Post by Editha on Aug 8, 2010 20:47:59 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Etoile Noir
Nickname: Marred Dame
Reason For Nickname: Etoile does business with a myriad of shady people. Among those in London’s underground that hated her attempts to mock her horribly scarred face arouse, most notably a nickname, Marred Dame. At the time it was just a way to mock the woman of French Heritage, but when Etoile’s “business” competitors lifeless corpses began to be found with the word, Marred, etched into their bodies it became more of a calling card. It is still commonly used as an insult to her, but it is not spoken as openly as when first concocted.
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Being: Human
Contract Partner: N/A
Character Information
Personality: Due to the marks on her body, Etoile tries to be strong in personality so that others will not be too distracted by her face. She can be spontaneous, grouchy, serious, flirty, sad, etc. Some of these are taken to extremes in instances, but she comes off seemingly as a normal person until her business is mixed in.
Etoile is an unusual woman who prefers to speak her mind rather than hold her tongue, even in the presence of nobility. Compared to other ladies her mannerisms come off as crude. Yelling, smoking cigars, and fighting are just a few of the habits she picked up in her life and she isn’t afraid to show her true colors. From that bit of info it’s easy to assume that the tall blond is a bit of a tomboy. She’s often calm and fairly lax, which is fortunate for anyone holding a conversation with her outside of her bar.
Being cautious of everyone, even those that work for her, Etoile never gets emotionally close to anyone. After the incident with someone she thought she loved, she completely forsook ever trying to identify with anyone on a personal level ever again. It’s a small weakness she feels she can live with. Common conversation is not taboo, and she can find herself enjoying the company of others when she’s not working.
Though she is a bit of an unsophisticated lady she does have a soft spot for cute things. The hardened woman can often be bribed with cute objects, though most don’t know her well enough to do such a thing. Her love for cute things does not carry over to her wardrobe. Growing up the way she did, Etoile never had the luxury to wear dresses, and male clothing was much better for working and fighting in.
Etoile is very street smart, which she uses to her advantage in her work, but she is not mathematically competent. She is literate, being able to read and write, but anything that is not simple enough for a common person to grasp will leave her frustrated. When Etoile can’t figure out something that is over her head she either has someone do it for her, or she uses brute force to resolve the matter.
Underneath everything is Etoile’s drive to become something important, along with being wealthy. When it comes to business Etoile can be extremely ruthless and meticulous. Her, “get it done by any means necessary,” attitude will find those that stand in her way either dead or badly maimed. This mindset usually only applies to jobs she is given through paying customers. Etoile finds no joy in wanton destruction if she isn’t being paid. She can be someone’s worst enemy or a valuable ally, depending on the price.
A deep self loathing lingers within Etoile’s heart due to her scars. In public she acts as though they do not bother her, even joking about them, yet she often has trouble looking at herself in a mirror. Her hatred for her appearance is often directed outwards at anyone who is unfortunate enough to be around her in her self hating mindset, resulting in either an unnecessary fit, or a beating.
An interesting thing about Etoile is that she speaks with a melodious deep French accent, though she was not born in France. No one knows enough about Etoile to say whether she is making up the accent, or inherited it from listening to her mother. Anyone that has had the misfortune of crossing her, or working for her knows the accent belies her strength.
Abilities: Super Reflexes: The ability to be a bit faster than most people, allowing for quick recognition of movements, preemptive strikes and quick dodges. This ability does not mean super speed, just faster reaction. Had she been born a man this would probably have been Super Strength. Many attacks or slight of hand attempts will usually fail, but Etoile’s weakness keeps the use of her ability in check.
Special Interests/Hobbies: Fisticuffs. Etoile loves to fight with her fists, though she has no formal training. Her style is somewhat reminiscent of boxing.
Character Weaknesses: Smoking. She loves to smoke, and as a result it has severely limited the extent at which she can exert herself.
Appearance: Etoile is a beautiful woman, though many that see her cannot see this because of her obvious blemishes. Her skin has a light peach hue to it, though the parts of her skin that are scarred are more of a dull light tan color. Etoile’s most prominent scar is on the right side of her face. There are two scars on each side of her neck, and depending on her outfit, one might see the many smaller yet seemingly connected scars on her upper chest. Many more scars decorate her body, though no one but herself has seen them.
