Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 13, 2010 17:13:48 GMT -8
Name: Clara Rosenthorn
Aliases: Rosa Newton for undercover. She doesn’t really go for nicknames from other people though.
Age: 27
Build: She stands at about 5’6'' and is rather slender though that's more to being fit than anything.
Origin: Born in Switzerland, she spent most of her childhood moving around Europe. She came to the United States after the end of the Great War, settling into Felidae shortly after arriving.
Occupation: During the day she has the facade of a respectable business queen, but she's one of the few who knows all of Genghis Selkirk's dealings, and not only works for his business but also on the side of his gangs.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Her hair is a peppering of orange and white with some brown in it as well. She wears it in a smooth bob, though it might be a bit longer now than the traditional bob.
Scars: She has a bullet wound, on her left leg, and a knife wound on her stomach. There are lash marks on her back, but they are faded enough they’re easy to miss. Not to mention plenty of emotional scaring.
Fur/Markings: Her fur is a mixture of orange and white. Her bottom face is white, with some darker orange stripes coming away from her eyes and chin, though the rest of her is not as obviously striped. Her back and shoulders and tail are orange with some darker patches in a patter down her back, though her front is whiter.
Attire: She dismisses the entire flapper style in her own mind, though she will often wear the short, arm barring dresses if only blend more into her surroundings. She draws the line at pearls though, refusing point blank to wear them. In public she will conform to the fashions, often with a cigarette as well, but in private or when working, she much prefers to wear slacks and a nice button down shirt, much in the style that Katherine Hepburn would make more acceptable in the 30s. Which is hardly to say that she doesn't dress up well, because she does, though she much prefers the full length skirts than the puny flapper dresses that barely hit one's knees.
Accessories: Beside her revolver, she tends to carry cigarettes and a lighter around with her. Other than that, she wears a ring on her right paw, index finger that if it was one finger over would look like a German engagement ring.
WOC: She prefers the British Lee-Enfield, a type of riffle, though she often cannot get away with carrying it with her at all times. As such, she has a revolver she took off a dead German that she keeps strapped to her leg at all times of the day. It has yet to fail her.
Appearance: Though she does not much like the style of the time, she conforms to it, and is rather short and slender. Her paws are also very dainty, though they look slightly less so when holding her Lee-Enfield. On the sum, she is a very gorgeous queen, and moves with assurance and grace. She tends not to flaunt her looks but is well aware of them.
Personality: Bitter would be putting it somewhat lightly. She’s arrogant and a little haughty. That being said, she is also a good actress and uses that to her advantage in society. She can laugh as brightly as anycat, can be as sweet, or can charm any gentleman like a bird out of a tree. Lately though, she's lost interest in such acting, even in social situations that would call for it. She tends to look at the world as a much colder place than she used to, and is less likely to try and conform to it.
It’s not even that she takes any particular joy in violence, as more of a satisfaction of a job well done. When she knows she can do something, she knows she can do something and would rather use that talent than let it go to waste. She also enjoys the fact that she can use her image against others, such as letting them underestimate her and then take them down completely. There were cats she cared about in her kittenhood, even though she tries now to care less, after seeing a fair number of them murdered in some way or another during the war.
Honestly the war crushed a lot of the cat she used to be. While she might always have been a little cold, and always good with a rifle, things have changed enough many of her former friends probably wouldn't even be able to recognize her. She is far less inclined to let anycat close to her anymore, and has decided the world is a different place now. All the chocolate cream soldiers are dead.
Special skills: She’s a ridiculously good shot. She is also good with languages, and can speak German, English, Russian, and Greek with no problem, as well as some smatterings of Serbian, Arabic (though she couldn't read it to save her life) and some French. If it's a Germanic language she can pick it up very quickly, but others can take her longer, and she's not too thrilled with learning a new alphabet. She can also play the piano.
