Re: The Abrupt Demise
08-20-2011, 05:39 AM
Name: Dramatis Persona
Race: Elemental spirit of melodrama
Gender: Gloriously female
Description: A rather robust woman, red of lips and strikingly violet of eyes. Her hair is the auburn of an autumn morning, or the red of heart's blood, or perhaps the subtle summery tones of an antique wooden wedding chest made for a bride who would die by the hand of her betrothed, etc. It floats very nicely in water and is prone to pooling about her romantically with little or no provocation. Her costume is generically Victorian except for when it's Edwardian. She is as lovely as a number of poetic things that are also very lovely, like flowers and baby animals and sunshine.
Weapons/Abilities: A single red rose (very thorny), a corset (prone to bursting), and a entire theater's troupe worth of angst (so angsty). May also be prone to generating small sentimental trinkets, the enormous significance of which has up until this point not been explained. Disarming good looks, heaving bosoms, the whole bit. If you don't love her now, you will by the time she dies in your arms.
Backstory: All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely props.
Race: Elemental spirit of melodrama
Gender: Gloriously female
Description: A rather robust woman, red of lips and strikingly violet of eyes. Her hair is the auburn of an autumn morning, or the red of heart's blood, or perhaps the subtle summery tones of an antique wooden wedding chest made for a bride who would die by the hand of her betrothed, etc. It floats very nicely in water and is prone to pooling about her romantically with little or no provocation. Her costume is generically Victorian except for when it's Edwardian. She is as lovely as a number of poetic things that are also very lovely, like flowers and baby animals and sunshine.
Weapons/Abilities: A single red rose (very thorny), a corset (prone to bursting), and a entire theater's troupe worth of angst (so angsty). May also be prone to generating small sentimental trinkets, the enormous significance of which has up until this point not been explained. Disarming good looks, heaving bosoms, the whole bit. If you don't love her now, you will by the time she dies in your arms.
Backstory: All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely props.