Moira Macallan
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| Full name | Moira Aine Macallan |
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| Date of Birth | February 08, 2504 |
| Birthplace | Silverhold |
| Parents | Siobhan Aislan and Duncan Conner Macallan |
| Spouse | November 1, 2530 was a day she will never forget, but she'll never tell, either. February 8, 2539 - Married to Salin Alistair Fawzy in an intimate and private Ceremony. |
| Children | Adopted: Ethan Damian Fawzy (DOB: March 10, 2530) |
| Assignment | Companion, House Daska |
| Gender | Female |
| Eyes and Hair | Stormy Grey-Blue, Chestnut |
| Height and Weight | 4'11", 97 lbs. |
| Status | Active |
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Daska Companion school | |
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Companion, House Daska | |
Information detailed here is for OOC uses only.
Contents
Description:
Demure humility is the only phrase that can easily summarize this petite woman's beauty. She stands just a hair beneath five feet tall weighs just below one-hundred pounds. Her pale, silken skin is the translucent shade of fresh cream marred with a smattering of darker freckles liberally sprinkled across. While her stature is incredibly petite, it does not belie her age, obvious curves denote her womanhood, making it impossible to underestimate her merely for a girl.
Stormy grey eyes peer from a face of unparalleled beauty; high, chiseled cheekbones are colored with a delicate rosy flush; a tiny nose with the hint of a curve is covered with a smattering of freckles; and full, pouting lips that appear to be as velvety soft as rosebuds are the woman's most striking elements. The classical beauty of her face pales in comparison however to the depths and sparkle of her bright eyes. Deep grey orbs with flecks of sapphire and amethyst, they stare intently, casting an almost entrancing spell upon most at whom she gazes.
Cascades of gleaming brunette waves tumble in dark curls down her back, long enough to reach just past her hips. Her curls are streaked with strands of bronze and copper highlights and darker shades of chestnut and mahogany deepen the bouncing ringlets. Two platinum sticks, each studded with chips of ruby and etched with the vines and thorns of roses stake through a small knot of curls which hold the strands of hair at her temples away from her face, keeping the wildly untamed curls away from her face and out of her eyes, though the rest of her hair falls freely in wild ringlets down her back.
Sweetly Innocent, still an Ingenue
Not scared to face the world head-on
Moira's original modeling headshot
Lost in Thought
Companion, House Daska:
Moira does not take the typical work many would consider as a Companion. Having been raised at House Daska like many from a young age as a resident at their boarding school she earned her keep modeling during her under-aged years. This gave her access to many private tutors, and she found through them that she excelled in her class-work, particularly in the sciences. She followed up with those interests and as she became old enough to get the required certifications she began to take on clients facing hospice care, helping both clients and their families through difficult times in their lives. Moira tends to be drawn to the clients that face unusual or difficult challenges, seeking out the diamonds in the rough. Had she not found a life and career as a Companion, those who know her best like to joke that it's quite probable she would have wound up a Shepherd instead. Seems perhaps this one works better out of the cloth than in it.
Make-up advertising campaign
High-fashion photo spread
Modeling swimwear
Old denim and new silk. Best combo ever.
Personality & History:
Moira is a fairly quiet, bookish young woman. She enjoys reading and the arts, particularly the theatre or other performing arts. One of her favorite ways to unwind and de-stress is to spend an afternoon in the kitchen cooking and baking, then enjoying the fruits of those labours during a quiet night in with friends and loved ones. She is gentle and nurturing by nature, truly enjoying comforting and caring for others around her. If she hadn't found her calling as a companion Moira would have made a wonderful nurse or teacher. One day she looks forward to settling down to a family and children of her own, but until then, she enjoys the freedom that being a companion brings to her life. She likes the opportunities to meet new people, explore society, experience culture, travel the universe, and most particularly to learn more about herself.
