Here come my two characters! (Chances are that I may tweak their backgrounds later as the RP proceeds.)
Lorelei Hale
Lorelei can be summed up into three words: narcissistic, hedonist, sex-maniac. If something bring pleasure to her, she does it. If something doesn’t, she doesn’t do it. If it brings or doesn’t bring pleasure to another person, whether she does it or not depends on whether or not it brings pleasure to her, too. While she keeps cultivating the words "love" and "heart" in her speech, she doesn’t actually know the true meaning of love: to her it equals lust or needing someone’s offerings. She either wants a person or not. She either wants to use a person or not. She lies, makes empty promises, bargains, throws tantrums, all to get what she wants. And nothing bad is ever her fault.
Lorelei’s background isn’t entirely clear, but what is clear is that she desires the Neathy pleasures that the world can offer and eagerly wants to hoard them. What she claims as her background on the surface is this:
When Lorelei was a young girl on the brink of her womanhood, she was employed as a maid to a wealthy household. She lived all alone in the city, friendless, without family since her father had died when she had been young and mother had been an aggressive alcoholic. She had to gain living for herself. She, a poor creature.
The household she served in was in a marital crisis. A couple arranged together to enforce the status of the richer family and monetary situation of the nobler one, they did not feel affection. The wife was such a prude, Lorelei fondly explains, more interested in keeping of spotless hypocritical status as a fine lady and a goodmaker and holier than thou than devoting herself for the immense bodily hunger of her husband. So this naturally caused a tragic imbalance, and the husband had to seek love somewhere else.
He found food for his heart in the form of a budding young woman, melancholy in her eyes, unaware of her own rosy charm and innocent to the earthly pleasures. And so, so easy to lure. The man was smart enough to start it innocently. He first chatted with her and listened her tragic childhood. He offered gentle strokes to shoulder, firm holding hands, warm embraces… warm embraces that quickly started to heat up. He started to offer her different tasks for extra payment. A penny if she opened her blouse. Ten if she dropped her maid uniform on the floor and sat on his lap, and five more if he could caress her. Also, he could teach her such things that would make her forget her yelling mother forever – such heavy-handed pleasures. And besides, if she accepted to learn those pleasures, he could also buy her a necklace that would otherwise be available only to princesses, and take her to see an opera as if she was a count’s daughter. He set up a profitable game, and she wanted to play it. A pure flower had been tainted, with pleasure.
She became his dearest, most loved toy, dolled up with anything she wanted to ask in exchange of fulfilling her master’s fancies, some pleasing and some straight queer. But pressure surrounded them, a shadow loomed over the bed sheets. Their affair was a secret, and her master went to great lengths to hide the secret, even as far as removing her from the position of a maid and hiding her into a side chamber of his bedroom. To a young girl, it was a thrilling game… thrilling game with lavish prices… and the game that was often enjoyable to play. Even though her master had started to become dull…
But then it happened… a misunderstanding. Her master’s wed wife understood the situation so wrong and wanted to end it. And that was how Lorelei ended up to the prison. Unjustly. It was all his wife’s fault he had to break the innocence of a frail girl! Why wasn’t the wife in the jail? Thankfully, Lorelei managed to leave the rags and end up to Fallen London.
Nowadays, after her escape, Lorelei is seeking her former glory. It had not been easy, though, and she actually needs to work in order to have her wine and honey. She has looked for a satisfying relationship, but her attempts for now had turned out fruitless. In her ideal case, she would be a lover of a wealthy man and cherished for her capability to satisfy bodily needs, living in blatant luxury while offering only what pleased her anyway. For women like her, there could of course had been alternative career routes, but for now she has decided to concentrate on deeply bohemian literature. Prostitutes were prostitutes and treated as such, but if only her fame as an Author of Love Hunger would reach the ears of handsome stag with sizeable fortune, her way to bliss would open…
She thinks so. Genuinely.
Herlinda Smith
If someone described Herlinda as an item, she would be a sewing needle. Homely-looking, has a frequent use for improving things, but stinging and hurtful when handled carelessly.
Herlinda has gruff, bitter appearance, but also a good heart and iron-strong morals. She can’t bring herself for bringing malice to other people (unless she assumes it’s for the greater good or if someone SERIOUSLY makes her mad). On the other hand, she has little tolerance to cruelty from other people. While she can be persuasive in her own way, she doesn’t have really impressive people skills, and making friends is difficult to her. She has a feeling that the world is slowly drifting into darkness as people start to pursue their own interest while stomping the less fortunate under their shoes – and she wants to stop it.
Herlinda learned her trade and attention-paying skills from her detective aunt, who was also her adoptive mother. While her aunt didn’t make much money by her profession, she was willing to find evidence for those who could not hire slick-tongued lawyers. She didn’t do it for getting rich, but for helping to balance out the justice gap between the rich and the poor. Herlinda assisted her sharp aunt in her investigations and paper work.
However, not everyone approved Aunt Smith’s ambitions. One time, she crossed the border and had to face the consequences. It was an incident related to forged law documents, and Aunt Smith’s efforts led to disfavor of a certain society lady who could have benefitted from a choice of carefully changed words. This very lady could not allow that nosy detective to interfere her any longer.
Bang. Herlinda barely has memories of that time. But this had included her Aunt being shot between her eyes, the murder weapon ending up to Herlinda’s own hands, and her being dragged to a prison. Only very recently Herlinda had managed to make her way out… to Fallen London. Her Aunt and her fame gone, Herlinda had no way to seek her previous live. Instead, she carries her Aunt’s legacy… the will to straighten the wicked in this world. Hard-faced, bitter, Herlinda fights her way to support what she sees as just and right.