The woman’s blue eyes are narrow, slender in a way. They change often from seemingly lax, to hardened and angry, or cynical. If anyone knew Etoile’s lifestyle and history they would probably say that her eyes seemed to carry her conscious’s weight. Under Etoile’s left eye, on the very far left corner is a beauty mark.
Etoile’s golden blond hair is something she is especially proud of. She has never had it cut, and it shows. Golden bangs cover her forehead except for an opening in the middle, and some even go down so far as the sides of her face. Her long mane would go almost completely down her back if she did not tie it up into a ponytail.
Etoile is a fairly active woman, and her body shows it. It is lithe, with a good figure, but it is toned. Combined with her tall height of 6’0, Etoile’s unwomanly strength allows her to intimidate better than many women in her field of work.
Concealing her muscled body is usually Etoile’s staple outfit, a dark red suit jacket and matching pants accompanied by her black high heel boots. The buttons on the jacket are gold, and underneath the jacket is a white long sleeve shirt. Dressing in clothes seemingly for men is more comfortable for the blond than a dress. There are times when Etoile will wear very common clothes, such as brown pants with a white shirt and suspenders. She does wear makeup when she finds the time to put it on, but it is usually a basic red lipstick.
The last piece of her appearance is her personal treat, cigars. Etoile loves to smoke, and she finds cigars to be delicious. It’s very common to see Etoile with a cigar in her mouth or pulling one from one of her pockets.
History: Etoile’s early childhood isn’t as significant to her character as her teen years and early twenties. Suffice to say that Etoile was born to a French woman who wed an English Nobleman and took up residence in a manor until she was 15. Etoile’s comfortable lifestyle would come to an abrupt end when her father invested in a shady business with all of his money.
She didn’t know how it happened, but Etoile was now living on the streets with her mother and father. Though she wasn’t old enough to understand how her father lost his wealth she was old enough to resent him for the position they were all in. So much so that she took her mother’s maiden name so that she wouldn’t have to live with the shame of her father’s.
Etoile was forced to get whatever kind of job she could, and many were barely manageable for a young girl like herself. Plucking chicken feathers from dead birds in a factory was easy enough, though paid little. Helping lift large crates into ships and buildings was tiresome, though after a while Etoile became accustomed to the labor. The only time she had any fun was when she played roughed around with those close to her age. This day in and day out routine continued until she was 20.
Tired of living off scraps, getting paid little the blond woman took to fighting, something that happened regularly near docks or outside pubs. It was easier than she had thought to get involved in fighting for money. People loved to bet, and betting against a young blond woman seemed like a sure thing. Etoile surprised everyone her first fight when she knocked out a woman who had been fighting for a while already. Etoile owed her victory to her quick reflexes and toned body from working. Admittedly not many women fought, so when there were no women Etoile fought men who entered the ring thinking they would get an easy fight. Of course she couldn’t win every fight, but she won more than she lost. Rookies from all over who thought they were good would always pick her to fight, expecting easy wins. Eventually Etoile built up a good rapport with many of the male fighters and was offered jobs that were questionable.
An underground crime group had seen Etoile fighting and had taken a shine to her. Etoile made it very clear that she didn’t want to kill anyone from the start, and her employers had no problem with that. Etoile was 22 at this time, and was employed as muscle to get payments that people owed. Etoile’s favorite jobs were when she had to get payments from Noblemen. They were quite good at ducking shake downs from male grunts. All Etoile had to do was put on a dress and a smile then present herself. The Noble would bite, take her someplace to be alone, and then she would rough him up a bit until he gave up the money. At this point in her life Etoile’s morals were disappearing slowly, and she had almost completely forgotten about her beggar parents. She was moving up in the world.
Now 25, Etoile was still working for the crime group, doing odd jobs here and there. This is the time in her life when she picked up smoking cigars, something introduced to her by her boss, who now was more of a father to her than her real one. This is also when she met her first love, a young man of noble birth named, Frederic Harkens. She had met him while at the docks overseeing a shipment of goods her boss wanted. It was unlike the brash woman to be smitten so easily, but the young man was adorable.
