Post by spender on Jan 18, 2010 0:08:01 GMT -5
Name: Molly Serra
Species: Mustela erminea; stoat
Age: is not something a lady reveals!
Birthday: June 6th
Nation of Residence: Welkin
Status: Single. And interested.
Appearance: Molly hovers between Plain and Lovely; it is obvious she has the looks necessary, but she only goes in for the kill on finer occasions. The finest quality a lady can have, she once said, is the ability to avoid unwanted eyes.
She usually wears a deep red silk skirt with a matching blouse, both with lots of lace around the edges, and a black bodice. For those more special occasions, -snip-
Her markings are like any other stoat, although the tiny patches of white jutting up from her chin-tip on either side of her nose are just a tad more visible than is usual.
Personality: Molly is a sadistic, dominance-desiring witch. She loves the crazy things in life - dancing, drinking, partying, after-partying, and sneaking-onto-privateering-ships-to-partake-in-gorefests. Despite this, she reasons well, has a soft side that she likes to display often, and can be exceptionally forgiving to those who owe her.
She can be very duplicitous in some things. For instance, she takes ridiculous steps to make sure she is not touched - at all, ever, no matter where - by males. An accidental brushing of the backside of her paw has earned many an unsuspecting jack an umbrella handle jammed in his ear. And yet this hateful facade has no bearing on her profession, or how sweet she can be when she takes a shine to someone.
Biography: Molly's parents sold fish by the piers in Bully Harbour, a job which Molly took over when they passed on. Being known as The Fishmonger's Daughter was not a life she wanted, however. She struck out on her own. The going was tough, but educational. After one happy incident of aiding a homeless old weasel - a story for the taverns, to be sure - she soon settled into a profession that suited her ... and nearly ruined her standing with high society for good. Not that standing was in the job description.
Molly didn't go very far at first; most of her customers were unsavoury sailors and other such sorts. With her contacts in the Imperial Navy, she was able to expand her horizontal horizons past the shoreline. But the ship was not, as she had been told, on a pleasure cruise. It was a privateering vessel, with a target in mind. Molly experienced her first full-on naval battle and came out the other side unharmed - she had grown up in Bully Harbour after all. Though very put out at the lack of tropical vacation, she fell in love with the whole gruesome affair, and often came back for more when her contacts told her of upcoming escapades.
That all changed when she met a one Ladorak Fugate at a party. For once, somebeast of rank and wealth who not only accepted her, but wanted her - her world was turned upside down. Money flowed continually from the jack stoat's pockets into her purse, until, fearing he would do something rash such as request marriage (and who would pay a wife?), she fled the Imperium with her earnings.
Nine years have passed since then, and Molly has long since spent her last coin. Out of desperation, she allowed herself to be taken as mistress for an ugly old brute of a stoat, some past-his-prime Navy sort. Thankfully, the old codger died after only four years of that, letting Molly step freely into the world once more with a little more in her purse to keep her going... to parties, looking for her next big project.
Species: Mustela erminea; stoat
Age: is not something a lady reveals!
Birthday: June 6th
Nation of Residence: Welkin
Status: Single. And interested.
Appearance: Molly hovers between Plain and Lovely; it is obvious she has the looks necessary, but she only goes in for the kill on finer occasions. The finest quality a lady can have, she once said, is the ability to avoid unwanted eyes.
She usually wears a deep red silk skirt with a matching blouse, both with lots of lace around the edges, and a black bodice. For those more special occasions, -snip-
Molly had dressed up in a deep red and black affair that was more slink than poof and yet still managed to leave quite a lot to the imagination - actually, almost everything was left to the imagination. The dress was long, sweeping the floor, and the neck was high enough to reach her jawline. Black lace gloves adorned her paws, and she'd even gone so far as to splurge on a fishnet stocking for her tail...
Her markings are like any other stoat, although the tiny patches of white jutting up from her chin-tip on either side of her nose are just a tad more visible than is usual.
Personality: Molly is a sadistic, dominance-desiring witch. She loves the crazy things in life - dancing, drinking, partying, after-partying, and sneaking-onto-privateering-ships-to-partake-in-gorefests. Despite this, she reasons well, has a soft side that she likes to display often, and can be exceptionally forgiving to those who owe her.
She can be very duplicitous in some things. For instance, she takes ridiculous steps to make sure she is not touched - at all, ever, no matter where - by males. An accidental brushing of the backside of her paw has earned many an unsuspecting jack an umbrella handle jammed in his ear. And yet this hateful facade has no bearing on her profession, or how sweet she can be when she takes a shine to someone.
Biography: Molly's parents sold fish by the piers in Bully Harbour, a job which Molly took over when they passed on. Being known as The Fishmonger's Daughter was not a life she wanted, however. She struck out on her own. The going was tough, but educational. After one happy incident of aiding a homeless old weasel - a story for the taverns, to be sure - she soon settled into a profession that suited her ... and nearly ruined her standing with high society for good. Not that standing was in the job description.
Molly didn't go very far at first; most of her customers were unsavoury sailors and other such sorts. With her contacts in the Imperial Navy, she was able to expand her horizontal horizons past the shoreline. But the ship was not, as she had been told, on a pleasure cruise. It was a privateering vessel, with a target in mind. Molly experienced her first full-on naval battle and came out the other side unharmed - she had grown up in Bully Harbour after all. Though very put out at the lack of tropical vacation, she fell in love with the whole gruesome affair, and often came back for more when her contacts told her of upcoming escapades.
That all changed when she met a one Ladorak Fugate at a party. For once, somebeast of rank and wealth who not only accepted her, but wanted her - her world was turned upside down. Money flowed continually from the jack stoat's pockets into her purse, until, fearing he would do something rash such as request marriage (and who would pay a wife?), she fled the Imperium with her earnings.
Nine years have passed since then, and Molly has long since spent her last coin. Out of desperation, she allowed herself to be taken as mistress for an ugly old brute of a stoat, some past-his-prime Navy sort. Thankfully, the old codger died after only four years of that, letting Molly step freely into the world once more with a little more in her purse to keep her going... to parties, looking for her next big project.