Weaknesses: She refuses to trust. Anycat. If they were alive she’d no longer trust her parents. Also, she is much physically smaller than a lot of the other cats in the underworld, and though she can usually avoid the situations, a hand to hand fight of any sort would bring her down.
Fears: After what she saw in Europe during the war, she’s not sure there’s anything left to fear. She’s probably completely wrong about that, though she refuses to confront that.
Likes: Large guns, a good drink, plays, Bernard Shaw in particular, and classical music. She's started to finally figure out why people might like jazz music.
Dislikes: Innocents, the ignorant, and the police (They think they know everything, and think they know best, but are more often than not as corrupt and screwed up as everyone else...)
History: Born in Switzerland in 1898, her parents were rich and never liked to stay home. Growing up then she traveled around the world, mostly remaining in Europe but going to India and Arabia as well. She was in Serbia when the war broke out at sixteen, and went to Russia the year after, following the war around the continent. She was recruited as a spy for the British for a while, having no loyalty to the German states to speak of. After 1916 she considered going to Arabia to see the revolt happening there, but got distracted in Italy. In 1917 she was back in Russia, watching the Bolshevik Revolution with interest before returning to other theaters of the war. For the most part she managed to avoid France though, preferring to lurk at the corners of the war.
When the war finally ended, she was sick of Europe, and so moved to the country that was booming, the United States of America. Once there she drifted over to Felidae, and decided the city was as good as any other. Or as bad as the case may be, having found a gang leader willing to hire her on despite her gender. She works for him well enough, and has not been enjoying it so much as competently surviving.
Love Interest: It's not that she's afraid of men, as afraid of anyone making her care again. She went down that road once, and would prefer to never repeat it again, never risk it again. Which is why she's having so much trouble with Jerrie Wheeler. Let alone with her boss.
Quotes: None currently.
Theme Song: “Pretty Thing” by Charlotte Martin, "Where's the Girl" from the Scarlett Pimpernel soundtrack, "Carnival of Rust" by Poets of the Fall
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Color Code: Clara Rosenthorn thistle
Aliases: Rosa Newton for undercover. She doesn’t really go for nicknames from other people though.
Age: 27
Build: She stands at about 5’6'' and is rather slender though that's more to being fit than anything.
Origin: Born in Switzerland, she spent most of her childhood moving around Europe. She came to the United States after the end of the Great War, settling into Felidae shortly after arriving.
Occupation: During the day she has the facade of a respectable business queen, but she's one of the few who knows all of Genghis Selkirk's dealings, and not only works for his business but also on the side of his gangs.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Her hair is a peppering of orange and white with some brown in it as well. She wears it in a smooth bob, though it might be a bit longer now than the traditional bob.
Scars: She has a bullet wound, on her left leg, and a knife wound on her stomach. There are lash marks on her back, but they are faded enough they’re easy to miss. Not to mention plenty of emotional scaring.
Fur/Markings: Her fur is a mixture of orange and white. Her bottom face is white, with some darker orange stripes coming away from her eyes and chin, though the rest of her is not as obviously striped. Her back and shoulders and tail are orange with some darker patches in a patter down her back, though her front is whiter.
Attire: She dismisses the entire flapper style in her own mind, though she will often wear the short, arm barring dresses if only blend more into her surroundings. She draws the line at pearls though, refusing point blank to wear them. In public she will conform to the fashions, often with a cigarette as well, but in private or when working, she much prefers to wear slacks and a nice button down shirt, much in the style that Katherine Hepburn would make more acceptable in the 30s. Which is hardly to say that she doesn't dress up well, because she does, though she much prefers the full length skirts than the puny flapper dresses that barely hit one's knees.
Accessories: Beside her revolver, she tends to carry cigarettes and a lighter around with her. Other than that, she wears a ring on her right paw, index finger that if it was one finger over would look like a German engagement ring.