Waiting at the Persephone Opera House during intermission
Taking the shuttle to exotic locales to meet a client on a dalliance
Enjoying a relaxing moment at the spa after a long day
Waiting for her tea at an out-door bistro
| Introverted: 86% | INtuitive: 86% | Feeling: 85% | Judging: 77% |
| Extraverted: 14% | Sensing: 14% | Thinking: 15% | Perceiving: 23% |
Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the weightier matters of life. They are conscientious and value-driven. Those who are activists are there for the cause, not for personal glory or political power. Using their intuitive skills, they develop a clear and confident vision, which they then set out to execute, aiming to better the lives of others. They are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden, and the concept of 'poetic justice' is appealing to the INFJ.
INFJs have a rich, vivid inner life, which they may be reluctant to share with those around them. They are guarded in expressing their own feelings, so tend to establish close relationships slowly. Nevertheless, they are congenial in their interactions and perceptive of the emotions of others.
You can read a bit more about INFJs HERE. You can take the test HERE.
Personal History:
Moira was born on Silverhold into a family from a background of indentured servants who were gem miners. Her father was an only child, and her mother was the only daughter among twelve brothers. As the only child to her parents, and no children born to her aunts and uncles, her entire family decided that she should have the education that none of them were able to have had from being born to the hard labor of their planet. Shipped to the planet of Persephone with a bag of gems from her home at the age of eight she was raised in the Companion house and educated there. Her parents sent her gems as often as they could, to pay for her clothing and her tuition, and grateful for the chances she had to better herself, Moira studied hard. She was a good student, getting acceptable grades in most classes, struggling only in Instrumentation and History but excelling in Languages, Singing, Oration, Fencing, and Massage. She showed her most adept skills at cooking and baking, and often would make small amounts of pocket money on the side selling cookies or brownies to classmates during her free periods. Moira graduated quite near the top of her class when she was done with her Companion training, and has been slowly making a name for herself within the guild ever since. While she usually stays near Persephone or one of the other Core planets while Contracting with Clients, she has been known to make the occasional contract to keep an Alliance crewman company as he travels across the Verse on assignment and has been able to see some parts of the outer and rim planets this way.
Family History:
Moira comes from a large family, but sadly is the only of a new generation. Her paternal great grandparents were slaves, and their children each were indentured to the family which owned them. Her paternal grandparents had only one child, her father, and he wed her mother, who was the daughter of another indentured servant, a family who worked alongside his parents in the gem mines of Silverhold. Her mother's eleven brothers scattered across various planets of the outer rims, taking jobs as they could find them. Some married, but none had children of their own. Three became Shepherds, following the ancestry of their heritage back to the days of the Earth that was tracing their roots back to those of the Irish Catholics. Three followed in the roots of their parents and became miners, one digging coal, one mud, and one oil. Two became farmers who worked the fields while two more chose to be ranchers who herded and hunted. The final uncle chose the life of a bounty hunter. The only thing that the lives of all twelve children had in common was that they all chose paths and careers out of the way of the Alliance and avoid dealing with it whenever possible. The only exception made to these choices was when they learned that their niece's illness made the possibility of a long and happy life on an outer planet to be a remote possibility. They combined their money to provide a large enough fund for Moira to be able to be sent to Persephone to boarding school with the Companion House Daska, starting her onto the road of the wealthy and well-bred, something none of them have ever wanted to be.
Moira Macallan a browncoat? Surely not.
Exploring the ruins on Paquin during a wild goose chase with the paparazzi
Little Girl Lost
Returning to her old home planet, surveying the mines from above
Medical History & Phobias:
Due to the small world of the mining communities in which her family tree sprouted, many of the roots were tangled together, resulting in a few too many spliced genes. The worst part of this in Moira's case is a somewhat rare auto-immune disorder resulting in an allergy to her own blood. Her immune system hemolyzes her red blood cells, causing the woman to have to be cautious of her levels of exertion. If she pushes herself too hard physically for too long of a period of time without enough rest afterward her spleen can become dangerously engorged trying to filter out all of the damaged cells and her blood supply can drop to hazardously low levels. While she can usually monitor such things herself, if she pushes too hard Moira will start to become very pale and fatigued, and if she doesn't heed the warning signs that her body gives she will need to be hospitalized and given transfusions and possibly dialysis as she recovers.
