Post by spiderbear on Jan 13, 2011 15:47:11 GMT -8
Name: Grizabella Marquardt-Hollister
Aliases: Griz, Grizabelle, Jezebel, The Glamour Cat, The Mistress of the Night, St. Etienne, The Silk Spinner...the list goes on when one’s lived so many lives in one.
Age: A true lady never discloses her age. (How old do you think I am, darling?)
Build: Once curvaceous and perfectly proportioned, although through hardship and age, she’s sunken into a slightly move hunched, waif-like queen not unlike those popularised in her time. In light of recent events however, she is plagued by the horrors of age, and is not always in particularly good health considering the frailty her hard-lived lifestyle has often imposed upon her.
Origin: There are a few stories floating around, from the docks to the Uptown penthouses, it’s just a matter of choosing which one you want to believe.
Occupation:Curiosity killed the cat darlings – she would have once said ‘Anything you want me to be’, but since she’s found it is preferred to stay legal, she is a charitable provider of housing to the less fortunate. ((Read: Your not-so-friendly, dockside neighbourhood Madame, working mostly out of her slightly illegitimate 'Red Ribbon' Burlesque house))
Eyes: A watery blue; the faint beginnings of cataracts line the edges of her iris, but once they had been as bright and as effervescent as Munkustrap’s, her middle son’s.
Hair: Greying and fraying unfortunately; there is substantial effort made to have it retain all the once-fashionable kinks and curls in her aged scalp. Once again, her line of work doesn’t particularly allow for the luxury of a bluer-rinse, and to best describe her locks in their younger years, one only need look at the rich colouring of her youngest son, The Rum Tum Tugger, to get some hazy idea of the lush mane of headfur she once sported.
Scars: Too many to remember, their origins mostly suppressed into a state of forget, though her somewhat tired skin helps to hide the majority of them, the lines and crinkling of her skin folding in on them, blending enough that once hardly noticed lest you were looking.
Fur/Markings: A mottled, faded grey tabby pattern, though most of the black regality in her colouring has faded over time, her black undercoat creating a rippling effect of dusty-grey on dark charcoal. Her paws remain fairly black, as do her ears and the base of her tail, though her tabby markings could almost be said as worn off from some years neglect and the grime of city streets.
Attire: Grizabella may be many things, but above all she is proud. She still manages to retain some element of her formerly glamourous life in her sense of dress. She’s much a fan of anything in the spectrum of red and darker, earthier tones considering her age, and above all black. Whether her choice in textures such as feathers, beads and velveteen have to do with her occupation or style, one can never be sure of anything but that she will be wearing her tired old frocks till she’s buried in the cold, hard ground.
Accessories: A great deal, though depending on occasion. A myriad of hats, coats, scarfs, once-designer bags, collection piece fascinators and headbands, or any sort of adornment, she’s usually found in. She’s particularly fond of anything with feathers, or simply unusual. In her age, she is as fearless with her dress as she is with her philosophy.
WOC: As you would expect, a garter-held pistol is customary, though I don’t suggest you go looking for it.
Appearance: She has aged terribly over the years, the downside of hard partying and living too much, too young. Her once glamorous appeal has faded some, if not then at least her spirit for frivolity and beauty, and thus left a shell of a woman past middle-age, who’s expression seems to be haunted by the mistakes of her past. Though, as said before, she was once beautiful, she has aged unkindly in the face of time, only personified by her need to dress in a pantomime of riches.
Personality: Grizabella cannot be defined simply in one state of mind, as her character has been shaped largely by her bleak and mysterious life. A contradiction unto herself, it largely depends on who you are to her. It is often whispered she suffers from some sort of mood disorder, her thoughts sometimes erratic and lost in memory more so then present. That being said, she’s a woman you wouldn’t cross dare you choose it; she’s manipulative, self-centered, cold and often uncaring. There are flashes of motherly, perhaps grandmotherly affection, particularly when dealing with her much loved “girls”, (and is ferociously protective of few) but other than that you’re lucky to ghost simply more than a tired older queen then anything else.
