Sex: Female
Age: 23
Marital Status: Married
Profession: Waitress/Partner in Crime/Beautiful Assistant/Inconspicuous Swag Bag Carrier
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 122 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Complexion/Skin Tone: Fair.
Distinguishing Marks/Scars: A single scar on the back of her hand, from a burn received from a poker. An interesting story behind that one.
Appearance (how does your character carry themselves?): Like all the world ought to be standing and staring. Like her husband, Serah is fully confident in the fact that she is wonderful. She carries herself like the noble her lineage dictates, but acts like the crook her husband encourages her into.
Anything Else: N/A.
Likes: Her hat (she likes the hat, a lot. It is a good hat), the high life with the low lifes (the equivalent of hob knobbing, but with scum), music.
Dislikes: Being shown up/upstaged, being objectified, her parents, the upper classes, hard work in general.
Physical Condition/Health/Disabilities: Surprisingly, Serah is in good health.
Talents: Dancing, singing, guitar, being distracting, snarking.
Family: Parents who refuse to acknowledge her, husband, in laws who are far more amiable to her.
Goals/Life’s ambition: A generous blend of wealth and fame, with minimal effort required.
Bad Habits?: Smoking, drug use.
Happiest memory: Telling her parents to, in a rather more biting and lengthy manner, stick their 'properness' where there is little to no exposure to solar radiation.
Equipment: A single knife, and of course various miscellaneous things, including a guitar.
History/Bio: Serah was born in a respectable family with respectable morals and respectable professions. Then she met Jacob Crowley, and that went down the toilet in a drastic way. She now hangs off of the arm of her husband in whatever dirty dealings he gets himself into.