It was during one such hospitalization when Moira was still on Silverhold that she met her closest childhood friend, Bethany. The girls were quite young, each only two at the time. Bethany had been born prematurely, and as such had something wrong with her lungs in addition to having been born deaf. The two girls' paths crossed so often during childhood, first at the hospital and then outside the clinics as well, that their bond blossomed into a rich friendship. When the girls were both eight they were hospitalized at the same time and had snuck out of their beds late at night out of boredom for a game of tag. The orderlies were mostly busy with a trauma at the time, so no one noticed the girls misbehaving to chase them back to their beds on the pediatric wing. This would turn out to be problematic when Bethany ended up in the path of an angry father's bullet. A woman died in childbirth, and her husband shot at the doctor who had delivered his daughter. Unable to hear the fight and commotion nor Moira's calls of warning Bethany had rushed right out into the middle of the hallway, thinking Moira's gestured attempts to stop her were all just part of the game. Moira heard the bullet that slammed into her friend at point blank, a ring that still echos from time to time in her darkest of nightmares and leaves her to this day a bit skittish and nervous at the sound of gunshots or any sort of violence in general.
Moira has to be careful not to become too exhausted or worn out
Working hard to stay in top shape
Transfusions can help return her rosy glow
She's scared of guns, but heights are no problem
Personal Interests and Hobbies:
Moira loves flowers. They're some of her favorite things in the 'Verse. She can't grow them to save her life, but she'll stand in a florist's shop and stare at them the way some folks will look around in museums. She has to be careful around roses, though. She's horridly allergic. It's such as shame, they're her very favorites.
If she can't be some place looking at her beloved flowers, Moira is happiest to be found in a well-stocked kitchen, cooking or baking to her heart's content. She loves the challenge of working with pastries, but as long as she can create it from random ingredients and feed it to someone after it's done, she's happy.
Unfortunately, out in many corners of the 'Verse or when waiting for many clients access to her florists and gardens or even simply kitchens aren't always possible. Thankfully, no matter where she might be, Moira can always take her beloved books along with her. She will read absolutely anything she can get her hands on, absolutely any genre at all, but her very favorites are classical literature, poetry, and foreign languages. Her one exception to the any genre rules is romance novels. She's never been able to make herself care about the stories of fictional people falling in love and all of its attendant drama. Perhaps she simply spends too much time watching the real thing occur in the lives of those around her?
Born of her love of reading and a want to read as many of the old classics in their native tongues as she can, as well as having been quad-lingual since childhood Moira has taken to studying languages in her spare time. In addition to her native-born English and Chinese she also learned Gaelic as a child to be able to speak with her family before they all scattered, and sign language to be able to speak with her dear friend Bethany. Her first language tackled after that was Arabic in order to read all of the wonderful tales Scheherazade told in 1001 Arabian Nights, and once Arabic was mastered, Farsi was an easy addition after. Uppon vacationing on Paquin and hearing a large contingency of foreigners speaking in Russian for a few weeks she fell in love with the strange gutteral tones of the language. Frustrated with being unable to understand what was being said around her, she headed home and immersed herself in courses on her cortex, books from the library, and conversation with her best friend who also was fluent, and thanks to her natural gifts with languages soon added yet another language to her repetiore, and following the gutteral Russian was another language spoken back in the throat with the same roots of romance, and she became fluent in German as well. Once Russian and German were mastered, she took a few months away from languages, focusing on other projects, but she soon found herself missing the sounds of new words and phrases, and made up for lost time. Unable to decide between French and Spanish she picked up software for her PDA on both, and has been switching back and forth between lessons on each. Of course, this meant she often mixed up her phrases, but she had a wonderful time enjoying the challenge. Those mastered, she moved on to the Asian tongues, adding both Korean and Japanese to her childhood Chinese. From Asia, Moira moved on to the languages of the dead. With her background in Latin, and the roots of so many other romance languages in her mind, Latin was a quick and easy study. Greek and Latin each took her far, far longer, but her uncles were happy to send her ancient religious texts, and her love of history and art drove her passion to learn both until she acheived fluency.
