The Information.

Helen R. Demeter.

Age: 24.

Gender: Female.

Appearance:

Height: Tall — at around 6″2.

Weight: Light — slender but has enough curves on her to intrigue anyone.

Eyes: Sapphire blue.

Hair: Dark brown, long and curly when down. Usually kept in buns through an assortment of combs, pins and flowers.

Face/Complexion: Has an oval face with elegant, noticeable facial features that some could consider ‘long’. She has full, red lips that have no need for cosmetics and naturally rosy cheeks. Due to her upbringing in the Surface, her skin is tanned a lovely, healthy golden color though it is starting to fade away as of late.

Build: Slender and delicate looking, she is much stronger than she looks and has defined muscles hidden under her dresses. Of course, only a select few gets to see the muscles.

Defining Marks: A long and neat horizontal scar across her breasts and some rope marks on her ankles and wrists. She rather not explains how she got them, though a surprisingly pleased smile comes to her face and an indecent color rises to her cheeks.

Dress Style: Rich, vibrant colors that match the luxurious quality of her dresses. They are often in the hues of blue or green. Due to her lifestyle, she has limited dresses but improvises by changing them just a little so they look new whenever she comes out. The cutting, of course, bares more flesh and shows off her body than the Ministry of Public Decency would like but to hell with them. She loves to dress in her best and does her best to makes sure of that.

Possessions always on her person: A pack of tarot cards, an item she bought from a Surface visitor some time ago. A cutglass knife, a gift from Rupert, is kept with her person as well to defend herself if needed. A miniature tea set she keeps in a small purse bag so she can have her tea.

Manner of Speech: Throaty and luxurious, almost purrs out her words when she is trying to be flirty with you. There is always a teasing sly to her words, as if she is either a lover or a friend you’ve known for a long time. Even if it is your first time meeting her. Becomes passionate and heated when she wants to be but most of the time she is casual, relaxed and cool.

Manner of Movement: Very sensual and tempting. She walks with a roll of her hips and a shrug of her shoulders as if she is daring someone to approach her and take her there. Her steps are percise and silent, careful.

Physical Health: Well enough. Sleeps late in the evening due the parties she attends but, over all, alright.

IQ: Incisive.

Extrovert/Introvert: Extrovert.

Mental Health: A bit shaky thanks to her current romantic liaison with a once dashing smuggler but fine as well.

Goals/Dreams: Simply to enjoy the life of Neath to the fullest with her newfound friends. Regaining her memory of her days on the Surface. Finding out who ‘Williams Wright’, someone possibly from the Surface, is to her. To steal the most valuable of the Neath for herself.

Quirks/Habits: Using her tarot cards when consulting herself. Drinking tea at all times of the day, to the point she carried a miniature tea set with her person to make sure she has her tea. Flirting with anyone she can if she finds them good looking enough and she hasn’t met them in a place for work.

Hobbies/Interests: Fun activities, flings and romance. Reading and writing when she is alone and enjoying the company of her friends if she and they have the time. She enjoys stories, chocolates from the Surface and attention from admirers.

Talents: Seducing others and stringing them alone. She is also an able speaker and negotiator if the situation calls for it. A talented and scandalous writer, as the reactions of her Penny Dreadfuls on Jack-of-Smiles and essays on the pleasure of women and women and men and men indicate.

Vices: Handsome people who are more devious than her. Helping her friends when they are in trouble and doing whatever she can to help them. Intrigue in any situation.

First Impression: A scheming yet tempting woman of dubious virtue. Most people will attempt to look for scarlet stockings on her person, much to her annoyance.

Philosophy of Life: Enjoy, indulge and love!

Occupation: Freelances around the Bazaar, doing one job to another. Naturally has been propositioned many times by others and has been offered a job to be a walker but has turns it down.

Education: Surprisingly well. She can write both flourish and print, read and do complex math equations, which helps in keeping her finances under control, and has good manners. Helen often speculates she must be of a well-off family to be this educated.

Home: Some rooms above a bookshop, which includes a study and a rather small bathroom. The owner has taken a habit of crying on her shoulder whenever he sees her but the costumers and books there make it worth it. Her rooms are camped but cosy enough for her but don’t expect her to bring her ‘friends’ to her place anytime soon.

Finance: Well enough if she keeps to her budget. Sometimes she doesn’t have a lot of money due to buying something expensive but gets through the day fine. Lizzie often aids by giving things she had stolen to her so that it could be sold off at the Bazaar.

Marital Status: Single, though her hazy but fond memories of a ‘Williams Wright’ stops her from being so sure about this.

Sexual Preference: Long as the person is charming,  they are welcome in attempting to enter her bed… err… her arms.

Turn-ons: Creativity and intelligence. Witty and bawdy humor when having an eventful conversation with someone she enjoys. Teasing glances and playful flirting with someone she trusts.

Turn-offs: People attempting to confine her or have her to themselves. Persistent people who will not take ‘No’ for an answer when she turns them down.

Favorite:

Animal: Only Dennis, the pet Sorrow-Spider Lizzie keeps.

Color: Green.

Drink: Tea.

Food: Surface chocolate.

Scent: Smell of Surface rain and real roses mixed together.

Thing to Do: Attending parties and enjoying herself.

Least Favorite:

Animal: Sorrow-Spiders who certainly are not Dennis and, thus, are more likely going to steal her eyes from her.

Color: Dark and drabby ones.

Drink: Anything stronger than wine.

Food: Anything that makes her unaccountably peckish.

Scent: Blood.

Thing to do: Having to explain to people she has first met that she is not one of Mr. Veils’ girls.

Floorplans of her current Lodgings:

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Thanks to LS_Cassius for the format.