Description
Name: Astarte Nightingale
Age: 35
Gender: A gentle-lady
Role: Scientist
Appearance:
Despite her years Astarte has kept up with herself quite well. She has fair, soft skin untouched by the sun (due to her excessive work in the labs) and onyx black hair that falls down to the middle of her back in thick waves with sharp fringe bangs. Her steel blue eyes are framed by thick lashes and always wear an expression similar to that of a cat eyeing a mouse. Her lush lips are a light peachy color and a coy smile can be found on them when she believes no one is looking. She stands at a good 5'7" and weighs _____lbs. (A lady never discloses her weight) She loves the most shades of blue, despite her...redder, personality. If it has lace, ruffles, and a corset she'll wear it. Due to her personality she's always flaunting off her assets, which are a size 34 DD. Even in the lab you can find her adorned in high decorated heels, layered frilly skirts, tight low cut corsets, laced chokers, and when out-- a parasol which looks rather dangerous. As her last name is Nightingale, her clothes tend to have a slight resemblance to them, such as a swallow tall like corset and feathered gloves.
Personality
Astarte is not a...regular scientist. In fact, she's not what you would expect in a scientist at all. When she's not coming onto every single person she meets Astarte is making more sexual innuendos than should be allowed. She has a reputation for being a "love bird" and has no problem with the title. Despite her flamboyant love for sex and all related things she does have quite the brain, and is able to apply it whenever she needs to. When speaking with others in general she has a voice that flows like velvet, however when discussing more serious things it can take on a sharper, sometimes even cold tone. Astarte loves flustering others and makes it a habit to do so to those she's know for a while. She has a tendency to eavesdrop on conversations and always adds her two cents to them, even when it's not necessary. Like any other person she does have her skeletons in the closet, and prefers to keep them there so should someone ever discover them Astarte has ways of convincing them to keep quiet. Beneath her brains and lust Astarte also has a slight cynical personality, and can be rather cruel- dubbing people don't understand the sciences and such "Lovely, dull, simple minded creatures."
Equipment
Remember her pretty little umbrella? Well as stated it is actually quite dangerous. The tip has a sharp point that's excellent for quick jabs and slices, and can release a gas that causes the person to hallucinate horribly. (Nightmare gas, as she calls it) This is controlled by the elaborately decorated handle which along with a squeeze handle also has a barbed end with several more sharp tips (good for a decent pummeling) Astarte also tends to wear high heels that can easily stab into someone. Aside from her harmful accessories Astarte has rather good hearing (worked on from years of eavesdropping) and it pretty damn good at cover up stories. Though she can swing and stab quite gracefully Astarte doesn't have much fighting ability, preferring to use her other...assets in such situations.
History
Astarte was born into a rather well off family, aristocrats you see. And they were quite know for being the "model" of their class standing. However, once Astarte reached her 10th year she began to drift away from the world her parents lived in. The sciences became her best friend, and was all she ever talked about. For such a young age, she knew quite a bit, and very much enjoyed sharing her thoughts on it. Then, at the age of 16, she came to know the "adult" world. Though still greatly loving the sciences Astarte gained a nickname for herself, "Lovebird", due to the fact that she was constantly making love and had the last name of a bird. Her parents were distraught, and sent her away to a boarding school to become a lady, so that they're reputation would be saved.
Alas, boarding school only managed to give Astarte the skills she needed to hide her tracks. Upon graduating she left her family to pursue the realm of science, eventually earning quite some honors in it. At the age of 27 she had 5 honors in science and 3 ex-husbands-- all whom she had left. Despite what she told many was a fulfilling life, Astarte was actually quite empty inside. She was becoming more reckless with her passions with others and her work was declining. Then, a official visited her promising her a life she could only dream of it she were to partake in a certain project. Eager to leave behind her unfavorable lifestyle she readily agreed, packing up very few things and heading off.
And now we join her in her new life, working on a project far beyond anything she could ever imagine.
So begins...
Click
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Sharp heels clicked across the pale gray tiled floor. Among the white washed walls moved the graceful shadow of a woman. The corridor was cold, devoid of any comforting heat and held not a single decoration save for the pipes that ran above, painted with a gray colored substance that supposedly helped keep them from leaking. At one end of the corridor was a set of stairs that led up to what could only be another sterile hall. At the other end of the hall where the shadow walked towards was a large square set of doors, a simple code panel beside it. Had it not been for the bright blue that the lady walking down the hall wore, surly the scene would have looked like an unfinished sketch.
A slender arm reached back to brush hair the color of coal away from a smooth shoulder. Indigo fabric rustle and fell in all the right places on a well kept body. This woman, the scientist known as Astarte Nightingale, gave a frustrated sigh. She pursed her lips and looked down at the clipboard in her hands. It spoke of how the recent project was progressing along with where the most serious flaws were. Of course she'd already memorized all the data on the sheets before her but they were nevertheless unsatisfactory. She had been expecting a serious rise in productivity on the device and yet the numbers were saying they had barely made a step forward. Another frustrated sound escaped from her mouth and Astarte had to ignore the strong desire to smash the board against the stark white walls surrounding her.
"This is pathetic. Obviously we need to make adjustments on the stabilizer but no one's touched it at all recently. If this piece even begins to flux at all it will cause a dangerous wobble in the bridge...and if this happens...." Her voice trailed off and her eyebrows furrowed together due to the consequences of the problem being to great for her to verbalize. "No no. This can not happen. I'll have to bring it up to the others and see if they haven't already thought of a solution..." Astarte paused outside a sleek metal door, staring at it with a glazed face. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her chest puffed out a bit. "Mmm. The others...I haven't seen them for a bit...those poor dears must be missing me....heh..." Eye lids lowering slightly Astarte entered the sequence for the door and it opened slowly-- the sounds of clinking glass, whirring devices, and the strong scent of a multitude of substances leaked out. Taking a deep breath in a sly grin spread across her face and Astarte advanced into the room. Her heels picking back up their clicking.
Despite the fact that she needed to talk with the others Astarte went to her own work station, pulling on a lab coat that made the hall walls look dirty. It slid on neatly over her poofed skirt and tight bodice. The long, feathered choker she wore made her seem as is she was indeed part bird, though a lovely one at that. Placing the clipboard on her desk Astarte began pulling out a pair of specialized gloves, made for touching delicate instruments while still protecting her. As she placed them on her hands Astarte glanced around her work station, searching for-- ah, there it was. A blue print of the machine the group had been working on lay at the top corner of her desk. No doubt one of the others had borrowed it for a quick moment. Humming a quiet tune Astarte began sifting through papers and taking down notes, becoming completely immersed in her work.