Her deepest dream is to learn the language of the Rom, for she wants desperately to be able to read all of their myriad of fairy tales, myths, and legends in their own tongue; but so far she has not been able to find a willing teacher. Still, hope springs eternal in the petite optimist, and one day she'll learn it. Until then, she'll throw herself into the studies of as many of the other languages out there in the 'Verse as she's able, knowing that the more she's mastered, the more quickly the Romany tongue will come to her once she's convinced someone to teach her the secrets of its words.
Tying into her love of the culinary and literary arts are a love for all art in general. In addition to piano and vocal training, Moira has also recently been learning guitar. She's also skilled at many areas of fine arts, preferring particularly sketching and watercolors.
Spending time on Beaumonde, immersing herself in the language
Out enjoying the nightlife with her friends
Girls night out at the teahouse after work
A modeling photo-shoot for the cover of one of her favorite novels
Distinguishing Marks:
Moira has a tattoo of an open open lotus bud over her sternum, symbolizing yearning and love, beauty having grown from need and passion, empowerment having overcome humble beginnings, and an overwhelming want and desire. It is said that all who taste of the lotus bud will crave its sweet nectar forever, eternally craving its sweetness, and the same has been rumored true for the sweetness of this Companion, making this tattoo truly appropriate to be placed here over her heart. No color has been added to the bloom, her pale skin causing the blossom to appear white as snow, though when her skin flushes the flower can seem a rich crimson, or any shade of pink in between. The ink appears in various shades of sepia, giving it the appearance of hand-drawn henna, though unlike it's painted cousins, this tattoo is not temporary and cannot be washed away.
Tattoo of lotus on sternum
Friends:
- House Daska Companion Ripley "Lee" Keefe - Ripley and Moira have known each other for years, but it wasn't until recently that they have become close. Moira has always been more of a girl's girl when it has come to those she chooses to trust with her most intimate secrets; but with so many of her girlfriends marrying or buying shuttles and taking up with crews or houses far from Persephone, loneliness has had her confessing more and more in her old friend Ripley as of late. Lately the two have developed the type of bond often shared between close siblings, confiding secrets and confidences with one another and often relying on each others' supports as the stresses and difficulties of work add up and the demands of the day threaten to overwhelm.
While Moira has never been much of an instrumentalist except for the piano, her normally soft hands have been sporting calluses upon her fingertips lately as she's taken up guitar to learn a special song for Valentine's day. Rumor has it she's been practicing something as a surprise gift for her friend. Softly strumming sounds of guitar can be heard from behind the closed door of her apartment late at night, perhaps hinting at what the woman has been up to in her spare time, but no one has so far been able to prove that it has anything to do with her childhood friend, though the rumors have been flying thick through the halls of Persephone Towers.
- Director of Interpol Eleanor "Ellie" Quinn - Moira's meeting with Director Quinn has had more time to develop, the two women have been given ample time to help one another through one scrape after another. As the women have been bonding over booze, gossip, and shared life lessons, they continue to grow closer, this could bode quite poorly for the fates of the galaxy's men. They've also bonded over shared secrets and heartbreaks and found that maybe despite lives that seems to be world's apart from the outside, they might share quite a bit in common on the inside too. Despite a joint payroll, a genuine fondness has grown between the women, and both seem to rely on the other more than either would probably ever be found to admit.
- Nicoli "Nic or Nicci" Alexandrov - Moira is only starting to get acquainted with the leader of the brotherhood, but for now they seem to understand one another well enough. Both of them have their own good reasons for keeping their budding friendship under the radar, but secrets are something each are used to keeping, so that shouldn't be difficult for them to do. While she's certain that unlike most men Nicoli isn't interested in her for what is beneath her clothing, Moira has no pretenses that Nicoli's interest doesn't still lie in her for what she is able to do for him, just like every other person she ever has known. His wolf, Kiba, however can melt her heart in an instant.
- Cougar "Cougs" Lee Black Cougar and Moira met while she was staying on the Aces and Eights working for a contract for Cougar's boss, as he's the ship's XO. The two have an odd relationship, sometimes strained and sometimes easy, but it seems they found themselves in similarly awkward situations at the same time, and found a kinship of understanding for each other that has outlasted the time they spent in a shared employ. They seem to feel a bond similar to siblinghood and often can be seen looking out for one another whenever their paths are found to cross, either intentionally or otherwise.
