Name: Jane Constantine
Aliases: Constantine, Constance, "That Investigator Bitch," and in certain occult circles, "Succubitch."
Age: 31
Physical Description: Thin and wiry, most would hesitate to assign Jane with any sort of elegance the word "Lithe" subscribes to. Of middling height and hardly imposing, unkempt brown hair frames what one might call a rugged face - A crooked nose broken in several places, green eyes promising mischief or malice depending on the quirk of thin lips, and ink peeking out from her hairline and the collar of her neck. A cybernetic arm replaces her left, lending a left-heavy cadence to her movements despite the imagined weight difference.

Clothing-wise, Jane prefers simplicity and utility over all else, though a token effort to be presentable is given. A detective friend on the Force hooked her up with a wardrobe of Lexcorp "Investigator"-line slash-proof, bullet-resistant businesswear, and it remains her standard day-to-day attire, as well as an old trench-coat and gloves to complete the ensemble.

History: The end of the world changed very little about Janelle. With all the heroes dead and gone, she didn't very well care. The personality of the man in the coat long gone as his name and deeds recorded in history began to suit Janelle, or so she thought. With the end of an age came the end of Janelle Eyre once she migrated to Gotham. Sometimes Constance, sometimes Constantine, Jane set up shop in a small hole in the wall that let her conduct her business in peace and privacy.

People know, though, of Jane Constantine, Occult Investigator. If things ever defy explanation, she's the one to help. Of course, there's always a fee.

Weaknesses:

Unscrupulous: Jane's made as many friends as she had enemies, and half the time the two hardly tell each other apart. She has a nasty habit of saying the wrong thing to worse people, and that reputation hurts her professionally.

Greedy: Jane is very mercenary minded. People provide benefits, groups provide influence, currency provides stability. Her sticking her neck out is difficult, even moreso not to do so without requiring a debt be paid.

Cynical: Jane's level of trust with anyone is nigh-zero. A life of betrayal, suffering, and hardship has given her a rather bleak outlook on life.


Resources:
Abundance:
Power: It takes a bit of doing, but with a bit of help Jane's been able to work with a contact or two to help her rig lightning rods into proper charging stations, and infrequently summons lightning storms on request.

Water: While conjuring pure water out of nothing takes a bit more doing and will, purifying what's already there is child's play for her.

Sufficient:
Shelter - While her Church could house a small village during a crisis, her setup only allows for maybe five other aside from herself to reliably live there.
Transportation - Jane can and does travel as she needs to, though her bike only fits two and her teleportation is limited to ritual circles or short distances.
Workforce - Jane has contacts, not employees. Good for information if she has payment, but  not much more.

Deficient:
Food - Booze and food are what Jane works for. Oftentimes, she'll take foodstuffs as payment instead of ration cards.
Raw Materials - Though she has no need of specialized gear, a lot of spell components are difficult to find or odd to require as payment. Blood is effective, but it doesn't last as long as paint or chalk.
Air Filters - Jane has A mask. Civilian grade. That requires frequent replacement kits. If expected, Jane can conjure something akin to a shield, but it's taxing and puts an unsustainable drain on her if she expects a fight.
Weapons: Aside from her vast knowledge of the Arcane, Jane has three weapons, not including her combat knife and baton. A double barrel shotgun, a revolver, and a rifle. Old models, all magical artifacts, with limited ammunition and difficulty replenishing it. She shoots, she's going to make it count and make sure you deserve it.

Other Information: Despite being part-succubus, the only constant manifestation of their power is a vaguely alluring pull towards her, despite her abrasive tendencies.