La Coquette [Approved]

[La Coquette]

Solette Arceneau, marquise de Rennes

"I’ve seen too much.
I don’t believe in you now,
My Goddess."

We are the thing of shapes to come

name; ARCENEAU, Solette
age; 27
orientation; bisexual
gender; female
alias; La Coquette
act; Bound contortionist.

Your freedom's not free and dumb

build; curvy
height; 5'7
weight; 127 lbs
eye color; blue
hair color; blonde
appearance; Solette is beautiful, and she knows it. Her hair is golden blonde and hangs down to her mid-back in large curls, but is usually pulled and bound back, and pinned in place perfectly. She has expensive tastes in everything, her clothing in the finest materials that man has to offer, always flattering in color and of a famous couture. Her eyes are midnight blue, and always sparkling, whether it be with mischief or malcontent. Full lips are almost always painted red, in contrast with the pale porcelain of her skin, and always curved into a wicked smile. She has a habit of lifting one eyebrow when she's interested in something... Or when she's mad. The arch of a brow can signal that she likes you, or as the twitch of a cat's tail, she is about to strike. She holds her head high and throws her head back when she laughs.
face claim; Scarlet Johanson

This Depression is Great

personality; Life is good. It's really, really good. Solette knows it and believes that one only lives once, so she lives hers to the fullest. She's deviant, indecent, and unattached. She's playful, hurtful, and proud. Solette doesn't know love. All she knows is pleasure, and she seeks it, an outright Epicurean soul. She holds know allegiance or faith, and can be the cruelest woman you come across... Or the nicest. It all depends on whether you play her game by her rules.

likes;
♥ men
♥ women
♥ red wine
♥ publishing secrets
♥ black cats
♥ large parties
♥ her act

dislikes;
× conservative types
×religious zealots
×censorship
× clingy lovers
× gold

fun facts; Solette has her own newspaper. It's a gossip column which publishes even the dirtiest things she can find about practically anyone. She has it published by a nameless company back in her home country. It is shipped to a different address and handed out by a different person every month so as to avoid any sort of scandal involving her own name. She makes no profit on it because watching people squirm uncomfortably is payment enough.

history; Make this as long as possible, three paragraphs minimum.

describe your act; The stage! It's empty, save for the red curtains that give it the feel of a theatre. It's dark, but it seems that there are three figures on stage now, two much lager than the third. The candles are being lit, now, flooding the stage with light. On stage is a woman in what seems to be a robe of China silk. It's red and drags on the floor as she slowly drifts forward. Her face is covered by a mask, it's face almost grotesquely emotionless. It seems mocking without giving even the slightest hint of an expression. La Coquette stands now between two long red ribbons of silk, the tendrils falling just out of reach of her hands, pooling next to her feet. In one quick movement she lets the robe fall to the floor, exposing everything to the audience. La Coquette is nude, save for that mask. She reaches out and grasps the ribbons, both men to either side moving until they stand before her. Shoulder-to-shoulder the men create a fleshy curtain as they begin binding the woman hand and foot until she is suspended in the air by the ribbons alone. The two exit the stage, leaving the woman helpless, it seems. She jerks suddenly, and begins twisting until she unwinds, making her way down to the floor in slow sweeping movements. She's free again, and standing with the ribbons wrapped about her wrists. La Coquette bows.

The Deformation Age, they know my name

name; Nixie, again!
age; 18
experience; however many I said last time. I forget.
password; admin edit.
sample; Ah, the streets at night. How dangerous they felt! Fog coiled about her ankles as she walked along, humming a tune. There was a can in her hand, extended to the right, knocking against the posts of the iron fence she walked along next to. The rhythm was sporadic and dissonant to the tune she hummed, but the woman didn't seem to notice.

The cane in her hand was a thing seemingly made of wood. It wasn't particularly ornate, and somehow seemed out of place amongst the clothing she wore. It looked like something an old man would carry, using it to get from one place to the other. No, Solette didn't need it. The cane was a comfort, her security blanket for late nights when walking alone. It was a weapon, truly. When in trouble, Solette had learned to use it as a bludgeon, swinging it about in such a way that, when struck against the head was quite effective. She didn't need to use much force, inside the cane was a rod of metal disguised by the wood.

The woman continued along, unaffected by fear, humming the same tune. She took a sharp right and headed up the steps of an otherwise nondescript building. It looked a part of a long string of doors that all looked exactly the same. It was in fact several different buildings all made to look exactly the same. They were, practically. The entire string was upper-class apartments. A sort of Hall of the Riche

Four doors to the left was a large, ornately carved wooden door that looked exactly like the others. Solette only knew she had gotten the correct one because she counted them. She still wasn't used to it. Any of it, really. This country was so backward it had thrown her into a state of delirium after the first few days. Even her servants had been thrown back a little bit, having to learn an entirely different language just to walk down the street and buy groceries.

Solette chuckled to herself and reached out, grasping the doorknob. A quick turn allowed her access, and she slipped in. Instantly she was greeted in her native language by several women, then was rushed by another. Apparently she had a guest; a beautiful youth, it seemed. It was explained that they had tried to get him to leave, but he ignored them all and went directly to the master bedroom.

Solette smirked.