- House Daska Companion Sybella "Sy" Naima Lorasine - Moira and Sybella were nearly best friends through most of schooling, having come up through House Daska and most of their training together. However, after Sigh signed on with patronage with Carmichael and Red Dragon Industries, moving out of House Daska, the two friends lost the close contact they once shared. They are still fondly affectionate despite this, they're just not able to invest the time into their friendship that they once had. Moira doesn't begrudge her old friend her newfound happiness, though. She's quite glad that Sybella has found contented bliss in the noble estate to which she's moved, even if she does find the esteemed Lord Noble Dames of Whateverdom Micha to be quite a bit of a prat the majority of the time.
- Independent Companion Lisa Ariadne Fey - Lisa and Moira are old school day chums, having gone through school at House Daska together. Though their tastes in styles and clients are drastically different and their life choices have led them down very different paths, Moira still looks at Lisa fondly, much as a little sister. The two are not close as they once were back in the days of childhood, but Moira will still help Lisa out of messes and scrapes when she is able, and has a warm smile and patient ear to hear all about her old friend's exploits over a few cups of tea when their current paths happen to cross. Unfortunately, Lisa seems to have never outgrown her childhood habits of telling tales, and gossip is one habit that Moira finds more than any other is exceptionally unbecoming to a Companion.
Clients:
- Count Salin "Lynne" A. Fawzy - For years now Moira's path and the Count's have danced one across the other. Fancy balls and galas, charity work upon the Guan-Yin, somehow despite the vastness of the 'verse, very often the lives of nobility and Companions are overlapping. And yet, despite having so often stumbling one over the other, it took nearly five years from the first time they met to ever have more than a brief and formal conversation. And once they both started talking, they seem to have found it quite difficult to put an end to the words. She has accepted his contract for personal Companionship, and following that initial time together, a far longer agreement as well. It's rare to see Moira away from Daska outside of a personal commitment to a client, but it seems she has clicked well enough with the Count that she is willing to spend an extended period upon the Guan as the Rim Coalition Authority struggles to gain its foothold out across the 'verse. And while on the surface, her employment to the Guan via Daska seems to be pure business, those who might pay close attention to the Companion are likely to catch an occasional glance passed between her grey eyes and Salin's blues that might lead one to wonder if all is truly as professional between them as they thus far claim.
- Sebastien "Sebby" Rhys-Carmichael - While it's no secret that there is an antagonistic relationship between the Companion and Damien "Micha" Carmichael, she seems to have been utterly charmed by the man's spouse. Rather frequently there is an informal contract help between the two while they share the formalities of a traditional tea ceremony and then hours of conversation over their cups of matcha. She also has a more formal standing contract on record for the teaching of piano, though it's rare that the two of them stop talking long enough to actually get around to practicing the instrument for which she was hired to teach.
- John "Doc" "Robin" Holliday - Moira's contract with the good doctor was set up through a mutual contract who thought the lonely doctor could use some company, and that Moira would be the perfect companion to provide it. While a friendship of genuine affection seemed to grow between the two at first, complications arose not long into their acquiantance.
Due to some difficulties between Moira's original contractee and Doctor Holiday it is unlikely that Moira will consider future contracts with the "gentleman", if he is ever allowed to consort with the guild again at all.
Despite her claims otherwise, upon receiving word of his injury, a courier was seen ferrying a large package from her condo at Persephone Towers not long after she received words of the doctor's injury, bearing postage for delivery to the Aces and Eights, and a matching parcel marked for delivery to the Jia. It is also said that she left her living quarters not long after carrying a small figurine of a robin and went straight away to a nearby Catholic church where she disappeared inside for the next few hours, after which she came out empty handed, though no one seems to know what such gestures might have meant.
