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Title: Eufamia Colt [Approved]
Description: [Benthey][complete]


Eufamia Colt - March 27, 2008 09:49 PM (GMT)
Name: Eufamia Colt
Age: 20 Years Old
Gender: Female
Class: Commoner [Whore]
Physical Description: See?
Long, slightly curly deep red hair that falls to her mid back. Her hair is usually held in a loose braid down her back or thrown over her shoulder. She stands at a meek five foot three inches tall but has long legs, usually covered in a light green dress that holds a simple cut and covers her mother's old slippers.

She has a pixie like face, a pointed face with high cheek bones and a strong jawline. Her eyes are a light blue color, greyed slightly to give a cloudy effect. Sharp with dark blue rings around the irises her eyes seem to stare into your soul if you know her well enough.

The woman has a slender body, healthy and well. Skin the color of soft ivory, including the soft pale tint from her father's heritage, is well contrasted against her light green dresses. Held against her neck at all times is a thin silver necklace held over he chest and the only proof of who her father was, and the wealth he had at one time.
Native Duchy: Benthey
History:
Born in the capitol city, Highgate, of the Benthey duchy, she was always hard pressed for time and effort in cleaning. She was the bastard daughter of a disgraced knight, so her mother always talked bad about all of those belonging to the higher caste, disgracing them. When her mother’s father was killed in a bar brawl, the young seventeen year old mother, Elizabeth, had to go to the local whore house to keep her two year old daughter alive. “Mia” [My-eye-ah] as she was nicknamed, was raised in back rooms of the whore house and, from an early age, she understood what her mother was doing for her.

But pretty whores don’t last long on the streets.

Elizabeth was killed in a back alley by a man who was never caught. Mia was five years old.
The girl began to work on paying for herself by acting as a maid when she was eight years old. By this time she had aquired a “living debt” that had to be paid off.

At fifteen, the age of adulthood, she began her life as a whore. As her mother had been before her, she was a “pretty” whore, so she began to mask that with brash manners and man-like tennacies. It was her goal to live. She wanted to survive the streets so she could do what her mother couldn’t do. She wanted to have a family eventually, though she didn’t want to admit that she was more than likely just dreaming.

When she’d finally worked off the debt that she owed the hiouse, she started saving for a move to Sapphire City. She’d heard great tales of the royal city and wanted to live under the king’s prosperous people.
But afterwards, when the move was over, when she was seventeen years old, she found herself lacking for money and turned back to her whoring ways. Three years passed in this situation and she’s still a whore.
[[I apologize for the short length. There isn't much to say about her past as a whore.]]
Parents:
Luke Grey
- A knight stripped of his title for crimes against the throne, executed.
Elizabeth Colt
- A maid turned whore, killed by an unknown assailant.
Siblings:
Lord Luke Grey
- 23 years old, single, unknown to Mia
Lady Anna Grey
- 19, engaged to be married, also unknown to Mia
Personality:
A red head with a fiery temper and she angers easily. She picks fights when she keeps and she keeps her mouth shut at other times. She's a good judge in character and personality and is able to handle men and women, giving them what she needs whether it be a slap in the face or some of her more explicit talents.

She's able to be rude, crude and manly, but has a gentle, kind personality on the inside. She's peaceful around people she knows and enticingly vulgar to her clients. She's cold when she has to be and can seem heartless at times. Mia doesn't know how to hold her tongue. She's opinionated and isn't afraid to tell what she thinks of something- or someone. She'll say it to their face.

She's brutally honest and closed off, usually thinking. She's self preserving and has a bad habit if insulting people in high status, like her mother had once done. (Which is dangerous for a woman in that day and time.)
If she likes you as a person you'll get a generous mixture of sweet and tart. You'll still receive her sarcasm, but you'll also get her kind, motherly side.

