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Georgiana King

The Heiress

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a character in “Take Her to Sea”, as played by Sirius Baren



"Georgiana Margaret King."

"You can call me Georgie."

"I've just turned 28, isn't that exciting?"

"I was born in England, but the majority of my life was spent in Africa."

"I've only ever felt attraction towards the male sex."

"If I must put a label, I am first class."

"My aunt insists I am an Heiress even though I much prefer the title of Adventurer."

"Happily single; though if my aunt had her way I'd be married with a gaggle of children already."

Georgie is a tall and slender woman who easily turns the heads of men both prince and pauper. Her smile is dazzling and easily shared. While many women like to pin their hair up for the times, Georgie much prefers to let it hang loose with its natural waves. Her form has a good balance of curves in the right places. Her green eyes are reminiscent of the ocean on a frighteningly stormy day. They are full of life and generally show her amusement.

Georgie is more accustomed to wearing a pair of trousers and a loose fitting blouse much to the chagrin of her aunt. It is her typical day wear, but as her aunt is imposing upon Georgie's lifestyle, she has found herself with a trunk full of rather gaudy and frilly dresses and a terrible lack of trousers and blouses as she is boarding the RMS Titanic on its maiden voyage.

Very dry scotch

Shallow and vain people
Being told what to do

She is an experienced marksman

She can trust people a little too easily
Slightly gullible

Above all things in life, Georgie is kind to everyone she meets. She is a fiercely loyal friend, despite not having very many, and tries to reach out to those around her regardless of their station in life. Georgie was born to be estranged from the majority of people in her life because of her sizable inheritance. She is often despondant when people do not know how to act around her or are to frightened to carry a conversation. However, she has a severe temper whenever her feathers get ruffled and its best to stay out of her way. While she is kind to those she meets, she will not stand for people to associate with her simply because of her wealth. She will not tolerate those who have a facade in place and will do away with them at the earliest convenience.

Georgie has an adventuring spirit. She loves to be spontaneous and has a philosophy of trying everything at least once. She is a straightforward person. She has been known to become a little bit of a ditz around handsome and charming men, but for the most part she can handle herself well.


Georgie was born in London and unfortunately her mother died after childbirth. Her father was so overcome in his grief he could not bear to stay in the gray city. He volunteered to take his fleet and patrol the coasts in Africa to catch those trying to smuggle illegal slaves out of the continent. He brought his new baby with him and this was where Georgie found her spice for life. Growing up in Africa left no room for boredom or a delicate constitution. She ran around having adventures with the local children. Her closest friend, Abebe, was a native, and he knew all the best places to watch the animals. It was fascinating for Georgie and she often snuck away from her tutors to chase after gazelles or track an elephant herd.

As she grew older she stopped running after the creatures in Africa and began to hunt them. It became obvious quickly that she had a talent with her rifle and soon she was entering the hunting contests. She usually came away with the biggest trophy, and much to the embarrassment and anger of the men, nearly always beat them out.

When she was 24, her father passed away; whether the illness was from grief or some African germ, Georgie couldn't tell. At this point her aunt Catherine took her in and Georgie was forced to leave her beloved Africa and return to the proper society of London.

Georgie found that she hated nothing quite so much as the stifling restrictions forced upon her in order to socialize among London's most elite. Her aunt was horrified by Georgie's lack of decorum and made it her life's mission to turn Georgie back into a proper and demure lady who would be ready to accept the hand of the man who would be the most advantageous match. Georgie was more than perturbed at Catherine's antics but suffered through them.

Georgie's greatest wish is to see the world. She most desperately wants to visit India. Georgie and her aunt came to a compromise. Georgie had one year to get every last undesirable impulse from her system, and at the end of the year she would return to Catherine, and marry whoever her aunt picked for her.

It wasn't ideal, but Georgie was suddenly faced with more freedom than she has ever had and she snatched the opportunity. The beginning of her 365 days of freedom begins aboard the Titanic.


Rosamund Pike

Mountain Standard[PT] .

A couple times a week

So begins...

Georgiana King's Story


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There was salt in the air and a particular bounce in Georgie’s step as she had left her cabin room and was making her way towards the first class dining hall. Her spirit was electrified with the new sights around her and the energy that seemed to ripple from one person to another. She felt as though she had been released from an iron cage and allowed to breathe fresh air. While she knew she’d have to return to her gilded cage, she knew she had 364 more days to fill as she saw fit.

