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Active Haefer - Laced Mutton

Samiwashere

Soul stealer
Retired Staff
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General Information:
Name: Haefer (Hay-Fur) Aquarus
Other Names: Heather, Hae
Titles: Harlot, Jaxite, Comitissa
Age: 30
Race: Moor Elf
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Money
Current Residence: Patina
Relationship Status: Occupied
Social Status: Thief, Con-artist, Politician

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Physical Appearance:

Haefer stands at 5ft 11 without heels, and weighs a healthy 135lbs. Her skin is on the paler side of grey, and her body is a perfect hourglass with increasingly toned arms and legs. Dark grey eyes with gold circles that intensify in moments of intense emotion or when she is casting spells peer out from long, dark lashes that sit on a diamond shaped face. Her lips are her most notable feature, plump and often painted in dark shades of black or purple. Her hair colour and style changes regularly, between dying it and wearing wigs. However she is often seen with black, red or white-gold, all of which are peppered with golds strands that make it shimmer. Her eyebrows, nose, lips and ears are all covered in gold piercings, hoops and studs, all real gold and very shiny. She has no visible scars and only one tattoo of three small black hearts on her right bicep. Her voice is deep and sultry, something inviting about it. (Meg from Hercules). Despite her social standing, she is always very clean and well kept, and accompanied by a soft floral aroma. She paints her nails dark colours and keeps them long and pointy. She has a long scar along the back of her left arm. Those who do not despise her and find themselves in close company would find her even easier on the eyes thanks to Magpie.














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Personality:

As one might expect from someone in her line of work, Haefer is very much a charmer, and she flirts with pretty much anyone she comes into contact with and if she doesn’t get the reaction she wants she can become very persistent. She is also always trying to amuse herself as she gets bored very easily, and thus will often create chaotic situations just to watch them blow up and laugh. She enjoys drinking, dancing and being the centre of attention at all times, even if it’s because she did something horrible. Overall she comes off as very confident, sassy and easy going, and it’s incredibly difficult to change that or shake her with fear. However, deep down, she can be vicious and cruel. Her ire knows no limits. She is very closed off, and thus avoids any serious topics or opportunities to be vulnerable or express her feelings, often shrugging them off with some flirty comments or jokes. While she sees this as a positive it can sometimes cause problems when someone wants to be genuine and she seems to not take it seriously, and for that reason (as well as many others) she does not really make any genuine friendships. Another reason she avoids connection is her deep fear of attachment, she is terrified of becoming emotionally dependant on someone as she assumes she will either greatly disappoint them or they will manipulate or abandon her. Recent events have brought this fear to the forefront of her mind, something that makes her angry with herself, though she’d never admit it, and thus pretends to be angry at everyone else. She has a basic formal education, but is very street savvy. Despite being a moor, she was never taught Mok'yra, something that can be a sore point for her. Instead she speaks fluent common and also understands Gutterspeak, but sees using it as 'beneath her'. She has become somewhat invested in worshipping Jax, but has a history with following Sallana. As she has aged, her neutrality has become more chaotic, and borders on evil. She is cold and calculated and will stop at nothing to get what she desires. When she wants to hurt someone she will hurt them, often escalating situations to be cruel. As she has moved away from being a harlot, she has no easy sustainable source of income, and thus finds herself constantly 'on'; always thinking of ways she can con people out of money or take advantage of them for security. She struggles to turn this part of herself off, even when she knows she probably should. She has closed herself off completely after recent events, she refuses to let herself be humiliated and hurt again. From now on she is remaining entirely focused on her path to success and fortune and will do anything and cross anyone to get there. She is almost aggressive in her need to not be attached to people and has become a bit of a reckless adrenaline junkie. She has cynically accepted her role in life and in love and has become colder for it.












Short Term Goals:
+Make money
+Travel to new places
+Amuse herself
+Make friends in High places {Achieved}
+Dance club
+Expand 'Deadly Petals' offerings and location {Achieved}



Long Term Goals:
+Learn to play new instruments
+Not die
+Start her own company {Achieved}
+Expand Patina and assure it prospers
+Marry Branko and become his ' ' Empress ' '



Ultimate Objectives:
+ Become a wealthy and respected noblewoman
+ Reach the highest tier of blessing she can
+ Seduce Jax

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Wardrobe: While still very revealing, she has begun wearing outfits that appear more regal and elegant than her prior attire. Dress for the job you want. They come in various shades but always include gold.

Jewellery: She is covered head to toe in gold jewellery, from eyebrow rings to anklets. Some of the larger pieces have dangling gems on them that jingle when she dances.

A gold necklace with an arrow charm from Asero [x]

A gold necklace with a diamond chunk shaped like a moon [x]

A particularly special Gold Bangle that she never takes off, it used to be one of a matching pair, but the other is with Jax now.