Special skills: Most reside in her former life, though she was once a star at mostly everything she attempted, not entirely beyond reason considering she’s managed 9 lives into one. Grizabella was, once upon an era, the perfect triple threat; singer, dancer, actor. She’s dabbled in the very roots of Eastern pleasure trades, as well as in the more modern houses of Burlesque, though it was easily her charm and carefully quick, calculating intuition which offered her favour. Grizabella is also an impeccable seamstress, a trade she picked up in much later in life.
Weaknesses: Mirrors. One cannot look to oneself if all they are confronted with the results of every weight and burden. Regret, which colours most of her recent years, is what washes her in her own particular brand of melancholy.
Fears: Aging, and time escaping her claws any faster then it already has. That, and that alone, has spawned the seeds of discontent and regret; she was bred to be immortal, and in being frozen in time she has been
Likes: There is little one can say Grizabella even takes pleasure in anymore; like is for the past (which you could arguably she say, she likes to live and dwell in).
Dislikes: Mostly everything in such a bleak and heavy hearted world.
History: Darlings, history is made and seen, not told. When dealing with Grizabella, the air of mystique is thick and foggy, and if you can manage to stumble into her past you’re lucky to grip with anything not covered in heavily in secret or misty apprehension. Everything about her is an enigma, even to those who once loved her. That being said, it is widely thought she's been married multiple times, however what is known is that she was once married to Deuteronomy (however brief and turbulent one could label a 'marriage' between two cats) producing three sons; Macavity, Munkustrap and The Rum Tum Tugger, and quickly abandoned them around the turn of the century.
Love Interest: She does not love herself, Grizabella is loved (Or, at least, she was) She’s had a few lovers of interest in her past life, but as time has passed and her star has dimmed, there has been no one of interest for over a decade. Cest la vie, as they say, in such business as love.
((Read: She’s had three children from a failed marriage, but they seem to be the only concrete evidence of a ‘long term’ attachment attributed to her.))
Quotes: None thus far important.
Theme Song: “Memory” (Cookies for where I got this idea.)
“Minnie the Moocher” – Cab Calloway.
“Grounds for Divorce” – Elbow (A modern song, I know, but the bleak undertone and thematic subject matter suit her well)
Character Colour Code:
Grizabella Marquardt-Hollister
Code:
Aliases: Griz, Grizabelle, Jezebel, The Glamour Cat, The Mistress of the Night, St. Etienne, The Silk Spinner...the list goes on when one’s lived so many lives in one.
Age: A true lady never discloses her age. (How old do you think I am, darling?)
Build: Once curvaceous and perfectly proportioned, although through hardship and age, she’s sunken into a slightly move hunched, waif-like queen not unlike those popularised in her time. In light of recent events however, she is plagued by the horrors of age, and is not always in particularly good health considering the frailty her hard-lived lifestyle has often imposed upon her.
Origin: There are a few stories floating around, from the docks to the Uptown penthouses, it’s just a matter of choosing which one you want to believe.
Occupation:Curiosity killed the cat darlings – she would have once said ‘Anything you want me to be’, but since she’s found it is preferred to stay legal, she is a charitable provider of housing to the less fortunate. ((Read: Your not-so-friendly, dockside neighbourhood Madame, working mostly out of her slightly illegitimate 'Red Ribbon' Burlesque house))
Eyes: A watery blue; the faint beginnings of cataracts line the edges of her iris, but once they had been as bright and as effervescent as Munkustrap’s, her middle son’s.
Hair: Greying and fraying unfortunately; there is substantial effort made to have it retain all the once-fashionable kinks and curls in her aged scalp. Once again, her line of work doesn’t particularly allow for the luxury of a bluer-rinse, and to best describe her locks in their younger years, one only need look at the rich colouring of her youngest son, The Rum Tum Tugger, to get some hazy idea of the lush mane of headfur she once sported.
Scars: Too many to remember, their origins mostly suppressed into a state of forget, though her somewhat tired skin helps to hide the majority of them, the lines and crinkling of her skin folding in on them, blending enough that once hardly noticed lest you were looking.
Fur/Markings: A mottled, faded grey tabby pattern, though most of the black regality in her colouring has faded over time, her black undercoat creating a rippling effect of dusty-grey on dark charcoal. Her paws remain fairly black, as do her ears and the base of her tail, though her tabby markings could almost be said as worn off from some years neglect and the grime of city streets.
