Name: Jezabelle Corona<br/>Age: 18<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://g14.picoodle.com/ltd/img14/5/10/3/endless/f_tln0_a4d_ucx8o.jpg">J</a><a class="postlink" href="http://twojasuknia.pl/slubny-blog/wp-content/uploads/makijaze-slubne-dla-rudowlosych/Makija%C5%BCe-%C5%9Blubne-dla-rudow%C5%82osych-17.jpg">e</a><a class="postlink" href="http://mediumhairstylesz.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/cute-curly-hairstyles-for-girls.jpg">z</a><a class="postlink" href="https://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdff3vJxnv1rdnvweo1_500.jpg">a</a><a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6ivxyoogS1qzmrwlo1_400.jpg">b</a><a class="postlink" href="http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/cute-hairstyles-for-long-hair/girl-with-the-red-hair.jpg">e</a><a class="postlink" href="http://re-actor.net/uploads/posts/2011-07/1309508580_2a.jpg">l</a><a class="postlink" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j284/chadni98/anime%20girls/PirateCrew.jpg">l</a><a class="postlink" href="http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/30b631cc28d1543712ea4ea6b3a9b596/http://i1071.photobucket.com/albums/u512/thebanditpolina/e18c1f00.jpg">e</a>Natural red hair  and<span style="color: #00FFFF">Blue</span>eyes (each letter has a different link)<br/><br/>Jezabelle sat in the back of her cage, though her eyes were fixed on what was going on outside of her little prison. Her long red waves cascaded around her like fire, nearly reaching the ground; when she was standing up, it reached the middle of her back. Her ocean blue eyes were wary of anyone ho entered the warehouse, though not because of the reason most would think. Most of the other slaves in here were huddled, shaking, in a corner. Every time a master would come in, many would press back and try not to be seen. Others, especially Jez, would peek out and glare a little. Though no one was as openly defiant as she was. The girl had no fear of the possible masters, she had dealt with many before now. So many, at that point, that most masters knew of her troublesome behavior and walked right past. Exactly as she wanted. This place was not a haven, far from it. But at least everyone was fed a little and not chained up or beaten unless they try to escape.<br/><br/>As the squeak of the front door resonated throughout the building, Jezabelle shifted forward, trying to see who had entered. She didn't recognize the male, but he didn't seem the type to be a newbie either. There was something about him that she didn't like though; he had a slight saunter in his step, as if he was above everyone here; which, really, he was. Perhaps she was just imagining it, perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her. And perhaps she was just being as she always was.