WOC: She prefers the British Lee-Enfield, a type of riffle, though she often cannot get away with carrying it with her at all times. As such, she has a revolver she took off a dead German that she keeps strapped to her leg at all times of the day. It has yet to fail her.
Appearance: Though she does not much like the style of the time, she conforms to it, and is rather short and slender. Her paws are also very dainty, though they look slightly less so when holding her Lee-Enfield. On the sum, she is a very gorgeous queen, and moves with assurance and grace. She tends not to flaunt her looks but is well aware of them.
Personality: Bitter would be putting it somewhat lightly. She’s arrogant and a little haughty. That being said, she is also a good actress and uses that to her advantage in society. She can laugh as brightly as anycat, can be as sweet, or can charm any gentleman like a bird out of a tree. Lately though, she's lost interest in such acting, even in social situations that would call for it. She tends to look at the world as a much colder place than she used to, and is less likely to try and conform to it.
It’s not even that she takes any particular joy in violence, as more of a satisfaction of a job well done. When she knows she can do something, she knows she can do something and would rather use that talent than let it go to waste. She also enjoys the fact that she can use her image against others, such as letting them underestimate her and then take them down completely. There were cats she cared about in her kittenhood, even though she tries now to care less, after seeing a fair number of them murdered in some way or another during the war.
Honestly the war crushed a lot of the cat she used to be. While she might always have been a little cold, and always good with a rifle, things have changed enough many of her former friends probably wouldn't even be able to recognize her. She is far less inclined to let anycat close to her anymore, and has decided the world is a different place now. All the chocolate cream soldiers are dead.
Special skills: She’s a ridiculously good shot. She is also good with languages, and can speak German, English, Russian, and Greek with no problem, as well as some smatterings of Serbian, Arabic (though she couldn't read it to save her life) and some French. If it's a Germanic language she can pick it up very quickly, but others can take her longer, and she's not too thrilled with learning a new alphabet. She can also play the piano.
Weaknesses: She refuses to trust. Anycat. If they were alive she’d no longer trust her parents. Also, she is much physically smaller than a lot of the other cats in the underworld, and though she can usually avoid the situations, a hand to hand fight of any sort would bring her down.
Fears: After what she saw in Europe during the war, she’s not sure there’s anything left to fear. She’s probably completely wrong about that, though she refuses to confront that.
Likes: Large guns, a good drink, plays, Bernard Shaw in particular, and classical music. She's started to finally figure out why people might like jazz music.
Dislikes: Innocents, the ignorant, and the police (They think they know everything, and think they know best, but are more often than not as corrupt and screwed up as everyone else...)
History: Born in Switzerland in 1898, her parents were rich and never liked to stay home. Growing up then she traveled around the world, mostly remaining in Europe but going to India and Arabia as well. She was in Serbia when the war broke out at sixteen, and went to Russia the year after, following the war around the continent. She was recruited as a spy for the British for a while, having no loyalty to the German states to speak of. After 1916 she considered going to Arabia to see the revolt happening there, but got distracted in Italy. In 1917 she was back in Russia, watching the Bolshevik Revolution with interest before returning to other theaters of the war. For the most part she managed to avoid France though, preferring to lurk at the corners of the war.
When the war finally ended, she was sick of Europe, and so moved to the country that was booming, the United States of America. Once there she drifted over to Felidae, and decided the city was as good as any other. Or as bad as the case may be, having found a gang leader willing to hire her on despite her gender. She works for him well enough, and has not been enjoying it so much as competently surviving.
Love Interest: It's not that she's afraid of men, as afraid of anyone making her care again. She went down that road once, and would prefer to never repeat it again, never risk it again. Which is why she's having so much trouble with Jerrie Wheeler. Let alone with her boss.
Quotes: None currently.
Theme Song: “Pretty Thing” by Charlotte Martin, "Where's the Girl" from the Scarlett Pimpernel soundtrack, "Carnival of Rust" by Poets of the Fall
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Color Code: Clara Rosenthorn thistle
