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❧ OOC Information: All information is considered Out-Of-Character until you learn it through In-Character means. ☙
Description
Heloise stands a fingerbreadth past a full six feet in height, statuesque frame well suited to pleasantly rich curves beneath skin pale beyond fair. Full and firmly shaped lips are dusky rose with fainter sweeps of color over the heights of sculpted cheekbones. These last gently tilt her eyes upwards at the outer edges, irises so dark as to blend with the pupils.
Hair like black glass coils in heavy clusters well past the small of her back, kept in check by a few ornate mother-of-pearl pins at the delicate temples and wide brow. Around the long stem of neck circles a white tattoo, a choker from which ink threads dribble down over flesh like lines of powder across paper. The woman's voice is a pure mezzo-contralto, velvety smooth.
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To those who can perceive it, her curves become decadently rich beneath skin leeched to paper white. Poison red lips, brazen cheekbones, eyes tilted sharply upwards at the outer edges, sullen foxfire smolders around oversized pupils. Hair of slickly-dewed gossamer, bunches of dark grapes greyed by noble rot shimmering at the delicate temples and wide brow. The tattoo is not a tattoo but a pale scar. Her voice echoes faintly as if from some vast depth.
History
What's known in public is a rather tragic history. Heloise lost her whole family - both parents, her brother, grandmother and great-aunt - in a tragic car accident in the beginning of 2022, with her the sole survivor. The Vércse family had been among the big movers and shakers of the city in the 50s through to the 70s, courtesy of their booming coffee business Kovacs Coffee. But this was lost due to a series of fatal mismanagement errors, and gradually their fortune faded down to just a single coffee house and bookstore. This the young lady has inherited, but it's been closed since the accident.
RP Hooks
 Dreams built of wood and paper: An antiquarian bookseller.
The "Good" Kind of Stalker: Enjoys people watching.
Mmmm, Yes: Smells absolutely amazing.
Black as night, sweet as sin: Owns a bookstore & coffee house.
Contacts
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Logs
Voiced By Eva Bartok
Eva Bartok ~ Blind Justice (1961) "Nightingale"
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Vital Stats
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| Full Name:
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Heloise Morille Vércse
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| Appears As:
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Heloise
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| Birth Date:
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October 28th, 2001
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| Apparent Age:
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Twenties
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| Occupation:
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Antiquarian Bookseller
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| Needle:
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Chess Master
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| Thread:
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Honor
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| Sphere:
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Changeling
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| Court:
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Winter
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| Seeming:
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Fairest
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| Kith:
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Flowering
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| Entitlement:
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None yet.
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| Motley:
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None yet.
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| Keeper:
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The Swarmkeeper
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Notable Stats
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| Striking Looks - Alluring
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🔴🔴
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| Investigation: Cryptography Specialization
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Soundtrack
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This Mortal Coil ~ Song To The Siren
- Hear me sing, "Swim to me
- Swim to me; let me enfold you
- Here I am, here I am
- Waiting to hold you"
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ~ Song Of Joy
- The wind round here gets wicked cold
- But my story is nearly told
- I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
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Julie Byrne ~ Follow My Voice
- I've been called heartbreaker
- For doing justice to my own
- I, too, been a fault-finder
- But that life is broke
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The Real Tuesday Weld ~ Let It Come Down
- Come die with me and feed my love
- And we will all love's pleasures prove
- Through hills and valleys, dale and fields
- Our darkness and desire revealed
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Theatres Des Vampires ~ Carmilla
- She comes to bring the sorrow
- She is like a cold embrace
- She murmurs words of madness
- She comes to bring the death
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Nick Drake ~ Cello Song
- You would seem so frail in the cold of the night
- When the armies of emotion go out to fight
- But while the Earth sinks to its grave
- You sail to the sky on the crest of a wave
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Dead Can Dance ~ How Fortunate the Man with None
- You heard of honest Socrates
- The man who never lied
- They weren't so grateful as you'd think
- Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
- And handed him the poisoned drink
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Sisters of Mercy ~ More
- Do you get scared to feel so much?
- To let somebody touch you?
- So hot, so cold, so far so out of control
- Hard to come by, and harder to hold
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Fleet Foxes ~ White Winter Hymnal
- I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
- With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
- To keep their little heads from fallin' in the snow
- And I turned 'round and there you go
- And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow
- Red as strawberries in the summertime
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Laura Marling ~ Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)
- But a friend of mine says it good to hear
- That you believe in love even if said in fear
- Well I'll hold you there brother and set you straight
- I only believe true love is frail and willing to break
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Sisters of Mercy ~ Driven Like The Snow
- Still night, nothing for miles
- White curtain come down
- Kill the lights in the middle of the road
- And take a look, take a look around.....
- It don't help to be one of the chosen
- One of the few, to be sure
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