- Russell "Russ" Cymbeline - Fate seemed determined to keep throwing the Companion and the con man together. After a few random and chance encounters throughout their normal days on Persephone Russell worked up the courage to register with Daska and left Moira a note. Whatever the words of woo, the Companion accepted them. Rumors abounded among residents from the northern end of town that he was seen leaving her condo late Christmas Eve. And she was seen by a number of people on his arm at the wedding of some of her co-workers with the Guan-Yin II. She seems to be getting spotted on his arm (and occasionally in them) fairly frequently these days, leading to gossip and rumors aplenty. One of the most common is the rumor that many of her old Alliance contacts might have conspired to hire the woman to do their espionage once more. After all, nothing else has cracked the man's secrets, why not try a pretty face and a tender touch?
- Miles Westlin - Moira and Miles met after he placed an advertisement with the guild about needing someone with an artistic eye to help with a business venture. After a tour of his new home and office facilities on Londinium, Moira spent a few weeks as the man's personal shopper and decorator, helping to get him set up in a space that provides both personal comfort, and professional service.
- Kaydin "Kay" Ceran - Moira met Kaydin while hiring private security to bolster Daska's own during a guild event. After he completed his contract with Daska, he returned to take out a contract with the Companion, not ready for his time with her to be at an end. As a bounty hunter, he finds it refreshing to enjoy home cooked meals, cultured evenings out, and genuine heartfelt conversation. Everyone needs a few moments in life to put down their work and their weapons, and for Kaydin, that seems easiest to do in the company of the Companion he once protected.
- Adrian "Ian" "Pitbull" Calhoun - Moira met Ian through her good friend Ellie Quinn. While Ian didn't hire the companion himself, nonetheless he ended up a client. She was hired to help distract and preoccupy the Alliance officer, and did so rather well, although probably not in the manner that the person paying for the contract expected. Through cooking lessons, hand-to-hand sparring in the halls of the Alliance offices, and quite copious amounts of drinking, the two forged a fairly tight friendship. Of course, eventually Moira had to take an extended contract out in the rim, and upon her return discovered that the officer had gone AWOL. Knowing what she knows of the man, there's probably a reason she's not tried to track him down; but if there is, she's keeping it all to herself.
- Charleen "Char" Wong - Moira and Ms. Wong have been slowly and gradually getting to know one another over tea, and planned outings to the spa for pampering and girl talk. Despite living vastly different lives, it seems the two women both share quite a few hobbies and interests in common, making talk between the odd pair comfortable and easy.
- Kirsten O'Dowd & Selene O'Connell - Moira is meeting with these two beautiful young women to discuss the multifaceted brilliance of a relationship as it blossoms. Just as with the raw beauty of an uncut gem, she is helping them to find just the right angles to cut and polish their growing love so that as the two women learn more about themselves both as individuals and as a couple they can have the strongest and most beautiful bond possible, wasting no more of their time together than is needed as they pick the most brilliant facets of all to display to the world into the setting of their choosing as they work to bond their relationship together as a couple.
Alter Egos:
Princess Cesium - Round 1 - Tunic and Tights - Race for the Cure:
Sweet femininity is the only phrase that can easily summarize this petite woman's beauty. She stands just a hair beneath five feet tall and probably weighs just below one-hundred pounds. Her pale, silken skin is the translucent shade of fresh cream marred with a smattering of darker freckles liberally sprinkled across. While her stature is incredibly petite, it does not belie her age, obvious curves denote her womanhood, making it impossible to underestimate her merely for a girl.
Stormy blue-grey eyes peer from a face of unparalleled beauty; high, chiseled cheekbones are colored with a delicate rosy flush; a tiny nose with the hint of a curve is covered with a smattering of freckles; and full, pouting lips that appear to be as velvety soft as rosebuds are the woman's most striking elements. The classical beauty of her face pales in comparison however to the depths and sparkle of her bright eyes. Deep grey orbs with flecks of sapphire and aqua, they stare intently, casting an almost entrancing spell upon most at whom she gazes.