A gold sun pendant on a leather chain from Reinhard

Magpie - a gold choker made of up interlinked ovals with a single feather charm hanging down.

Pets/Animals: None

Owned Homes: None

Carried Inventory: Whatever money she earns. All her jewellery.

General Inventory: Spare clothes, A lute. A copy of Gambler's Grimoire. Alchemy stuff and deadly plants. An assortment of poisons and other creepy concoctions. Intoxicating Gleam - a Jax themed goblet from Reinhard. A decorated refined steel cuirass from Vowrawn.

General Wealth: Okay​
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Health:

Illnesses: None
Mental state: Questionable
Allergies: None
Injuries: None
Sleeping Habits: Sporadic
Energy Levels: Average
Eating Habits: She's eating good
Exercise Habits: She dances a lot. She works on her agility. She trains.
Memory: Good
Unhealthy Habits: Never sober, smokes a pipe, gets into trouble for a rush. She is now constantly drunk and hurt from some stupid thrill.
Drinking Habits: Always. Over indulges





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History:

Haefer is not completely aware of where she was born, nor who it was who birthed her. Her oldest memory is of her first coin that she earned for singing in a market square when she could barely talk. Though she spent most of her childhood and teen years on her own, her father would often show up at inopportune times asking for money and, unfortunately for Haefer, she worshipped him and would do anything he asked. Things turned sour however when she grew up and he pushed her to make money in other ways. She ran from him and changed her name and hair in hopes that he might not find her again. She made enough to get by singing and dancing in taverns, but quickly learnt that no one was really interested in her for her talent. Angry with the hand she was dealt, she started luring people in just to rob them, and earned herself quite a reputation as a thief. This meant she had to move around a lot, and one day she ended up in Storm's landing. She spent a few months getting to know the customers and earning her keep keeping them entertained, she made a few good friends but grew very attached to a moor named Merle who she would later get engaged to and have a child with. Haefer finally felt that she might have a chance at happiness, but then her father returned. He manipulated her, and convinced her to come with him and leave her life behind. She abandoned her family, leaving Merle with baby Dara. It took a while for Haefer to realise how her father had fooled her once again, when he left she had nothing and a desperate sense of guilt and hopelessness pushed her to cross all her final lines. From that day forward a bitterness settled in her heart, erasing any last shred of good in her. When she returned and found how her friends and daughter had continued their lives so well without her, she selfishly began to resent that too. She became restless. Bored. She swayed her way down a dark path that she had sworn she would never go near. A path of sin, theft and, occasionally, murder...but something about it began to thrill her.​

















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Combat:
Peaceful or violent: She tries to appear peaceful but is secretly always hoping for violence.

Weaponry: A Steel Cutlass, Branko

Combat Training: Some very basic training, she works on it from time to time.

Training & Skills:

Singing, dancing, playing a few instruments, entertaining, drinking a lot in a short time. Deception. Coercion. Manipulation. Flirting. Conning. Seduction

Other Trivia:

Occupation: Merchant, Harlot, Aspiring businesswoman, Comitissa
Favorite Types of Food: Beef
Favorite Types of Drink: Red Wine
Hobbies/Pastimes: Dancing, drinking, annoying people.
Favorite Colors: Gold Black and Red






















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Samiwashere

Soul stealer
Retired Staff
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Legend
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Relations
Most forgotten, bonds broken, but some memories linger.



Interminably

No one, not again.


Future

)~Branko~(
-Power-
She does not love him, maybe she could have once upon a time, but she does love what he represents. Power. Fear. Strength. She'd never really let on how drawn to him she is, nor will she reveal how deeply she desires to make him entirely obsessed with her. She can't help but look forward to their future marriage, to being known across the lands as Branko's wife, to doing great things together.

Quote: "Of course, Dearest"

)~Eliss~(
-Heels-
Easy going. Jax aligned. A sort of kinship has formed, though she wouldn’t admit to it. Nor does she see him often enough to. Either way, she enjoys his company.
Quote: “Good luck telling your side of the story"



Present

)-Myrddin (Bok’ra)-(
-Man of spiders-
An interesting man full of questionable intentions. She doesn’t trust him even slightly, and thinks he’s gone a bit off. But at least he knows how to make a bet.
Quote: “Are you my very good friend?”

)-Vowrawn-(
-Gravekeeper-
Perhaps the only moor she has met in recent history, and he certainly exemplifies them in her opinion. Though he seems boring their conversations keep her amused on quiet days. He has been more friendly as of late, she hopes that is all it is.
Quote: "Not everything is an angle."