A few weeks passed and Etoile was certain that Frederic was going to propose to her. She was actually excited about the idea of being married, though the thought of wearing a wedding dress with her muscled arms made her cringe. Told to meet Frederic in a certain place at night, the gleeful blond went to a factory that she was told of by Frederic. Upon entering the factory she noticed Frederic standing in the middle of the textile factory. She didn’t quite understand why he wanted to meet her here, but she didn’t question him for fear of upsetting him. Instead she allowed him to lead her around the factory, until they came to the steam engine room that ran the ropes and belts in the factory.
Before Etoile could even begin to fathom why she was led to that part of the factory her love began to swing his fists at her, landing a few blows before she could defend herself properly. When she was finally able to push him back Etoile questioned her lover, extremely confused at why he had struck her. Frederic revealed that he was not only someone she had beaten in a fight years ago, damaging his pride.
Enraged by the man’s trickery and her own stupidity, Etoile fought the man she thought loved her. The two exchanged blows, Etoile pummeled the pathetic man easily. At some point in the fight Etoile had knocked Frederic into some of the levers that ran the engine, starting it up.
Frederic, now beaten near the point of his face being unrecognizable seemingly surrendered to Etoile. The blond woman spat at him before walking away, but knew the petty man had something up his sleeve. She turned back to find a pistol pointed in her direction. Thanks to her quick reflexes she was able to dodge the first shot, but fell into an open hatch in the floor that led to some pipes and valves from the steam engine. Before being able to climb out Frederic rushed to the hatch and shot a bullet down into the narrow space. It missed Etoile, but it ricocheted along the pipes and valves, puncturing a pipe and releasing a large amount of steam that instantly filled the narrow hole.
Frederic fled the scene, believing Etoile to be dead. Thankfully the boilers did not contain much water, so the steam produced only lasted a few seconds, but that was enough to do significant damage to Etoile’s body. She crawled out of the hatch, her body covered in red marks that would eventually turn to blisters and boils. Pieces of her clothes had fused to her skin. With what little energy she had, she limped and crawled until someone on the street found her and took her to get some help.
The woman had passed out before someone had found her, but she awoke in a bed in an unfamiliar place. She was greeted by an old man who claimed to be the doctor that treated her. Relieved to be in the care of someone who could tend to her, the tall woman stayed in the bed. It was then she was informed by the doctor of what he had done to her.
Etoile had been unconscious for three days, and in that time the doctor had undressed her and removed each piece of skin that was marked red, blistered, or boiled from the steam. The result was not good. The steam burns were far too deep, and the exposed flesh that had been underneath the damaged skin was now dry and damaged after the doctor’s attempts at healing it through heat and other various methods.
Frantically, Etoile got to a mirror in the doctor’s residence and flew into a rage when she saw her damaged face, not to mention the rest of her body. It was then she realized that she had only assumed that this man was a doctor, and upon beating him and questioning she found he was no doctor at all, just some man that claimed to be. Etoile’s first kill out of revenge took place in that man’s home, and afterwards she burned it to the ground.
Etoile returned to her crime group, her comrades all appalled at what had happened to her face. Unable to take their glances of disgust she left the group, but not before taking what few members would join her. Etoile had been planning to leave the group for sometime, and gruesome appearance just gave her the extra push she needed. She had learned enough to strike out on her own, but there was not enough room in London for two major crime groups. Etoile took the initiative and commenced a hostile take over of her old boss’ group. Though she didn’t enjoy it, she killed her old mentor, affirming her position at the top of the group.
Now Etoile runs a local establishment, a bar called “The Last Drink”. It is a seemingly legit business, but is actually a front for her small criminal organization now called, black Star. She takes contracts from whoever pays and either conducts the job herself or lets her underlings handle it. As of late however the many of the jobs she has taken on have been to kill certain people, lots of them. Killing people for money hasn’t bothered her since she became the boss, but lately the contracts to kill have been coming in succession. Though she doesn’t think much of it, there might be more to the deaths than she’s seeing.
