Player: Brittlby
Name: Marguerite Rouge Duexperes, L'Enfant de la poudre noire. The Black Powder Child. (Also know as "Back from the dead red" and Pistolet Chuchoteur)
Age: 26
Species: Canine
Gender: F
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 118
Profession: Ex-Gunnery Chief and Pistolet Chuchoteur beneath the Fleur banner, Currently Gunsmith and Bitch in Charge of the Cannons. The major difference between the former and current is considerably less saluting and considerably more hot wax.
Specific skills: Extensive expertise in firearms and munitions use. One of the most sought after gunsmiths in her homeland, she is noted for her unnatural attention to detail regarding her weaponry. Expert in maritime law and accountancy... She also worked as a dancing wench for a few months for pocket money, and was noted for her flexibility.
Likes: Black powder (mostly the smell, though she has been known to occasionally ingest it blended with opiates), tobacco, pears, open flames ranging from candles to bonfires, and cinnamon on skillet fried tomato.
Dislikes: Military or aristocrat men, rain or being wet, being restrained or caged, children (particularly her younger siblings)
Personality: Duexperes has a cheery viciousness about her, almost a childish ruthlessness. Duexperes has a passion for firearms that is at times unsettling. Frequently found to be having conversations with them, she is often thought to be something of an odd duck. Despite her oddity, she seems to bear a close kinship on an almost spiritual (and carnal) level, hence the joking title her crewmates gave her during her imperial sailing days, Pistolet Chuchoteur, the Gun Talker.
She rarely uses her first name, preferring to be called Mademoiselle Duexperes by all but her close friends. They are given the privilege of using her middle name, Rouge. Obsessive compulsive and meticulous as only someone who frequently works with black powder can be, she is exceptionally observant of her surroundings, and can measure distances by sight alone with a remarkably small margin of error.
A sociopath and frequent abuser of narcotic substances, she often has a distant quality about her as if the details of this world are sharing equal time with her drug induced hallucinations. A loving sadist, she has been known to enjoy torturing her partners with denial of pleasure more often than any sort of pain. She has a particularly wide loyal streak when indebted, and so she is viciously protective of the Captain who once saved her life, despite her being a feline.
History: The circumstances of Marguerite Rouge Duexperes' conception and birth are wild, ridiculous and impossible. They are also entirely true.
Her mother was newly wed to a Baron Valmonte of the Fleur Empire. It was widely known that his affections ran somewhat more masculine, but it was unseemly for him to be seen clutching the dainty hand of a young boy as he came to the court of the Empress. And so, an arrangement was made, loveless emotionally and physically, for the two to wed.
The tale is largely unremarkable so far... but it does not remain so. Baron Valmonte had a bad habit of inserting himself into the husbands of much less forgiving wives than his own and so, he often found himself forced against his will to duel ex-lovers who were also forced against their will to defend the honor of their sullied wives who demanded satisfaction.
In fact, the duels were such a frequent occurrence, one could almost set their watch by them.
And so it came to pass, one day he found himself walking the paces with a career military man, Monsieur LeCroix, noted for his skill with the pistol. This did not bode well for Valmonte, who was a middling shooter at best. Valmonte, drunk at the time, had the brilliant idea to turn and fire at 9 paces rather than 10.
The pistol was fired and the shot off as the marksman was still in the middle of turning about. Known for his skill with a pistol, LeCroix was secondarily known for the size of his "other" weapon. The drunken shot of the Baron sailed unerringly past Monsieur LeCroix, grazing the bulge of his pants before whizzing past to embed itself in the abdomen of his goodly wife, the Baroness Valmonte. The crowd rushed in equal parts to tend to the wounded Baroness as she clutched her belly and to the wounded marksman who clutched his manhood.
After a long recovery, four months later, the Baroness Valmonte found that though they had removed the bullet... something of the incident had remained. Impregnated by iron shot, she jokingly christened her daughter "Duexperes" for her two fathers, Monsieur LeCroix and the Baron's dueling pistol. Technically the offspring of a cuckold, Marguerite was raised by Monsieur LeCroix and his wife, as the Valmonte's had less use for a child than they did for each other.
With three older siblings, much to Marguerite's chagrin, Monsieur LaCroix's remaining testicle worked over time through her childhood, and by the time she was twelve, she had an additional six younger siblings.
She always had an interest in his pistols, even from a young age. Days were whittled away as she cleaned and played with his collection while no one was around. When she was first allowed pocket money, she began her own collection. This was slow and tedious going, buying guns with her ten coin a month allowance.
She found it was much easier to work with the local smith in her spare time in exchange for parts and powder. The relationship took on an entirely different dynamic when she hit puberty, one which saw her wall soon covered in various firearms. At the age of sixteen, she received what she had been requesting of her birth parents for almost twelve years, the Valmonte dueling pistols.
Beautifully engraved dual brass barrels with ivory handles inlaid with silver filigree. Rouge would never be so cruel to tell Monsieur LeCroix, because it is ever so rude to play favorites amongst family, but still she loved the pistol just a tiny bit more between her two fathers.
The next five years were less remarkable as she was enlisted as a gunsmith and cannon operator by the desperately strapped navy. Taking to the work rather well, she was relieved to find that on the open sea, even in the ranks of the Fleur military... deviance was common place. Her oddity was actually quite mild compared to some of the dangerous pleasures enjoyed by her superiors.
Her tenure with the Navy was cut suddenly short when a goodly portion of the crew fell ill with plague. She and ten other poor souls were forced over the edge of the bow to swim for their lives to a nearby island, lest they infect the rest of the crew. Rouge does not frequently speak of it, but it is widely known she has a bullet or fifty with her Ex-Captain's name on it.
The only one to pull through despite the illness and harsh conditions, she was found three weeks later by a pirate vessel under the command of Whiskey O'Tail. The rest as they say is history. Picking up a host of vile habits and psychosis from her fellow pirates, Rouge would be lying if she said she'd never been happier.
