the world around him. James desperately sought to become something else, and he did by becoming Jessica Tell, the confident emulation of what his twin sister would have become had she not met her own demise. Over the years James existed as Jessie, and after a while he had no need to exist and seemingly left her to be herself. In the miasma of the post apocalyptic world though, James found himself born once again through Jessie. Neither he nor Jessie knows how he came to be a separate entity of her, only that he takes over for her at certain points in time. In essence James comes about to do what he had done in his youth, protecting his sister from harm, though he has since lost the timid nature he once held, replaced by a quiet rage and sharpness of mind. James is much like a Mr. Hyde to Jessica’s Dr. Jekyll, a remorseless thoughtful killer who only cares about making sure that no harm comes to the body of Jessica. Replacing the seemingly divine powers that Jessie has, James has nearly unsurpassed skills in battle. While Jessica is no pushover in her athletics and strength, she doesn’t even hold a candle to the amount of physical damage James can cause. With speed and strength that could be chronicled as similar to Hermes and Samson alike, James’s only drawback is that he is subservient to Jessica’s personality, and seemingly randomly switched.
Acrobatics – While she is known for being a tactical savant, Jessica is famous for her acrobatic prowess. More importantly that she has seemingly otherworldly skill in the art of moving her body. Surpassing the point in which she moves without thinking, Jessica seems to be able to manipulate the momentum of her body at such a finite level that she can accomplish feats of dexterity that acrobats of normal caliber have nightmares about. Even when she is injured she seems to instantly make up for whatever function she’s lacking or whatever pain she’s feeling. In this respect, she is also able to instantly make up for carrying heavier or awkward items.
Gunmanship – It is said that any fool can shoot a gun well, and that only true warriors can wield a sword or another archaic weapon to the point of mastery. Luckily Jessica does not see herself as a warrior of any kind, but has still pushed her ability to use a gun to levels in which many gunslingers can only dream of. Shooting with precision takes her mere fractions of a second where it takes normal slingers upwards of five seconds. The speed of her draw has become so fast that she had to have her gun modified to keep up with her shot. Moving does not seem to affect either her speed or accuracy either, much like her acrobatic prowess she can seemingly instantly make up for any movement she makes in her aim, even so far as knowing where she needs to be aim while moving.
Knife Play – Due to a rough past with knives in general, Jessica is not keen on using a knife to kill someone. Close range combat happens frequently however, and it becomes necessary to defend her self in whatever way possible. While she does have a natural aversion to using the blade, Jessica does exude certain mastery with it. While she is nowhere near as proficient with the blade as she is with her gun, she is potent enough to be dangerous to a skilled opponent. While knowing the ins and outs of knife play is not enough to be deadly with them, when coupled with her natural grace and mobility, Jessica’s skill with the knife becomes something to be feared.
Throwing Knives – Again, due to her rough past, Jessica has a natural aversion to all sorts of knives. She however knows the ins and outs of knife throwing enough to do well in competitions. However she has not bothered to perfect the sport due to her dislike of the items, opting only to use them in the worst case scenario. While she is accurate with them, she has not been able to carry over her abilities with the gun to her abilities with the throwing knives. Except maybe for her uncanny accuracy.
Equipment:Poly-Kevlar Armor (Extra Body Mk. I) – Once in her lifetime it was necessary for Jessica to do things that required her to be in the line of fire. Fearing for her life as many habitual mortal humans do, she commissioned a suit of armor to be made for her. Designed by a small group of manufactures and military scientists, the suit is often hailed as a marvel of its time. Made of a breathable material that changed its composition according to the environment. According to its title ‘Extra Body’ it is the first armor of its kind to have micron sized self replicating machines which act in the place of muscles to give a substantial boost to physical tedium such as running, lifting, and jumping. As well these machines have the ability to mend any tear in the fabric that might happen, and usually are able to repair a finger sized hole in a matter of a half a minute.
Smith and Wesson M1911 .45 (God) – In times past, Jessica was known in certain circles for her somewhat odd sense of humor. Inspired by an old song ‘God is a Bullet’ Jessica decided in her infinite sarcasm that God was not a bullet, but rather a gun. Carrying that thought with her for most her life, after leaving the CIA and her reassignment surgery she purchased the 1911 and engraved the word ‘God’ into the slide, intending to start off her career as a private Assassin. As well the barrel has been reworked with a frictionless coating, suppressing noise and increasing the velocity. The clip release has been modified for easy access and reloading. The thumb guard was extended for easier handeling and the grip was wrapped in ridged rubber for better grip, as well, the finger guard was extended and the trigger was modified for Jessie’s unique grip. The original sight as well was replaced with a three point sight for better accuracy.
Buck Strider FB Tanto 6-5/8” – A heat treated stainless steel combat knife, both light and functional. The blade itself has been sharpened with a hydro saw and requires little to no sharpening to remain keen. As well the stock has been customized for Jessica’s unique grip and a small ring has been added to the end of the stock to allow her to spin the blade easily from an overhand to an underhand grip.
Faka Throwing Knives (4 Knives) – Thick throwing knives designed to be retrieved and repaired after use rather than being discarded. Laser cut steel they are heavier and more durable than most throwing knives, and usually rotate only one to two times before sticking. Held in the slots modified into her gun holster, Jessica is known to use a hammer grip or a pinch grip in order to throw the blades.
Tactical Smoke Capsules – Much like the ninja of old, Jessica often relies on small glass capsules with segregated compartments full of solutions which produce a thick smoke when mixed. These capsules are usually in the shape of a small sphere and rather stable until jarred with a considerable amount of force. Small enough to be held between two fingers, they are easily concealed, and thrown.