Past

)Dara(
-Distant Daughter-
Haefer has not made a great deal of effort to be a part of her life, but knows she has probably been better off under Sugar’s guiding than her own. She is unsure how she feels about the girl anymore.
Quote: —

)Sugar(
-Old Friend-
Though they are worlds apart and she now reminds Haefer very little of the woman she befriended all that time ago, there is still a faint protective feeling…mixed with jealousy.
Quote: —

)Merle(
-Ex-husband-
She does not know if what she felt for him really was love, but he was certainly the deepest connection she has ever had. The guilt has passed now. She only thinks of him when she sees their daughter.
Quote: —

)Cymic(
-Deviation-
She's done waiting for him to answer her questions. There was never anything there, and there never will be.
Quote:

)Reinhard(
-Mopey Blonde-
She does not care if he lives or breathes.
Quote:

)Alek(
- Toying -
She hopes he will burn for what he has done and, should he return unscathed, she will burn him herself. Slowly and painfully.

)Matt(
- Ache -
She has learnt to despise him for all he is. There will be no forgiveness. She will not think twice about harming him if the opportunity arises.



)Redacted(
-Her father-
Bastard. He ruined her life. She dreamt of the ways she could kill him. He haunts her. She hates that he was right.
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Samiwashere

Soul stealer
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Moved a bunch of relations around as Haefer is realising maybe people aren't that bad after all.
 

Samiwashere

Soul stealer
Retired Staff
Samiwashere
Samiwashere
Legend
Felt like writing a bit about Haefer! Just a sort of excerpt into her life in the past and possible motivation for her current life style. It isn't exactly rude, but there are some rude implications so I will just put a readers warning anway...and if anyone has an issue with it I'll censor it somehow!
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“Beauty doesn’t begin to describe you, sweetie” The man slurred by her ear. Haefer fought hard to stop herself from gagging. The man was tall and strong, and really he was quite handsome. He had frequently visited the tavern and Haefer had often caught him staring at her. That’s why she thought he would be a perfect victim. An easy job. Seduce. Lure. Steal. Run. A wiggle of her hips, a flick of her hair, and a fake smile had him wrapped around her finger. A few perverted comments and a couple of drinks later, and he was trying to pull her closer. She regretted her decision. His friends sat back and laughed as Haefer kept her charming smirk, trying oh so hard not to turn and smash an empty bottle over this man’s head. This man. What was his name? Had he said it? Did she care?

“Why don’t you give us a dance, honey?” one of the men said as he leant forward on the table, grinning like a little girl. Haefer took a deep breath to calm all her internal rage.

“You going to pay me for it, big guy?” She said softly with her familiar playful smirk. The men all shared a few glances.

“We’ll pay you if you’re good enough!” the man with his paw at her waist replied, inciting a roar of laughter from his friends. Haefer just sighed and pried herself away from them, moving to stand in the centre of the room. She shut her eyes, and the room went silent.

As she began to dance, her hips swaying softly, she felt at ease. She tried to ignore any sounds coming from the busy tavern, and just focus on the moves. After all, there was a reason she liked to keep her eyes closed while she danced. To her, it really was an art. The steps in time, the way the body curved with the sound of the music, how light she felt on her feet, as if she had been walking on air. She didn’t like to think that to everyone else, she was just a nice looking object to gawk at. She didn’t like to watch her audience as they devalued her talent…but if it weren’t for them…she’d have no money. She’d be dead.

She continued to sway and move, spiralling her wrists, in time with her hips, inhaling the smell of alcohol and smoke from the fire. She imagined herself in a long, elegant ball gown, gliding across a frozen lake as people applauded her and sang of how they admired her dancing. Not her. Her dancing. The audience in her dreams saw the beauty in her dance, just like she did.

A hand was placed on her waist and abruptly stopped her dance. She opened her eyes and glanced up. The man she had been trying to tempt was staring down at her, smirking. He leant to her ear and whispered.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little quieter?” He said softly. The men all chuckled. Haefer rolled her eyes and pulled away from him.

“I’m not like that.” She replied sternly, folding her arms. She could see the joy fade from his face, a hint of something new in his eyes. Something quite scary.

“Well what else is that body good for? What else is scum like you good for?” he spat harshly at her. His friends stood and bellowed with laughter. Haefer just put on her charming smirk and tilted her head to him.

“More than you’re worth, sweetie.” She replied just as soft and sweet as ever. The men didn’t seem to like this. The one she was speaking directly to made his way over. Before she could even think his hand was raised and slapped hard across her face, causing her to fall sideways onto the floor. The tavern went completely silent. Everyone sat and stared at the group of men, and the frail moor elf who lay crumpled on the ground…but no one came to help. No one tried to defend her…why would they? She was just a-

“Filthy whore.” The man said angrily as he and his men turned and moved out of the tavern as a group. Exactly. That’s all she was to them. Haefer waited a moment before getting to her feet, rubbing her cheek and sighing softly. She’d lost this time…but it wasn’t the end of her game.

Far from it.
 
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LordCreepington

It took a lot to get here
You know, if she had just worn some more clothes and shook her rear less, Sylvest wouldn't of thought of her as a whore. That, and coming up to him during his personal reading time. :D
 
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