When flowing freely, cascades of gleaming chestnut waves tumble in curls down her back, long enough to reach just past her hips. Her curls are streaked with strands of bronze and copper highlights and darker shades of mahogany and ebony deepen the bouncing ringlets. For the moment, however, the tresses have been pinned up into a messy knot at the nape of her neck, secured with two metal chopsticks. The silver plated sticks have been hand-etched with a pattern of leaves and vines and studded with sapphires to look like tiny violets that decorate the pins which secure her curls into a knot that has been topped with a pewter crown atop her head. Despite the fact that the crown has been carved in choppy scrolls reminiscent of a Prince's crown, the woman's delicate features can't help but bring thoughts of a Princess' tiara to the minds of many.
A long white cotton tunic hangs to her knees. The garment started out simple and undecorated, but it seems that the girl couldn't just leave well enough alone. To play up the entrancing hue of her eyes, she has taken a bit of embroidery ribbon and added a shimmery row of blue and indigo violets and irises as well as sparkling emerald vines and leaves along the scooped neckline and hem, adding a whimsical touch to the otherwise plain tunic. Her short stature turns the garment into more of a dress, particularly over her womanly curves which can't quite be hidden, not that she really tries to hide them. She's added a thick black suede belt to the garment, which matches soft black suede moccasin boots upon her feet perfectly. The tights she wears beneath her dress are made of a shimmering silver silk, and she's added more of her embroidery ribbon to them, the same shades of indigo and violet as her blue as her tunic and woven them up her legs, emulating the ribbons of a dancer's shoes, showing off the toned curves of her gams and accentuating her womanly figure all the more, despite the original manly cut of her provided garment.
The woman's jewelry reveals more of the femininity of her tastes, all of it subtle yet elegant. A small pair of thin silver hoops dangle at each earlobe and a matching pile of tinkling silver bangles jingle as they adorn her left wrist. An iris-shaped sapphire dangles from a thin silver choker, dancing in the hollow of her throat as she moves. A faint trace of perfume wafts through the air around her, enrobing her in its distinctive scent of earthy honey, sweet vanilla, luscious oranges, and spicy cinnamon, the complex scent seeming almost natural on her.
Princess Cesium - Round 2 - Inaugural Robe - Now With Wings:
Sweet femininity is the only phrase that can easily summarize this petite woman's beauty. She stands just a hair beneath five feet tall weighs just below one-hundred pounds. Her pale, silken skin is the translucent shade of fresh cream marred with a smattering of darker freckles liberally sprinkled across. While her stature is incredibly petite, it does not belie her age, obvious curves denote her womanhood, making it impossible to underestimate her merely for a girl.
Stormy blue-grey eyes peer from a face of unparalleled beauty; high, chiseled cheekbones are colored with a delicate rosy flush; a tiny nose with the hint of a curve is covered with a smattering of freckles; and full, pouting lips that appear to be as velvety soft as rosebuds are the woman's most striking elements. The classical beauty of her face pales in comparison however to the depths and sparkle of her bright eyes. Deep grey orbs with flecks of sapphire and aqua, they stare intently, casting an almost entrancing spell upon most at whom she gazes.
When flowing freely, cascades of gleaming chestnut waves tumble in curls down her back, long enough to reach just past her hips. Her curls are streaked with strands of bronze and copper highlights and darker shades of mahogany and ebony deepen the bouncing ringlets. For the moment, however, the tresses have been pinned up into a messy knot at the nape of her neck, secured with two metal chopsticks. The silver plated sticks have been hand-etched with a pattern of leaves and vines and studded with sapphires to look like tiny violets that decorate the pins which secure her curls into a knot that has been topped with a pewter crown atop her head. Despite the fact that the crown has been carved in choppy scrolls reminiscent of a Prince's crown, the woman's delicate features can't help but bring thoughts of a Princess' tiara to the minds of many.
She wears an elegant kimono-style robe of impossibly soft silvery grey cashmere. The robe crosses in a deep v over her chest, revealing a smattering of freckles over collarbones and décolletage. The simple garment is held closed with a thick white silk sash that has been hand-embroidered with satin ribbons in a rainbow of hues evoking the flowers of the princesses of the past flower balls: red hot pokers, roses, lillies, irises, lilacs, and orchids, all of which are chained together with an elegant chain of hand-stiched clovers. The robe is quite long, its hemline ending just at her ankles, though the long slit where the garment's wrap closes occasionally provides a peek of her long legs anywhere from her dainty ankle up to the slender curve of her thigh as she moves. The warm fabric of the demure robe manages to cover nearly all of her skin while still leaving little to the imagination. The supple fabric flows over her body's curves like a soft cascade of water, subtly outlining every lithe line of her body beneath it with every graceful movement that she makes.
