[hider=Elodie LaVerre] 🎀𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ―――――――――― Elodie LaVerre 🎀𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮 ―――――――――― Dame (of Stalpront Place) 🎀𝓐𝓰𝓮 ―――――――――― 22 🎀𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 ―――――――――― Female 🎀𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ―――――――――― Unlike her father, a plump, yellowed man of a darker complexion, Elodie is gaunt, pale as a corpse, and angular as a shard of glass. To call her "bony" would not quite seem to do her features justice. Her elbows and knees, when bent, are more akin to blades than clubs, and her hands could be easily mistaken for those of one much older. There is no softness to a woman like her. From a distance, it is almost as if she were drawn by a talentless student, all straight lines and angles. Even her eyes, though undoubtably sharp, seem to have adopted the image of the puppet, and appear glassed over, as if covered by a thin film. 🎀𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 ―――――――――― Madame Geraldine's Finishing School for Young Ladies of Quality 🎀𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭 ―――――――――― Not Applicable 🎀𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽s ―――――――――― Elodie is a strong-limbed woman, and her fists have been known to split bricks. Her legs allow her to jump has high up as nine feet off the ground, and nobody yet has come out the victor in a bout of fisticuffs against her. 🎀𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ―――――――――― Elodie, having recently graduated from Madame Geraldine's, returned to the country estate owned by her father, in order to help him with his business. She and her family are a rather minor voice in the large world of the stock market, but do have enough old money to throw around. Her father had wisely realized that the capital economy was the future of wealth, and so has admirably thrown himself in with the Merchant's Guild. Elodie herself was not so quick to such action, but is often required to speak on behalf of her father to guildmasters and representatives of this new "corporation" concept. 🎀𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ―――――――――― Believes in the inherent superiority of the nobility Endlessly obedient Has a bit of trouble with thinking for herself Holds herself to a high standard Loves a good puzzle, especially when followed by a good scrap 🎀𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶? ―――――――――― Elodie is certainly capable, with a wide variety of skills applicable to any situation. Perhaps there is a task that requires the silver tongue of a lady, complete with a bit of the flattery that inflates a man's ego and causes them to make fatal mistakes. Perhaps there is a later task that requires that same man to be out of the way, once he realizes he has been duped. Why spend all the effort to plant two agents, when one will do the trick? So long as Elodie has someone to handle the complicated nonsense of machinery and the magicks, she only need be there for her own little brand of magic to take devastating effect. No doubt the school and its alumni are always seeking young talent. It is a well connected institution of the higher class, and churns out promising ladies with each passing year. Certainly, a woman of status, and yet no place, is no woman at all, and thus the cream of the crop must always be kept under watch, for when a situation arises that may require their specialties. 🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷 ―――――――――― There is usually a small pistol in the folds of Elodie's skirts. In situations where that would be impractical, she IS the weapon. Her hands and feet seem to do well enough as substitutes for actual weaponry. At least, that seemed to be the reaction of anyone who made the mistake of testing it. 🎀𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ―――――――――― As far as first impressions go, Elodie knows well enough not to ruin them. She puts on her best diplomatic face and voice and charms the target of her attention, right up until she may get close enough to send an iron knee or elbow into their nose. Rarely has she seemed to need the use of her pistol, but for emergency reasons, it is always nice to have a very loud backup plan. 🎀𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼(𝓮𝓼) 𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 ―――――――――― Pistols and Petticoats, Discreet Deceit for a Young Lady of Quality, but most of all, Fashion, Firearms, and Fisticuffs. 🎀𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂 ―――――――――― It is fortunate that Elodie had the privilege of being the daughter of a small noble. Were she of any poorer circumstance, she may not have survived her childhood. She was born sickly, and her father had often said that instead of crying, she coughed. Only through modern medicine and a dash of Lustrya was she able to narrowly avoid the scythe, and medicine was expensive. Her father's land, Stalpront Place, was waning in income, and the servants were becoming quick to seek employment elsewhere. In a moment of desperation, he threw himself into the world of the stock trade. Whether the decision saved the estate or prolonged its death is a subject of much debate among the common folk still living on it. Still, the money was a good thing, and allowed an Elodie of fourteen years to attend Madame Geraldine's prestigious finishing school. Elodie found technology and aeronautics to be rather dull, but combat was certainly her cup of tea. She was an exemplar student, of good manners and attendance, and was never one to question lessons or break curfew. There was a single moment in which she found it necessary to discipline a fellow student . . . violently. This, incidentally, was the only time she had ever received a punishment in class. She took it in stride, however, and her punishment was cut short. She graduated with the appropriate honors, and returned to life with her father and their estate for a few (relatively) quiet years before receiving a letter from a decorated alumna under the name "Kingsford". [/hider]