Name: Etoile Noir
Nickname: Marred Dame
Reason For Nickname: Etoile does business with a myriad of shady people. Among those in London’s underground that hated her attempts to mock her horribly scarred face arouse, most notably a nickname, Marred Dame. At the time it was just a way to mock the woman of French Heritage, but when Etoile’s “business” competitors lifeless corpses began to be found with the word, Marred, etched into their bodies it became more of a calling card. It is still commonly used as an insult to her, but it is not spoken as openly as when first concocted.
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Being: Human
Contract Partner: N/A
Character Information
Personality: Due to the marks on her body, Etoile tries to be strong in personality so that others will not be too distracted by her face. She can be spontaneous, grouchy, serious, flirty, sad, etc. Some of these are taken to extremes in instances, but she comes off seemingly as a normal person until her business is mixed in.
Etoile is an unusual woman who prefers to speak her mind rather than hold her tongue, even in the presence of nobility. Compared to other ladies her mannerisms come off as crude. Yelling, smoking cigars, and fighting are just a few of the habits she picked up in her life and she isn’t afraid to show her true colors. From that bit of info it’s easy to assume that the tall blond is a bit of a tomboy. She’s often calm and fairly lax, which is fortunate for anyone holding a conversation with her outside of her bar.
Being cautious of everyone, even those that work for her, Etoile never gets emotionally close to anyone. After the incident with someone she thought she loved, she completely forsook ever trying to identify with anyone on a personal level ever again. It’s a small weakness she feels she can live with. Common conversation is not taboo, and she can find herself enjoying the company of others when she’s not working.
Though she is a bit of an unsophisticated lady she does have a soft spot for cute things. The hardened woman can often be bribed with cute objects, though most don’t know her well enough to do such a thing. Her love for cute things does not carry over to her wardrobe. Growing up the way she did, Etoile never had the luxury to wear dresses, and male clothing was much better for working and fighting in.
Etoile is very street smart, which she uses to her advantage in her work, but she is not mathematically competent. She is literate, being able to read and write, but anything that is not simple enough for a common person to grasp will leave her frustrated. When Etoile can’t figure out something that is over her head she either has someone do it for her, or she uses brute force to resolve the matter.
Underneath everything is Etoile’s drive to become something important, along with being wealthy. When it comes to business Etoile can be extremely ruthless and meticulous. Her, “get it done by any means necessary,” attitude will find those that stand in her way either dead or badly maimed. This mindset usually only applies to jobs she is given through paying customers. Etoile finds no joy in wanton destruction if she isn’t being paid. She can be someone’s worst enemy or a valuable ally, depending on the price.
A deep self loathing lingers within Etoile’s heart due to her scars. In public she acts as though they do not bother her, even joking about them, yet she often has trouble looking at herself in a mirror. Her hatred for her appearance is often directed outwards at anyone who is unfortunate enough to be around her in her self hating mindset, resulting in either an unnecessary fit, or a beating.
An interesting thing about Etoile is that she speaks with a melodious deep French accent, though she was not born in France. No one knows enough about Etoile to say whether she is making up the accent, or inherited it from listening to her mother. Anyone that has had the misfortune of crossing her, or working for her knows the accent belies her strength.
Abilities: Super Reflexes: The ability to be a bit faster than most people, allowing for quick recognition of movements, preemptive strikes and quick dodges. This ability does not mean super speed, just faster reaction. Had she been born a man this would probably have been Super Strength. Many attacks or slight of hand attempts will usually fail, but Etoile’s weakness keeps the use of her ability in check.
Special Interests/Hobbies: Fisticuffs. Etoile loves to fight with her fists, though she has no formal training. Her style is somewhat reminiscent of boxing.
Character Weaknesses: Smoking. She loves to smoke, and as a result it has severely limited the extent at which she can exert herself.
Appearance: Etoile is a beautiful woman, though many that see her cannot see this because of her obvious blemishes. Her skin has a light peach hue to it, though the parts of her skin that are scarred are more of a dull light tan color. Etoile’s most prominent scar is on the right side of her face. There are two scars on each side of her neck, and depending on her outfit, one might see the many smaller yet seemingly connected scars on her upper chest. Many more scars decorate her body, though no one but herself has seen them.