The enormity of the Titanic had been understated in the papers. Georgie could not believe such a huge mass of metal floated above the water and did not sink to the darkening depths of the sea. She had spent a great deal of the voyage so far exploring every nook and cranny she found that she was allowed to. Of course they had only been on the sea for the day and there was a great deal more she wanted to explore, but the possibilities seemed endless in her mind.

The sun was making its descent in the sky at this point in their journey. Georgie’s stomach was growling, but she was quickly distracted by the portrait of colors that caught her eye through a port hole window. She had squeezed passed others within the halls until she had finally found a door that led onto the upper deck.

This deck was reserved for the first class passengers and was quite different from the lower decks she had glimpsed earlier in the day when she had been boarding. Here the children were well dressed and well mannered. The parents held collected conversations and all around her everyone was behaving in a manner most dignified that her aunt would approve of wholeheartedly.

For a moment that stifling feeling began to rise in her throat and she quickly loosened the ties that held the hideous hat in place on her head--compliments of her aunt. These were the people she resented. They were fake smiles and fake conversation.

She closed her eyes briefly and allowed her mind to take her back to the open and wild plains of Africa. She took in a slow breath and the salt filled her lungs. She pushed her way down the well traveled memory paths in her mind until she came to a particular favorite.

She and Abebe had stumbled upon a young lion cub. Georgie had only been 14 at the time. She always had seen the magnificent creatures from a distance and was surprised to find the young cub curious and far less threatening than its mother.

Georgie was reaching out to scratch its ear--

There was a significant tugging sensation around her throat and Georgie’s eyes flew open as she felt the abominable hat dislodge from her head and be pull away on the breeze that had slithered through the deck like an unsuspecting serpent. Georgie picked up the skirts of a similarly atrocious gown--once again a by product of her aunts supposed “good” taste in high fashion--and began to move quickly after the hat. Eyes were drawn to her and quickly gave their disapproval at her lack of decorum as she ungracefully reached for the hat several times; each time it slipped through her fingers.

Georgie stomped her foot in frustration for half a moment before realizing her hat was going to be whisked over the edge of the railing.

It wouldn’t be too tragic, it is a very ugly hat after all. She thought to herself with a silent giggle, but she quickly reprimanded herself for such thoughts. Even though the majority of her trunk consisted of clothes she would rather burn at the stake than wear to dinner, they were still a gift from her only living relative.

“Oh no!” she called out as a stronger gust gave higher flight to her hat. It was doomed for sure.




James stood upon the bridge of the Titanic looking out at the vast blue carpet that lay before them. He was the third officer aboard the ship and it was a responsibility he took seriously and was well adjusted to. He found quickly he much preferred to give directions to men who had the only goal of keeping their passengers safe upon the maiden voyage of such a large metal beast. This was the work that didn’t raise his anxiety levels beyond their normal range.

He glanced over his shoulder at the three great black smoke stacks standing at attention. The great black smoke wound its way into the sky and brought back chilling memories.

James frowned slightly and shook the thoughts off. He had seen battle only a handful of times and they were times he wanted to forget. The responsibility of those lives was such a difficult burden to carry. The few men he had lost during his time in the royal navy were stones upon his back that he would carry until he was laid to rest in his own grave.

“You brood too much.” A voice came from his side and James was startled out of his reverie.

“Beg pardon?” he asked the violently redheaded man--Michael O’Donnahugh.

“You’re concentrating too much upon depressing topics. It’s showing on your face.” Michael pointed at the corner of James’ eyes where there were faint stress lines beginning to show. “You should take a break, go explore a bit, go scope out what ladies might be waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and rescue them.” Michael winked and punched James lightly in the shoulder.

James only shook his head. He had known Michael only a couple of months, but the burly Irishman meant well.

He took the man’s advice, if only to escape him, and went down to the first class promenade deck. He caught sight of a woman chasing a hat down the railing quite a ways down the deck before turning to the people around him.

He sighed and looked out at the fiery seascape that stretched between water and sky. His mind was pulled back to a young woman with a dash of freckles on her nose and eyes like that of a doe. James was not here to scope out any women who might be readily willing to fall into the bed of an officer. In fact, he rather fancied forgetting one woman who had left quite the gnarled scars over his heart.