Attire: Grizabella may be many things, but above all she is proud. She still manages to retain some element of her formerly glamourous life in her sense of dress. She’s much a fan of anything in the spectrum of red and darker, earthier tones considering her age, and above all black. Whether her choice in textures such as feathers, beads and velveteen have to do with her occupation or style, one can never be sure of anything but that she will be wearing her tired old frocks till she’s buried in the cold, hard ground.
Accessories: A great deal, though depending on occasion. A myriad of hats, coats, scarfs, once-designer bags, collection piece fascinators and headbands, or any sort of adornment, she’s usually found in. She’s particularly fond of anything with feathers, or simply unusual. In her age, she is as fearless with her dress as she is with her philosophy.
WOC: As you would expect, a garter-held pistol is customary, though I don’t suggest you go looking for it.
Appearance: She has aged terribly over the years, the downside of hard partying and living too much, too young. Her once glamorous appeal has faded some, if not then at least her spirit for frivolity and beauty, and thus left a shell of a woman past middle-age, who’s expression seems to be haunted by the mistakes of her past. Though, as said before, she was once beautiful, she has aged unkindly in the face of time, only personified by her need to dress in a pantomime of riches.
Personality: Grizabella cannot be defined simply in one state of mind, as her character has been shaped largely by her bleak and mysterious life. A contradiction unto herself, it largely depends on who you are to her. It is often whispered she suffers from some sort of mood disorder, her thoughts sometimes erratic and lost in memory more so then present. That being said, she’s a woman you wouldn’t cross dare you choose it; she’s manipulative, self-centered, cold and often uncaring. There are flashes of motherly, perhaps grandmotherly affection, particularly when dealing with her much loved “girls”, (and is ferociously protective of few) but other than that you’re lucky to ghost simply more than a tired older queen then anything else.
Special skills: Most reside in her former life, though she was once a star at mostly everything she attempted, not entirely beyond reason considering she’s managed 9 lives into one. Grizabella was, once upon an era, the perfect triple threat; singer, dancer, actor. She’s dabbled in the very roots of Eastern pleasure trades, as well as in the more modern houses of Burlesque, though it was easily her charm and carefully quick, calculating intuition which offered her favour. Grizabella is also an impeccable seamstress, a trade she picked up in much later in life.
Weaknesses: Mirrors. One cannot look to oneself if all they are confronted with the results of every weight and burden. Regret, which colours most of her recent years, is what washes her in her own particular brand of melancholy.
Fears: Aging, and time escaping her claws any faster then it already has. That, and that alone, has spawned the seeds of discontent and regret; she was bred to be immortal, and in being frozen in time she has been
Likes: There is little one can say Grizabella even takes pleasure in anymore; like is for the past (which you could arguably she say, she likes to live and dwell in).
Dislikes: Mostly everything in such a bleak and heavy hearted world.
History: Darlings, history is made and seen, not told. When dealing with Grizabella, the air of mystique is thick and foggy, and if you can manage to stumble into her past you’re lucky to grip with anything not covered in heavily in secret or misty apprehension. Everything about her is an enigma, even to those who once loved her. That being said, it is widely thought she's been married multiple times, however what is known is that she was once married to Deuteronomy (however brief and turbulent one could label a 'marriage' between two cats) producing three sons; Macavity, Munkustrap and The Rum Tum Tugger, and quickly abandoned them around the turn of the century.
Love Interest: She does not love herself, Grizabella is loved (Or, at least, she was) She’s had a few lovers of interest in her past life, but as time has passed and her star has dimmed, there has been no one of interest for over a decade. Cest la vie, as they say, in such business as love.
((Read: She’s had three children from a failed marriage, but they seem to be the only concrete evidence of a ‘long term’ attachment attributed to her.))
Quotes: None thus far important.
Theme Song: “Memory” (Cookies for where I got this idea.)
“Minnie the Moocher” – Cab Calloway.
“Grounds for Divorce” – Elbow (A modern song, I know, but the bleak undertone and thematic subject matter suit her well)
Character Colour Code:
Grizabella Marquardt-Hollister
Code:
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