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[color=00a99d][b]Name:[/b][/color] 
Eileen Hamdyn
[color=00a99d][b]Alias:[/b][/color]  
Marsden Honeycutt
[color=00a99d][b]Title/Occupation: [/b][/color]
Knight and Merchant
[color=00a99d][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] 
St Claudia's Island, associates with Usamolia
[color=00a99d][b]Age: [/b][/color]
43
[color=00a99d][b]Gender: [/b][/color]
Female but living as a man
[color=00a99d][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] 
Homosexual

[color=00a99d][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]

Mars is an extremely tall individual, standing at about 6'6".  He has a thin, willowy figure that hides strong muscle.  His blonde hair is worn long and sometimes braided.  His eyes are an icy blue.  His face is made of strong, chiseled lines with a hint of the feminine to them and his flesh is a near moonlit pale.  He is ethereally graceful, movements that one would not expect from a man capable of beating another to death.  He prefers dark colored clothes to accentuate his very pale skin.  He has a scar over his chest taken from a gunshot wound, which has also removed what little breast he had to begin with.

[color=00a99d][b]Interests:[/b][/color]  

Fine parties, fancy meals, and dance.  He loves to be out in society and visiting the men's clubs where he can converse deeply about political affairs or philosophy.  He did not start out as a man of knowledge but has found an insatiable thirst for it.  He is also a great fan of sport, owning his own hound dogs for hunting.  He has a keen eye for horseflesh and an even better one for a good deal.  He is a shrewd and masterful man of sale.  He also enjoys flirting with women and giving them pleasure - though he claims a battle injury for never removing his own clothes.

[color=00a99d][b]Personality: [/b][/color] 

He is a calm and charming man.  Warm, gentle, and with the sweetness of a perfectly ripened fruit.  He carries the maturity of his years as well as his time spent on the battlefield.  Mars often wears a gentle smile and is quick to give compliments.  He is known as a rake, charming merchant's daughters but never settling himself.  He is adamant about always paying his debts but also to never allow himself into the red.  While he is happy to spend money on the ladies on which he dotes, he is truly a frugal man and does not spend more than is necessary.
 
[color=00a99d][b]History:[/b][/color]

Eileen was born a poor girl on the streets.  Her mother was a woman of the night who died when Eileen was 8.  The girl supported herself by selling flowers until, as luck would have it on one fortuitous night, a young man died in front of her.  She was 14 at the time and was curled up in a doorway outside of a tavern.  The man was merely a few years older than she, obviously a man of wealth, and with a face and build similar to her own.  Perhaps a half brother?  She never knew.  He died, addicted to the drink (or perhaps stronger stuff) long before his time, and she saw her chance to step out of the streets.

Eileen became Marsden, stealing his clothes and his identity.  At his 'home', Mars found that his 'mother' had a serious illness which leads her to drink copious amounts of morphine.  Or perhaps the morphine gave her a very serious illness.  He also found that the estates were in shambles due to the stupid young son's habits of drinking (or other addicitve habits) and gambling.  While there was much of the world the new Mars did not understand, he knew about money.  He had watched countless transactions, been on the wharves for the arrival of goods, and snooped plenty in his time to begin repairing the estate.  This took two years of penny-pinching and careful planning.  Though just a youngling he had grown to be quite a prosperous businessman.  He only planned to grow it more.

Then, Mars decided to go to war for Usamolia where he earned the name 'The White War Elephant'.  It was a chance to prove himself and perhaps earn a title to go along with his burgeoning wealth.  He became an infamous sniper on the battlefield and ruthless in his pursuance of the enemy.  He rose in rank and was eventually knighted by the Usamolian court for his valor in the field.  He had taken a gunshot wound to the chest and continued to fight, eventually beating an enemy general's head in with the butt of a musket.  He was 23 when the war finally ended and he went back home.  Mars found his mother had passed while he was away and the servants had kept up the place.  He had also found that his investments, cleverly done, had quadrupled since joining in the fight.  Mars was a very rich man indeed.  He lived his life, only occasionally having nightmares of his time in the field.  No longer poor and starving.  Happy.[/center]
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Actually, [@Congee], I have one more question...  During the Georgian era one of India's exports was Opium (making up nearly half of its trade)  Is there a similar case to Usamolia?  Or perhaps a drug that has found its place?  I would rather the young lordling die from a drug overdose - not morphine like his mumsy though.