Saskia Murlew

[Saskia Murlew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] Saskia Murlew 23 ✖ FEMALE✖ HETEROSEXUAL [but can ‘play’ any] ✖ HUMAN ✖ Personality Nicknamed Sas by her co-workers, Saskia holds true to her name in more ways than one. She is feisty, fiery and not afraid to grab a girl by the hair or a man by the balls (literally and metaphorically) if they offend her. She rarely smiles unless she is with a client. If anyone ever gathers the courage to ask her about this, she tells them that if she smiled all the time it would lose its novelty. This way, if you make her smile, you can almost guarantee it’s genuine. Unless you’re paying her to look happy. Saskia prefers not to speak to people. She keeps herself to herself and allows other people to do the talking for her. Ask her personal questions too much and she’ll either block you out or plant a well-aimed slap. She is viciously protective of her knowledge, her personal life and her past. To please curious clients she has been known to lie about herself, make up an entire life story on the spot, just to give them conversation. And it hardly ever comes back to bite her because their usually too high or drunk to notice. When with her back door customers, she can be charming, complimentary and seductive. Her true personality is never far away, usually just lying beneath the surface, and if they threaten her or make a move which endangers her, she’ll lash them away. If words aren’t enough, she keeps a knife with her at all times and there’s a gun hidden in her room in Easy Street. Her blonde hair has been dyed a few times and as a result can change sometimes, in different lights. Spill too much sunlight on it and it looks white, douse it in a sunset and it gains a haze of pink. She cut it herself because she hates the idea of paying someone to do something that she can do fine herself. ✖ History Born into a fairly well off family, living in the wealthier part of the city, Saskia grew up in a stable household with a caring parents. She was intelligent and curious and she flew through middle school and high school with unprecedented ease. As a child, she was bright and bouncy but as she grew up and particularly as she found her feet in high school, she became slightly more drawn and distant. She was not unfriendly, but she found herself preferring her own company to her classmates. Propelling herself into University life she discovered meth in her first year and E shortly after. Shortly after the start of her second year, the University kicked her out on the grounds of her plummeting grades and one week later she was caught and arrested for dealing. She spent quite a while under house arrest during the trial. During this time, her parents determinedly believed her innocence, and though she never endorsed this, she let them believe it to give herself a few more weeks with them before they, inevitably, disowned her. Once the trial found irrefutably guilty, she spent 5 years in a prison built especially for ex-drug addicts so it was more like a rehab centre. 3 years later, she left clean. Finding herself no longer welcome at her parents’ home, she got a job at Easy Street (a red lights district night club) and rented a small flat nearby. Though still clean, drugs tempt her regularly and she has relapsed a few times in the past couple of months. Not long after starting work at Easy Street, she realised the minimal pay wouldn’t cover her rent and so she turned to earning a little extra on the side wherever she could. Life as a working girl suits her; she’s seductive enough to attract a lot of custom from all sexes and preferences and she’s smart enough to protect herself from the less savoury clientele. Easy Street accommodates her and two other girls that have also chosen the extra employment and provides them a set of three rooms in the back of the nightclub for their business. She never takes clients back to her flat. Despite appearances, Saskia is not unhappy. She’s can be sour-faced, but that’s more a residue of the disappointment she’s carrying with her. Of everyone in her past life, she hates herself the most. For letting a decent, more intellectual life slip her by and for betraying her parents. She barely sees them now, though once when she visited the Mall she saw her mum from behind but didn’t have the guts to go and talk to her. She’s still angry with herself, but a sort of grim determination has locked her in place now; she wants to earn enough to support herself and then save up to go back to University and finished what she started. Right now, it’s an unrealistic goal, but she’ll wait. ✖ Example “SAS!” She had barely walked two paces inside the place before the shout rang out across to her. It was loud enough to be heard over the drone of the club’s music because it was still relatively early and the DJ hadn’t yet cranked up the volume to early morning deafening-levels. “Where the fuck have you been?” Saskia finally picked her out in the crowd; striding towards her as if she owned the place. Well, she practically did, sleeping with the manager. Her name was Lottie and she was younger than her, but still seemed to have decided that her relationship with the boss meant she was, in fact, second in command. Saskia eyed her as she approached, deliberately waiting until she was an inch from her face to speak. Narrowed eyes were spitting sparks already. “I’m two minutes late.” Lottie shook her head, disbelievingly. “Which means I was meant to be off, two minutes ago.” She let out a dramatic sigh and shoved past Saskia, heading towards the door. “You’ve got one waiting for you in the back already.” Saskia spun slowly on her heels, watching the girl shove the back door open and disappear into the night. One already? That was keen. She took a deep breath, letting her lungs fill with the familiar scents of alcohol, meth and dance floor smoke. Taking off through the bar, greeting Sonia behind it with a nod, she headed for the furthest most corner of the building. As she walked, she stripped off her jacket and slung it over her shoulder, letting her crop top show; skinny waist and chest deliberately accented by the clothing. A small black door stood before her. It had no markings on it, nothing to suggest the untoward, but a small red LED light sat to the right of it. She flipped a switch lazily with her spare hand and the light flickered into action, dim and sputtering but definitely on. She took a moment to compose her face, features sliding into an easy, pleasing smile. Free hand pushed the door open and she stepped into the dingy corridor and the man that was already waiting. “Looking for some company?” [/style] This character is played by [Verium/Vee].

[✖ GRIM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! I don't see why I shouldn't accept her, so fill in the claims and get to roleplaying with this lovely character (it totes helped that you have Lightning as a FC~ ;D)