The woman’s blue eyes are narrow, slender in a way. They change often from seemingly lax, to hardened and angry, or cynical. If anyone knew Etoile’s lifestyle and history they would probably say that her eyes seemed to carry her conscious’s weight. Under Etoile’s left eye, on the very far left corner is a beauty mark.
Etoile’s golden blond hair is something she is especially proud of. She has never had it cut, and it shows. Golden bangs cover her forehead except for an opening in the middle, and some even go down so far as the sides of her face. Her long mane would go almost completely down her back if she did not tie it up into a ponytail.
Etoile is a fairly active woman, and her body shows it. It is lithe, with a good figure, but it is toned. Combined with her tall height of 6’0, Etoile’s unwomanly strength allows her to intimidate better than many women in her field of work.
Concealing her muscled body is usually Etoile’s staple outfit, a dark red suit jacket and matching pants accompanied by her black high heel boots. The buttons on the jacket are gold, and underneath the jacket is a white long sleeve shirt. Dressing in clothes seemingly for men is more comfortable for the blond than a dress. There are times when Etoile will wear very common clothes, such as brown pants with a white shirt and suspenders. She does wear makeup when she finds the time to put it on, but it is usually a basic red lipstick.
The last piece of her appearance is her personal treat, cigars. Etoile loves to smoke, and she finds cigars to be delicious. It’s very common to see Etoile with a cigar in her mouth or pulling one from one of her pockets.
History: Etoile’s early childhood isn’t as significant to her character as her teen years and early twenties. Suffice to say that Etoile was born to a French woman who wed an English Nobleman and took up residence in a manor until she was 15. Etoile’s comfortable lifestyle would come to an abrupt end when her father invested in a shady business with all of his money.
She didn’t know how it happened, but Etoile was now living on the streets with her mother and father. Though she wasn’t old enough to understand how her father lost his wealth she was old enough to resent him for the position they were all in. So much so that she took her mother’s maiden name so that she wouldn’t have to live with the shame of her father’s.
Etoile was forced to get whatever kind of job she could, and many were barely manageable for a young girl like herself. Plucking chicken feathers from dead birds in a factory was easy enough, though paid little. Helping lift large crates into ships and buildings was tiresome, though after a while Etoile became accustomed to the labor. The only time she had any fun was when she played roughed around with those close to her age. This day in and day out routine continued until she was 20.
Tired of living off scraps, getting paid little the blond woman took to fighting, something that happened regularly near docks or outside pubs. It was easier than she had thought to get involved in fighting for money. People loved to bet, and betting against a young blond woman seemed like a sure thing. Etoile surprised everyone her first fight when she knocked out a woman who had been fighting for a while already. Etoile owed her victory to her quick reflexes and toned body from working. Admittedly not many women fought, so when there were no women Etoile fought men who entered the ring thinking they would get an easy fight. Of course she couldn’t win every fight, but she won more than she lost. Rookies from all over who thought they were good would always pick her to fight, expecting easy wins. Eventually Etoile built up a good rapport with many of the male fighters and was offered jobs that were questionable.
An underground crime group had seen Etoile fighting and had taken a shine to her. Etoile made it very clear that she didn’t want to kill anyone from the start, and her employers had no problem with that. Etoile was 22 at this time, and was employed as muscle to get payments that people owed. Etoile’s favorite jobs were when she had to get payments from Noblemen. They were quite good at ducking shake downs from male grunts. All Etoile had to do was put on a dress and a smile then present herself. The Noble would bite, take her someplace to be alone, and then she would rough him up a bit until he gave up the money. At this point in her life Etoile’s morals were disappearing slowly, and she had almost completely forgotten about her beggar parents. She was moving up in the world.
Now 25, Etoile was still working for the crime group, doing odd jobs here and there. This is the time in her life when she picked up smoking cigars, something introduced to her by her boss, who now was more of a father to her than her real one. This is also when she met her first love, a young man of noble birth named, Frederic Harkens. She had met him while at the docks overseeing a shipment of goods her boss wanted. It was unlike the brash woman to be smitten so easily, but the young man was adorable.
