I, Penelope Vespers, am known far and wide for my deviant behavior and I make no apologies for my Hedonism. I proudly and eagerly sip honey and engage in torrid affairs with artists, nobles, revolutionaries, scientists, men, women, and stranger things still! The 'Neath is not about laws and propriety, it is about the absence of those things! Though, don’t think this makes me a bad person - quite to the contrary I am down right Magnanimous when it comes to sharing passion and the delights of 'Neath. Why, if you like I’d be glad to share a dream with you, my friend.
As a poet, and one who particularly enjoys massaging truths and secrets in to my lines of verse I have to be rather Subtle and yet Daring at the same time. They seem rather opposing qualities but think of it like this, it takes subtlety to do it and daring to be willing to do it, mhmhmmhmhm… My poetry has already had me visit the Tomb Colonies once over the scandal (I came home entirely unrepentant!).
Of course the life of the artist and the pursuit of beauty is a life that by its very nature must end in disappointment. It is so very difficult to chase something so ephemeral. It’s not surprise that I bear more than a touch of Melancholy. However, to me this sadness is something to be cultivating, there is beauty in it as there is beauty in the darkness of the 'Neath.
About the only thing you couldn’t call me is very Heartless or Forceful or Ruthless. I suppose I have a bit of mussed humors as it is terrifically challenging for me to engage in acts of outright cruelty. When I want to visit pain upon another (outside of special circumstance…) it is typically through slowly eroding their self-esteem over months and years til they’re nothing but a shallow shell of their former selves… You know, how high-society folk fight.