Jay Furor

Jay has many facets of her personality, and indeed, she has a rather complexly layered personality. Like an onion, or a cake, or an ogre. Most commonly, however, as she appears to most people, she is generally cheerful, never seeming to fall into any slumps, never ceases grinning at the world, almost daring the very forces of nature to try and stop her from enjoying her day. “If it rains let it rain, yeah, the wetter the better, they can’t stop us now, we’re stronger now more than ever” No better way of saying it; rain on her parade, she’ll dance in it, snow on her sunny day, she’ll make snow cream. You can’t ruin her day. That said, though, you can make her mad. Which, surprisingly, isn’t that difficult.

Once you’ve done something to make her well and truly mad, you may notice that she’ll do one of two things; if she’s just mad at you, she’ll probably just give you a good beatdown, and laugh about it later, acting friendly and normal again. But if you cross the line too far, if you try to tap dance on the thin ice… Well, it just won’t be your day. A normally cheerful grin bares jagged fangs; her radiant grey eyes seem to be thunder clouds, just ready to strike you down with every ounce of force necessary. And she will, with little to no regard for anything but payback. If you bring her to this level, she won’t even consider mercy; no remorse, no regret, no return. Many who have successfully brought on the wrath of Furor, a name which even means a wrathful rage, have met their ends at her hands, cast to the reaper for whatever transgressions they may have done.

And then sometimes she’s just purely sadistic. She’s trying, honestly, she’s trying really hard to keep her sadism at bay, but a habit hard honed, is a habit hard gone. At times, she relapses, and when she does, she has to find a target to vent her internal urges on; usually a criminal of some sort, some person the world would be better off without. Most of the time, the crime doesn’t fit the punishment, but it does tend to sate her bloodlust, and that’s really the only thing that matters, right? Right! But she isn’t always in a mood for bloodlust.

No, she also has a much sweeter side. Jay is a romantic, through and through, and though she often doesn’t admit it, she gets lonely, and desperately desires love in her life, in order to live. For a while, this need was satisfied when she took on the business of running a brothel; she could have all the sex she wanted, y’know? It wasn’t enough; she realized that it wasn’t really sex she wanted. It was a warm embrace, the mushy-gushy lovey-dovey stuff that vastly differentiates having sex and making love. It was there when she met Lexi, but she hadn’t noticed it, had been younger and not as wise in the ways of the world. With Lili, she made the revolutionary realization, and now, with Alaina, she is trying to build a romantic relationship, a real and long-lasting one, for the first time.

And of course, there’s the final, and rather obvious, trait of Jay’s personality. She is a bouncing ball of pure energy, constantly on the move, constantly in action, doing whatever random and silly thing strikes her fancy. If she wants to start a food fight in McRonalds, there will be a food fight in McRonalds. You can’t tell her not to do something, because then she’ll do it, just to test you or prove you wrong. She seems to just lack common sense like that, or at the very least, she just really doesn’t care what you think she should or shouldn’t do. She does what she does because she can do what she can do, and that’s just the way she does what she does. Like a boss.