Marigold
An inherent soft sensuality lends itself to the very being of Marigold, from that tumble of silky long dark brown hair to the mirthful cast of equally dark eyes blessed with a thick fringe of lashes. She stands tall, nearing six-foot in height, slim in figure with long, nimble limbs that convey innate grace. Her long dark hair tumbles down to reach just past her shoulder blades, naturally wavy over actual curly ringlets. She keeps her makeup to earth tones and neutrals that help to offset an unnatural pallor to otherwise olive skin. Her attire swings in a variety of ways from day to day. Some days it is cozy, colorful peasant blouses and skirts to match, and others, its daisy dukes and clinging tank tops. Fearless is the best way to describe her fashion sense and her. As for jewelry, there's one piece she is never seen without--a shell casing etched with intricate marigolds, the body of the casing silver, while the marigolds themselves a rich gold that causes them to pop out against the silver, hanging securely from a thick silver chain.
Born to a family of middling wealth, Marigold was raised well and right and brought early into the family trade as a budding florist. She married who she believed to be her 'true love' at only 19 but was swept up into a gilded cage of misery and loneliness instead.
Determined to find something real, she slipped from her cage and into a world unfamiliar and exciting. It was there amongst the play of shadows and empty promises she met her future sire. He said it was love at first sight, but she was too blind by hope and feeling to know any better. She wanted it to be that fairy tale thing her marriage was without. It was enough, though, to coax her closer and eventually into an affair that would later become her Embrace. All to escape one gilt cage right into another.
Sometimes, even the most precious flowers have a bite.
Acolyte: It was the whispering words of the Green Mother -- richly dark, dank, and terrible -- that Marigold heard upon awakening from death into her new unlife; a whispered promise that she's clung fervently to ever since. She is deeply devoted to the Mother's Army (Status 3), and anything if an eager Acolyte looking to meet others and revel in the dark. She's on the hunt for a coven to work with as she's been alone in her worship for far too long.
Florist: "Flowers are in our blood," was her father's motto and flowers are something Marigold knows plenty about. Curious about the language and romance of flowers? Need advice on what flowers to send to a loved one or bitter rival? She's always happy to talk shop despite no longer walking that path in her unlife.
Beantown: Anyone from or familiar with Boston may have heard of the luxury florist shop, family owned and operated since 1915, known as Saint Rose, owned by Marigold's (living) family. Marigold is Boston-born and raised so anyone who had lived in the city between 1990 - 2019 could have reason to have crossed paths with her, particularly vampires, but open to all kinds of people knowing Marigold both before and after her Embrace.
Occult: Rituals and blood, with a sprinkling of divination just for flavor. Marigold revels in occult pursuits and is open to sharing her knowledge, depending on the what and the who. This interest spans a wide swathe of things, and her curious mind is ravenous for more.
Satin and Savagery: While the dual clubs are Roman's baby, there is the undeniable, if subtle, touch of Marigold all over both as she supports his vision in any way she can, particularly when it comes to the finances and back-end operations that keep both clubs well-stocked in booze and talent. She might be seen working either upstairs or downstairs at times, filling in where needed when required. Are you a dancer, bartender, brawler, a potential patron, or even a mix of all of those? Looking for trouble or just wanting to relax? Plenty of opportunities await at Satin and Savagery.
Roman - Big Daddy Boss Man. My Heart. The only reason I need.
Andi - Our Black Wolf. Snapping, snarling, protective.
Fi - Our Sunstone. Warm, effervescent, cherished.
Bash - Our Moonbeam. Caring, brave, true.
Luna - Our Moonstone. Impish, stylish, stunning.
Paige - Our DJ. Talented, vibrant, family.
Imoen - Under our care. Darkly burning, curious.
Rune - Under our care. Bright, eager, untested.
Misha - Our Bouncy-Stabber. Brash, cunning, badass.
Faith - Forthcoming for one of our kind.
Father Hal - Not what I expected, but the letter was a dead give away to that. Intrigued.
Brennan - A curious mind with a bent into the occult.
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| Apparent Age: | Late 20s |
| Concept: | Twice-Stolen Treasure |
| Mask: | Courtesan |
| Dirge: | ??? |
| Clan: | Daeva |
| Covenant: | Circle of the Crone |
| Coterie: | Seeking |
| Position: | Primogen of the Circle of the Crone |