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Elisabeth Marian Thimenson

"The relationships I hold with my clients should never be severed, they trust me with all their secrets, meaning I know a lot about people."

0 · 266 views · located in The city of Rocourt and the skies of Acrovand

a character in “Cogs, Pirates, and Industry”, originally authored by Fredalice, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Elisabeth (Elisa) Marian Thimenson
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Appearance:Image
For her job, Elisa tends to wear big and glamorous dresses, her hair will be pulled up to show her bare shoulders and of course her face is decorated in make-up, she also tends to wear lots of feathers and fur while at work. While at home, she let her hair down or puts it in a braid, her dress is much more simple at home, usually just a peasant shirt and brown skirt and corset. The transformation between the two is a bit extreme because you would think that they were two different people if you saw both appearances and didn't know it was just her.

Personality: As Elisa, the person she naturally is at home, she is a reader and a writer, with her mind full of stories about worlds that hold magic instead of the machines that adorn her reality. She is a bit sloppy, not really what you would call a natural "house wife" and she doesn't really cook either. She doesn't have a green thumb, though she had tried several times to add plants to her home and she isn't what you would call "motherly", often times neglecting things, people, or plants until it's nearly too late. Though she has the mind of great intellect; though machines aren't her passion she can fix and use them with great ease, her accounts are so organized that it looks as though a professional helped her, and her writings (though never published) could be considered classics. Her thinking can be both linear and creative and both leave people breathless. Though having a great mind such as Elisa's, she often times doesn't see the bigger picture. Sure she can look at small details and deduct the most possible outcome, but when it comes to other's emotions and ulterior motives she is left completely helpless. She also has a horrible short term memory when it comes to things of the outside world, such as leaving things in places that she can never find them, forgetting to leave the house looking proper, or even forgetting to eat at times.

However as Elisabeth, the person she is while at work, she is overly friendly and has the manners of a Lady herself. She is the helpless gentlewoman, but one that also holds the sultry mystery of one in her profession. She if always on time to her appointments and never lacks in her energy even after a long day. Elisabeth is caring, passing out tea and cookies for her clients and taking great care to wash their feet. As Elisabeth it isn't her mind that is praised, but rather her hands. She goes from being a thinker to a doer on her way to work. Her attention to detail is still there, though these details help with the bigger picture. She makes people feel comfortable around her, she makes them trust her nearly a ninety percent, but likes to tease with uncertainty of the other ten percent, giving her clients the mysterious and almost dangerous feel that gets everyone excited. People love to be around her as she is very polite and charming. While Elisabeth, no one would ever think that her home is quite of a normal almost peasant like style, they can only picture her living in the most lavish and expensive places as possible, places that would rival even the Queen's decor.

Bio: Elisabeth grew up in a household that she would love to erase; her mother was violently abusive to her and her father was absent and when he was there he was still rather absent. At 13 she ran away and was ultimately living on the streets. After that first year on her own and small gypsy caravan that was hidden on the streets started letting her into their family and slowly started caring for her more and more. They treated her like your supposed to treat family and not how her actual parents treated her. The troupe saw how brilliant she was and so they let her read all the books that they had, which was not very much to be honest. Elisabeth eventually grew weary of thieving and sleeping in a wagon, she wanted an actual house, so it was at the age 16 that she became a prostitute. She had tried for other jobs, but this was the only one that would "hire" her.

So her lifestyle began.

She saved up every penny she ever earned and eventually was able to buy a small apartment for herself and was able to move out the whore house. She started climbing up the food chain as well in her business and soon at age 23 she became one of the most expensive prostitutes in the city, so much so that she was able to start picking her clients for herself instead of the other way around. Life has become very good for her, she can now buy all the books she wants, she is able to even have the time to start her writing. Things are now comfortable and nice for her and Elisabeth wouldn't change her lifestyle for anything anymore.

Relations: She holds no relations with her blood parents anymore, though she does still carry a small relationship with the troupe that took her in so many years ago, meaning she has knowledge on thieves in the city. Because of her profession she has dirt on all great men in the city as well, not to mention that she is in their good graces.

Theme: The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic!At the Disco

So begins...

Elisabeth Marian Thimenson's Story

The light shown through Elisa's open window and the noises of machines and market people followed soon after. You wouldn't think looking at her now that she was a high class and high priced prostitute with the grace and elegance of a Dutchess. Her work ran late last night so when she got home she hadn't even made it up the stairs to get to her bed, instead she just crashed into the couch, knocking down piles that were next to it and laying on piles that had previously been placed on the couch's warn cushions. Her hair was a mess, a big ball of knots and frays, and she had accidentally slept with her make up on. Looking at her now, all that grace, beauty, and elegance was gone replaced with what Elisa truly was, a slob.

She rubbed her eyes and slowly stood up, smoothing out her gold ribbon dress. Thankfully the people walking by had the decency to not look inside, meaning that Elisa could easily escape up the stairs and try to look a bit more presentable. It didn't take very long before Elisa was back downstairs in average and worn clothes. She started picking up the piles that had fallen and rearranged the ones that had gotten crushed while she slept before grabbing her big leather bag and heading outside, locking her place up and heading towards the market.

The crowds were intense this time of day, you wouldn't think so, but they were more so then later in the afternoon because this was the time that everyone was getting food for the day. The morning was nice and cool, though walking within the crowds would warm any person up. Elisa moved her way through the crowd, enjoying being able to not be noticed for her profession and just be a normal human being, though when she saw one of her clients she would draw up her shawl around her head and walk a little quicker. It isn't that she was embarrassed to be living the way she was in the commoner neighborhood with regular people in regular clothes eating whatever food she happened to buy that day. It was just rather she didn't want to have to explain that to her clients because they wouldn't understand and then insist upon setting her up with whomever could help putting her in the right part of society. Then she would have to proceed to tell them that she has the money for their lifestyle, but just prefers living in a comfortable home that isn't too big, in which they would respond in the up most form of confusion. This all had played out before when she just got her highest level of work and it took her a few times before she figured out that she absolutely needed to avoid her clients outside of work.

As morning carried on into late morning, Elisa went to a nearby bakery. She bought the usual bag of freshly baked bread, the baker finally stopped asking why she needed all that bread everyday. Then headed down an ally. Her walk was quick, she knew these allies and which path she needed to take. It was a maze of giant stone walls with steaming pipes hanging on their sides, the steam made it slightly harder to see, but when you know the back allies as well as Elisa knew them, you wouldn't even really need to see at all.

She finally came to a stop in front of what was a seemingly solid wall; made of wood with cloth covering certain parts. She knocked on the side of one particular cloth three times and then whistled a specific tune. A ragged and dirty head of a man with a scraggly beard popped out from behind the curtain and smiled a grin that revealed missing teeth at the sight of his dear friend.

"Elisa! Here again so soon?" he said raising the curtain so she could sneak in passed him.

"I'm come everyday Frank," Elisa said giving him a kiss on the cheek, "And as usual I have brought freshly baked bread for the family." Frank ran passed her now and cupped his hands.

"Our prostitute has come baring food!" he yelled. The place that Elisa had walked into was a small hidden camp of a gypsy troupe, and not just any gypsy troupe, but the one that had taken her in after she ran away from her blood family, but this was her real family. People of all shapes and sizes came out from hidden places from the walls or from inside wagons. All of them smiling and trying to get to her first to hug her. It was a rather large family that Elisa had, but it was one she knew she would never turn her back on or leave behind.