The Companion - The Painted Whore
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Physical Profile
Age: 26. But before you tell me that I'm much too young to be seeing the 'verse in such a manner...
Height: 5' 3''
Weight: 114 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Physical Description:
I was always a sheltered child. Why, it was 'Ava, run back to your room before the sun burns you' or something like that. I never did get out as much as I could (and should), so I'm just... smaller. I should have been shorter, but somehow I'm not, and fancy that, people still treat me like a porcelain doll once in a while.
Well, I do dress like one, I would give you that benefit. Mother taught me how to show up and look like you belong there. Though, when no one is looking, I prefer a relaxed complexion.
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Psychological Profile
Personality: I doubt anyone would think too kindly of a companion who kept speaking about her own problems. I keep to myself, when I can; though, just like most people I can think of, I do have moments in which I cannot hold it in any longer.
Those moments are what I hope does not define me.
I hope I seem friendly enough. I can never tell; whether one gives the great Ava a stare or a glowing look, it is hard to define.
Like any of my fellow companions, a trust issue sometimes happens. Never fully trust a client, that I have been aware of. However, the border between friend and trusted is thin.
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Background
Biography: My childhood was absolutely sheltered. My mother, Evangeline LaStouff, always thought that a child belonged indoors, where she could be monitored - not outside, making a mass of trouble that only the Creator could guess. So, I had no friends; not besides my stories or my pets. I lived inside my room, I had my meals there, I had my everything in there - unless, of course, Evangeline wanted to take Ava out in the town for a lovely show. And, by show, it was me being shown off - never something I could have the pleasure of viewing myself. Life on Ezra was absolutely horrid, I can assure you; seeing the same thing pass by and by, to be dressed in such horrid outfits by mother, I just had to leave.
So I did. It was a magnificent feeling, to be free for once - to make my own choices! I cannot tell you what precisely drew my attention to being trained in the ways of a companion. Perhaps the freedom had been getting to my head; perhaps my virginity was directed; perhaps both, perhaps a final flaming fury directed at my mother. Whatever happened, I was trained over the course of a few years.
I needed somewhere to stay after that. A shuttle for rent was to be perfect; one happened to be of the ship the Fairstar, captained by Johnathan Walker. Somehow I acquired this shuttle, and landed myself where I am today, perhaps the only law-abiding citizen aboard this whole ship.
Former Employers: None that you would know of. Besides, can a companion not run her own party?
Bound By Law: Never! A horrid thought.
War Service Record: No, I have not shot a gun, I have not served in a war.
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Equipment
Sidearm of Choice: None. I choose not to fight.
Longarm of Choice: I am not equipped.
Other Weapons: I cannot deny, though, I have several cases of poison within my shuttle for dire emergencies.
Other Gear: Perhaps a sword or two underneath these floorboards? Who am I to know! I was not the first to rent this, I trust.
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