The woman's jewelry reveals more of the femininity of her tastes, all of it subtle yet elegant. A small pair of thin silver hoops dangle at each earlobe and a matching pile of tinkling silver bangles jingle as they adorn her left wrist. A clover-shaped diamond dangles from a thin silver choker, dancing in the hollow of her throat as she moves. A faint trace of perfume wafts through the air around her, enrobing her in its distinctive scent of earthy honey, sweet vanilla, luscious oranges, and spicy cinnamon, the complex scent seeming almost natural on her.
Patronage and Other Gifts:
| Giver | Gift |
|---|---|
| Doc | 18 karat white gold dove-shaped earrings with sapphire eyes |
| Umair | Elegant hand-woven string bikini with a stained glass pattern done in golds, reds, and purples crafted in a rare technique of Arabian cotton weaving |
| Bree | The most stunning pair of sparkling Cinderella bowed princess shoes in the 'verse that shall never be thrown at anybody, ever, 'cause WAY too pretty! http://www.arunaseth.com/products-page/couture-shoes/cinderella/ |
| Lee | A beautiful handcrafted wooden box inlaid with turquoise for keeping jewelry and memories. http://www.visionsinwood.com/tbox6_detail.html |
| Lee | A stunning pearl and platinum art-deco bracelet, accented with jade and gemstones. http://www.langantiques.com/products/item/40-91-1285 |
| Sebastien | A hardcover copy of "Shakespeare's Kitchen: Recipes For the Contemporary Chef - A compendium assembled from Shakespeare's plays and time." A limited edition copy with an inset silk bookmark. |
| Roi & Nicci | A collection of silk scarves, and two perfect conch shells. |
| Lynne | A slinky dress of inky black that sheens to white when it moves, clasped with an ornate crest of gold. And a necklace to match. http://www.bluenile.com/sky-blue-topaz-lemon-quartz-peridot-bib-necklace-14k-gold_39865?gclid=CKD16N_A9b0CFaVQOgodRWkAlA&click_id=734840437 |
| Lynne | Black pearl and ruby necklace, and matching ring with hidden inscription inside the band |
Personal Playlist:
"Hallelujah" -- Kate Voegle covering Leonard Cohen
"Falling Slowly" -- Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová
"Grey Blue Eyes" -- Dave Matthews Band
"I Won't Give Up" -- Jason Mraz
"Halo" -- Bethany Joy Galeotti
"Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" -- Cake
"Song Beneath the Song" -- Maria Taylor
"About a Girl" -- Nirvana
"Miss Halfway" -- Anya Marina
"This Girl" -- Nikki Flores
"Beautiful Mess" -- Jason Mraz
"You Wouldn't Like Me" -- Teagan and Sarah
"I Hope, I Think, I Know" -- Oasis
"Let Me Touch You For Awhile" -- Alison Kraus
"The Most Beautiful Things" -- Jimmy Eat World
"Life Is Wonderful" -- Jason Mraz
Likes and Dislikes:
| Category | Likes | Dislike |
|---|---|---|
| Flowers - Real | Stargazer Lillies | Roses |
| Flowers - Fake | Roses | Anything Except Roses |
| Gemstones | Black Pearls, Rubies | Diamonds |
| Color | Red | Yellow |
| Number(s) | 42, 9, 13 | 8, 10 |
| Taste | Honey, Cinnamon | Mustard, Plain Vinegar |
| Alcoholic Beverage | Wine, Whiskey, Gin | Beer, Champagne |
| Non-Alcoholic Beverage | Hot Tea, Juice | Soda |
| Animal | Butterfly, Wolf | Snakes |
| Weapons | Throwing Darts | Guns |