Items:
    - Sewing kit
    - 2 sets of clothing: made from linen, Light Green, no decoration. slippers..
    - One nightgown; linen, Light Green
    - One personal item: a sharpened dagger that she keeps well hidden for protection
    - Hygienic effects
    - Cooks
    - Skilled Whore
    - A cat: White with a grey tail
Roleplay Sample:
QUOTE
He was confused. She had told him that he hadn't given his intent. Maybe he hadn't but the implication had been good... unless those of untrue nature were the types to actually use the visage of kindness toward women! He felt a slight twinge of anger toward that idea, toward the very notion of harming a woman under false pretenses of protection. It was despicable, not to mention sickening. He almost felt the anger boil over the top, but swallowed it like he did most things.
Now, more than ever the male wanted to protect her, to make sure she was back safe because what if he'd been somewhere else.

Of course, by his mother's insistence, and example, he knew well that women weren't defenseless. Some were quite the contrary, but he didn't want to be the one to face not helping where he could have helped. His brother had told him that to protect was to serve, and to serve was to respect. That was what he lived by, or tried to anyway, because he knew that one day it would come in handy.
Her hand reached up and took his in the soft grasp, holding, tracing his hand with her soft fingers and he had to wonder. She seemed to be searching for something in his skin, something, anything, that would give her some information that she needed for her own decision, but then she recited his ambitions.
The boy stared at her, his green eyes searching her face as her hands had searched his. "Dear Lady, you're right , those are my ambitions, and while ambition can be good or bad, I assure you I would give nothing more to live like my brother under the eyes of chivalry and respect. I wish you no ill will and I only serve because I respect." That was all he could say to her, so that she believed him. She didn't know him, why should she trust him? Because he was true.

But her chiding of him made him look down like a scolded child. "I also do not wish to pick and choose in whom I protect. If a lady needs me I will be there if it is indeed possible for me to do so. Whether it be a refined Lady or a whore of the lowest caste, then I will protect because some people need that protection to feel important. I know some whores may wish ill will, as well, but I can hold myself against a woman, even if she has more skill than I because I trust myself with a sword, though I would never hurt a lady." He couldn't believe that he spoke so much. He had always been a man of few words and that he'd spoken so much! It astounded him!

Of course, the woman was teasing him as if he were a child! He could almost feel the hurt swell up. So what if he was unsure of what men did with women here? They had different customs and-
He paused, looking around. "Surely not all of those women are whores!" he exclaimed, "Why so many?"
Her surprise made him slightly uncomfortable. Was he suppose to be aware of such things? Was he suppose to be so vulgar as to know everything that was going out.
Now that he looked he could see a man with his hand on a red head's rump, rubbing. On another he saw the woman leaning against a lordly male, nibbling on his neck. A quick flush came to his face and he looked away so that he didn't see it anymore. "I was not aware, Lady." he spoke honestly, keeping his eyes down so that he didn't see the lecherous behavior before him. What were they doing? Why were they all so... ungodly? Wasn't it stated in the bible that sex was for marriage and lust was a sin? He knew it was! He'd been taught to read on the bible!
"Dear Lady, there could also be attacks from bandits, there could be stalkers, killers, rapists, and other such unjust thing. I would hate to see a lovely lady harmed from some ungodly cur, especially when I know I can be there to help her if it is required of me." He squared his shoulders as he spoke so avidly of protection and loyalty.

Then the question was asked of his duchy. Of course, he gave her a nod to show he accepted her apology and thought no bad against her. She was outspoken and bold. He rather admired that from a female. Many acted meek and didn't seem to be living things at all, but this one was something special.
"I am from Ashton." he said, giving her an artistic, rhythmic bow. "I was taught to dance as my art and I learned to play sword with my brother." Falke couldn't keep the smile off his face as he introduced his duchy. "I did not think my duchy was relevant at the time, lady, I apologize for that. And yourself? Where are you from?" Formalities. He could really open up when he was passed those.

Other: I play Lord Falke Wyatt

The Creator - April 2, 2008 09:22 PM (GMT)
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