A few weeks passed and Etoile was certain that Frederic was going to propose to her. She was actually excited about the idea of being married, though the thought of wearing a wedding dress with her muscled arms made her cringe. Told to meet Frederic in a certain place at night, the gleeful blond went to a factory that she was told of by Frederic. Upon entering the factory she noticed Frederic standing in the middle of the textile factory. She didn’t quite understand why he wanted to meet her here, but she didn’t question him for fear of upsetting him. Instead she allowed him to lead her around the factory, until they came to the steam engine room that ran the ropes and belts in the factory.
Before Etoile could even begin to fathom why she was led to that part of the factory her love began to swing his fists at her, landing a few blows before she could defend herself properly. When she was finally able to push him back Etoile questioned her lover, extremely confused at why he had struck her. Frederic revealed that he was not only someone she had beaten in a fight years ago, damaging his pride.
Enraged by the man’s trickery and her own stupidity, Etoile fought the man she thought loved her. The two exchanged blows, Etoile pummeled the pathetic man easily. At some point in the fight Etoile had knocked Frederic into some of the levers that ran the engine, starting it up.
Frederic, now beaten near the point of his face being unrecognizable seemingly surrendered to Etoile. The blond woman spat at him before walking away, but knew the petty man had something up his sleeve. She turned back to find a pistol pointed in her direction. Thanks to her quick reflexes she was able to dodge the first shot, but fell into an open hatch in the floor that led to some pipes and valves from the steam engine. Before being able to climb out Frederic rushed to the hatch and shot a bullet down into the narrow space. It missed Etoile, but it ricocheted along the pipes and valves, puncturing a pipe and releasing a large amount of steam that instantly filled the narrow hole.
Frederic fled the scene, believing Etoile to be dead. Thankfully the boilers did not contain much water, so the steam produced only lasted a few seconds, but that was enough to do significant damage to Etoile’s body. She crawled out of the hatch, her body covered in red marks that would eventually turn to blisters and boils. Pieces of her clothes had fused to her skin. With what little energy she had, she limped and crawled until someone on the street found her and took her to get some help.
The woman had passed out before someone had found her, but she awoke in a bed in an unfamiliar place. She was greeted by an old man who claimed to be the doctor that treated her. Relieved to be in the care of someone who could tend to her, the tall woman stayed in the bed. It was then she was informed by the doctor of what he had done to her.
Etoile had been unconscious for three days, and in that time the doctor had undressed her and removed each piece of skin that was marked red, blistered, or boiled from the steam. The result was not good. The steam burns were far too deep, and the exposed flesh that had been underneath the damaged skin was now dry and damaged after the doctor’s attempts at healing it through heat and other various methods.
Frantically, Etoile got to a mirror in the doctor’s residence and flew into a rage when she saw her damaged face, not to mention the rest of her body. It was then she realized that she had only assumed that this man was a doctor, and upon beating him and questioning she found he was no doctor at all, just some man that claimed to be. Etoile’s first kill out of revenge took place in that man’s home, and afterwards she burned it to the ground.
Etoile returned to her crime group, her comrades all appalled at what had happened to her face. Unable to take their glances of disgust she left the group, but not before taking what few members would join her. Etoile had been planning to leave the group for sometime, and gruesome appearance just gave her the extra push she needed. She had learned enough to strike out on her own, but there was not enough room in London for two major crime groups. Etoile took the initiative and commenced a hostile take over of her old boss’ group. Though she didn’t enjoy it, she killed her old mentor, affirming her position at the top of the group.
Now Etoile runs a local establishment, a bar called “The Last Drink”. It is a seemingly legit business, but is actually a front for her small criminal organization now called, black Star. She takes contracts from whoever pays and either conducts the job herself or lets her underlings handle it. As of late however the many of the jobs she has taken on have been to kill certain people, lots of them. Killing people for money hasn’t bothered her since she became the boss, but lately the contracts to kill have been coming in succession. Though she doesn’t think much of it, there might be more to the deaths than she’s seeing.