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another death to mourn, another child is born - another chapter in the play. it's a gutter ballet.

She is fire, and she is flame: bright, lively, warm, but haphazard, dangerous, and destructive. It's no small coincidence she keeps flicking that lighter in the palm of her hand when she stares your way. Given the time of day or the particular temperament she's taken to wearing at that particular time, DT can function on two very opposite ends of a spectrum (or anywhere in between), be it the life of the party, spitting booze and blasting music, or the wrecker of it, throwing punches and breaking noses. Life has allowed her dabble in just a bit of everything, she likes to say, and while everything may be nice, nothing quite compares to sitting on the extremities of humanity. No one notices a life that sits about meekly in the corner. No one cares for those doomed to die in obscurity. (All she wishes for is to be seen, to be noticed. “Look at me, look at me.”)[break][break]

Benevolence is the first pick of many when attempting to conjure an appropriate adjective to describe a lady in burned rags soaked in vodka for clothing, but a liar would be made of any who tried to claim that she does not generally wish for the good health of those around her. Despite the typically pessimistic outlook of the times, the former rock star has taken to thinking highly of people first and sitting on her calloused hands for the day they eventually prove to her why she shouldn't. Druggies, money lenders, crooks of the highest caliber – they're human, they make bad decisions, she knows, she's been there. She treats them as she would her own child, as she would the Pope if he were to walk right into her room. Pedestals are so lonely, so isolating, so she breaks them down from a hammer beneath those she sees around her just as she's accidentally done to herself time and time again. Never will she stand for arrogance, nor will she stick around to hear the words of a liar. Not when she's bound herself to honesty so strongly.[break][break]

For all her good will and good graces, however, there can be no denying that DT is a destructive force of nature: an inferno that burns down all in its path, but always sets its sights on the ocean and its inevitable burning out. People don't tend to stick around long, warded off by her dependency on the bottle, her affinity for living flame, or the misfortune that tends to hang over her head like a raincloud. It leaves her alone, and her loneliness leads her to outlets, unhealthy, like chairs smashed over heads and knees buried angrily in her groin. Bar room fights are nearly as frequent as the purchase of her precious alcohol, and she's been banned from many across the city for exceptionally rowdy behavior. Anything is a reason to fight, and any reason to fight is one she'll take. The adrenaline distracts her, keeps her mind from wandering. Kick a man there, and she won't have to think of the mistakes she's made. Headbutt another there, and it might just knock the memories of her lost stardom right out of her mind. (Maybe she's fighting and fighting and fighting in hopes that, just once, she won't walk out of it with her life.)[break][break]

Regret works in funny ways. Jesus wears it like a coat for show once, and finds she can never quite shrug it off.

MISCELLANEOUS INFO

● DT Jesus is a name coined from her days working as a drug dealer. DT stands for downtown, and the mind can elaborate from there; Jesus came from the idea that she was some sort of “personal Jesus” to those she dealt to. While she has long since stopped dealing, the name came with her, and she thinks of it more as her own than the one scrawled onto her birth certificate: Victoria Carter.[break][break]

● Most people, prior to meeting her in person, fall under the assumption that she is male. Is it the alias Jesus? Is it her lifestyle choices? DT is equally comfortable being thought of as male or female, strictly identifying as neither, and really only settling more on the latter because – with a body like hers – it's more of a hassle to try and correct than it is to let things slide.[break][break]

● Preformed as the lead singer and guitarist of the famous DT Jesus and the Subway Messiahs for many years before being kicked out by her fellow teammates. The Subway Messiahs still exist, albeit with significantly less success. DT, herself, would very much like to re-enter the music business, but finds that, for more reasons than she can count, she cannot.[break][break]

● Had a brief return to the stage, actually, that ended shortly after the death of a close friend. This was five years ago. This feeds into the idea that she has no place in the industry anymore - any attempts to return have landed her with terrible failure.

● Suffers from a severe case of alcoholism. Despite dealing for many years before raising to musical stardom, she's never actually used. It was her love of the bottle that ended things so terribly with her former band mates, as well as what consumed all of her funding and has since left her to rot miserably on the streets as a homeless bum. Any money she may come across is lost to the bartender. Any job she may have been able to hold has been lost in a drunken brawl.[break][break]

● Despite being a generally well-meaning person, nothing relieves stress like a good old fashioned fist fight. Numerous bars across the city have banned her for breaking furniture – and arms. Being drunk may take the edge off sharp senses, but nothing hits harder than a bitter man with everything to prove.[break][break]

● Her only real possessions are the clothes on her back and the acoustic guitar she treats as her baby. If you hear melancholic guitar music played at four thirty AM on Tuesday, it may very well be her letting loose her woes.[break][break]

● A poor judge of honesty and dishonesty. Time has worn away her own ability to spit falsities into the air (these days, she doesn't even try), but harder than telling a lie is telling when she's being told one. Her policy is to trust anything that comes out of another's mouth, simply because it takes less of a toll on her than settling on distrust of anyone who would open their mouth to her; because of this, those she does discover to be liars earn an extra deal of animosity, and likely the cold shoulder until they've proven they can once more be trusted.

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