"you're a weapon —
and weapons don't weep."
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*In Summary
The cries of a newborn babe would fill the halls of a brothel emptied for the night, a just-crowned mother equal parts relieved and ashamed. She ended up pregnant to one of Denocte's noblemen after many frequent nights together, risking both his status in the city ranks and her position in her establishment. To hide the truth of what was done, the infant child would be sent under the care of the brothel owner—a wily woman who cared only for the success of her business and all the riches it could bring.
Manon would grow under the deceitful eye of the woman, someone who used the girl's mother as a bargaining chip to commit her dirty deeds. She was taught how to lie, cheat, and steal from those unsuspecting of the Night Court's marketplace—slinking around the dark corners to pickpocket, sweet-talking the desperate boys into giving up their secrets. Should the spotted daughter do as she was told she was allowed time with her mother; foolishly, it was all she ever wanted, and the praise rained upon her for her successes in obtaining goods had her blooming in the attention. She craved it, sought nothing but the approval from a caretaker that gave her everything she could have wanted.
It wouldn't be until some years later that she realized the truth behind the doting: she was being used for purposes immoral, a small pawn in a bigger game, but it was too late to fix the wrongs. The desperation, the anger she felt toward the treachery, twisted a once naive heart into an instrument of rage. And when she left the confines—the fabrication—of the brothel, she set her technicolor eyes on one target: a shameful father who denounced her even before birth.
Manon would take her skills and excel in the art of trickery, in blackmail, garnering all information she could about the location of her father. So corrupted she would become, fueled by an irreparable hatred, that she would fall into the hands of being a mercenary and assassin to get what she wanted. She lavished over the material things, the recognition and admiration of the name she made for herself, and turned into the very kind she despised most.
*The Brothel
(Write-up in progress)
"she wears strength & darkness equally well,
the girl has always been half goddess,
half hell."
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*Outfit
*Small accessory
Silver chained necklace with a single twig ornament.
Twisted twig crown with one shimmering blue crystal hanging on each end.
Enchantment: When activated, the wearer’s appearance becomes an unrecognizable blur and their identity is unknown.
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"death calls to all
but some call to it first."
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Original character by
spacedReference image by
lunarbluesTable background from unsplash
Staff Log
Saved incentives/prizes: None.
04/10/19 Character application accepted; +20 signos for visual reference; Enchantment awarded and added to the Records (incentivized rank incentive). -SID
04/24/19 +1EXP for interacting with the RE "each one a treasure," TID3397. -SID
11/01/19 +50 signos for visiting on Halloween. -AIMLESS
04/17/22 Moved to inactive from Vagabond Peddler during EOY507 AC. -INKBONE