Post by Tybolt on Mar 24, 2009 22:39:01 GMT -5
Character's Name: Desha Fa'arrinsetoch
Pronunciation: Deh-shay Fah-are-in-seh-tach
Age: 43
Height: 5'10"
Role: Eccentric socialite to the uninformed and by nature. In reality, a widow several times over living off accumulated wealth courtesy of legal and clerical manipulation.
Distinguishing Features: Without a doubt, her form. She is also excruciatingly well-kept, fur very finely groomed; usually wearing only custom-tailored dresses and smelling obnoxiously of too much expensive perfume.
Carries: Her only form of armament is a blacksnake whip mounted behind her belt, the butt sitting at the belt buckle, allowing her easy access to it after a quick dress adjustment. She also has an expensive-looking, finely-tipped flower hairpin behind her headband that could be used as a stabbing weapon if required.
Race: (white) Bengal Tiger
Sample Post: The tigress tapped her thick paw up and down upon the table rhythmically, patience worn thin from the wait. She glanced upon the club's dining hall and lost sight of her impatience as her glare settled down upon one of the wait staff, a young ferret girl; perhaps fifteen or sixteen. With a motion of her paw, nearly cutting through the smoky air of the room with her finely sharpened claws, the girl quickly noticed the beckoning, dropping her wash towel and dashing forward, as if in fear of the consequences of doing otherwise. Without word, she nodded solemly, dropping her head before her superior. Desha smiled darkly, turning in her seat to better face her, tilting her body forward and taking a rather strong sniff of her scent, then nuzzling into her shoulder for but a moment, feeling her quarry stiffen in shock at the unexpected motion. Pulling her head back, she resumes a normal sitting position, cranking her paw circularly, motioning the young furre to stand in profile-view. "Why are you nervous?" The tigress speaks, the dark grin widening, a very toothy sort. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight. Bring me some bread rolls, and a basket for yourself, too..."
Anything else we should know? While Desha is a highly private individual concerning her personal details and business, she can be rather socially agressive, especially when she wants something. She emits a rather refined, although pompous aura, and is extremely easy to flatter with gifts, preferably those of the edible sort; although her tastes are prone to change at any time. She is often seen associating with her companion, Victoria L'Renouille, implying they are business partners or perhaps close friends.
Pros: Skillful liar, incredible mathematical prowess, and quite capable of making people extremely uncomfortible in casual conversation.
Cons: Highly sexual by nature, bearing a voracious sexual appetite and too many interests; almost always allowing them to spill into dialog.