Post by Madam Beatrice Moreau on Feb 21, 2010 13:46:41 GMT -5
Name: Madame Beatrice Moreau, Owner
Age: 52
Gender: Female
Height: 5’9
Race: D’Angeline (L’Agnacite)
Home Province: L’Agnace
Appearance: Beatrice has soft, near honey blond hair that bares growing streaks of silver grey; almost always pulled back into bun, its not quite known how long it is. Though her hair still shows signs of youth in its colour, it has become almost wiry and her hair line displays this with shorter, frayed hair that sticks out when it is humid. Her eyes are a steely blue/grey and framed by grey brows that seem to be consistently set in a hard line and never moving giving her a formidable stare. She rarely wears and sort of make up, and because of that you can both see her fleeting beauty, and her creeping age. At 52 she is still as lean and slender as she once was as a girl and still as tall, her posture very important to her and often an asset when dealing with costumers.
History/Personality: Beatrice was born to Cereus House; her mother and father had both been adepts who had served many years and had come together to produce House approved offspring. She suited the canon perfectly and was dedicated at the proper age. Neither an over achiever or a poor student, she excelled, but was never anything very important; perhaps it was because of this that she developed a rebellious streak. At nineteen she was still half way to completing her marque when she fell in love with a young sailor bound for La Serenissima. Deciding that life at the Night Court did not suit her, she impetuously ran off with the sailor without finishing her marque, leaving only a note behind. They married soon after and within the year she was with child, living a modest life in a foreign land. Sadly, six months after giving birth to her child, her husband was killed at sea and she was left with nothing. Her money gone, her house repossessed by the government, she was left with a starving child and nothing in her pocket. Deciding her only skill was to lay with men, she soon managed to scrape together enough money to buy passage home to Terre d’Ange and her and her babe made their way to the City of Elua. Knowing her only chance for survival was to return to the Night Court, she begged an audience with the Dowayne and asked her to take her back; the Dowayne refused and Beatrice was sent away. By luck, or fate, or perhaps just love, that soon after leaving Cereus House, that her mother found her and she told Beatrice she would help in some fashion. A few days later, Beatrice was set upon by the Dowayne, the Second, and her mother; they told her they would help her by taking her child and raising it in the Night Court. That Beatrice’s mother would claim the child was hers and the child would be raised in ignorance of its origins. Reluctantly she agreed, only trusting that at least the babe would have a happy life even if it had been lied to.
Beatrice’s life came to have a normal pattern in the sense that she found work where ever she could, she took up lodging in the South Borough, and lived as best she could despite the hole in her heart. Day by day she grew more and more jaded though, thinking of the child she had lost, growing to hate the Night Court and what it stood for. Completely separated from the only world she had ever known, she soon came to be a cruel person. It was in her mid thirties that she came to rely more heavily on the trade of sex and prostitution soon became her main form of income. Having prayed to Eisheth to close her womb for all time and make her barren so that she may never bare the pain of a child; she quickly became known through the streets of Nights Doorstep, and all manner of patron sought her out. She tried her hand at everything, opium, whips and chains, sensual massage, she styled herself to be better then those of the Night Court with her famous phrase “why pay for one house when you can get all thirteen”. It was in this time that she met a man for whom had grown a serious attachment to her, an older man of much wealth who enjoyed Beatrice’s cruelty and became so besotted he gave her so much coin she had no idea what to do with the money. It was one night in bed that this man called her his “queen of courtesans” that the idea came to her. Deciding that she needed more money, she convinced the man to marry her, and then suffocated him one night in his sleep. Without any real family to contend the man’s death, she was able to collect all his money and used it to open a bath house within the city.
Slowly but surely she rose in the ranks, though mostly in a hushed fashion. Her bath house became known for being a rough place, but filled with exotic woman, and all for a good price. For over a decade, Beatrice has been the Madam at the bath house, hiring woman and managing the business in a shrewd fashion. One would never know to look at her that she had once been a kind, sweet, innocent young girl from Cereus House. For the most part she is a neutral person, neither happy, nor sad, though one can see the constant edge of a hard life in the crease of her eyes when she squints or out right frowns. Though she is never quick to anger, she is quite fearsome when she is, and because of that is respected by her clients as well as her “girls”; one does not cross her. Most notably is that one does not call her by her name, its simply does not happen unless she invites you to do so. Known to most as The Madam, or my lady Madam, her common nickname amongst those that know Night’s Doorstep best is Queen of the Lesser Night Court.
Note: In the quiet of personal reflection, alone in the dark, she often still thinks about the child she never knew and the life she could have once had. Her personal goal is to create an empire that rivals the Night Court in hope of taking down the place that she blames for her own down ward spiral.