Character Description: Name:
Lean and athleticHeight
5'8", 'all legs'Skin tone:
Pale base with a significant tanHair color:
Black, nearly reaching her waistBreast/cock size:
Medium, unusually perkyAppearance
No doubt about it, Edie has a dancer's body. Everything about her is lean and trim, with faint but noticeable muscle definition; the kind that indicates they get plenty of use, but do little heavy lifting. Her legs are exceptionally long, dominating a large portion of her figure. Because of this, she is rather short-waisted, which only serves to accentuate the curve between her waist and hips.
She is rather vain about her hair, and spends far too much of her money on expensive oils to ensure that it is always especially shiny and pleasant-smelling.
Edie's skin is actually much paler than her dark hair might suggest, but it receives so much sun exposure that it would take a very long time indoors before it returned to its natural tone.
Her eyes are a striking seafoam green.Personality
Edie tends to come off as the last person one would find working as an exotic dancer. While she's aware that she is attractive, she is generally very uncomfortable being told so, and often feels like she is only appreciated for her physical form.
Her choice of profession only serves to exacerbate this, but the simple fact is that dancing is one of the only activities that she finds truly enjoyable, and she comes from a place where the only professional dancers are of the exotic variety. While she could probably find some other way to support herself, dancing is the only thing that she considers herself exceptional at, so she has accepted the fact that taking her clothes off is just part of the job.
Edie is quick to learn new things, but is horrible at thinking on her feet, so she finds that the best way to get out of trouble is to avoid getting into it in the first place. Similarly, Edie believes that confrontation only leads to problems, and so she is more than happy to swallow her pride and act like a brainless stripper if it can keep her out of harm's way.
While she is more than comfortable undressing for strangers, she is generally bad at meeting new people, so the only people who ever get to see 'off the clock Edie' are her closest personal friends.Background
Edie is and always has been a city dweller. Hailing from one of the largest metropolitan areas in her home world, she grew up among the hustle and bustle of the city; hearing sounds at all hours of the night, merchants selling anything and everything that someone could possibly want to buy (both legal and illegal), being taught that specific parts of the city should never be entered without an extremely good reason, criminals smart enough to pass for law-abiding folk...
Though that isn't to say that she is unable to live in the wilderness - many of the techniques, strategies, and habits that allow one to flourish in a big city also apply to the woods, assuming one is willing to be satisfied with what food can be foraged rather than hunted.
Edie - Edivra to her parents (though she won't respond if anyone else calls her that) - grew up in a typical household for the city in which she grew up. Her parents weren't particularly wealthy - her father working as cloth merchant and her mother working as a local healer - but they were well-off enough that Edie was never forced to deal with the roughest inhabitants of the city. Of course, their level of wealth meant that she never got to experience the greatest pleasures that the city had to offer, either.
As she got older, she began to wander - as children are often wont to do - and she became intimately familiar with the neighborhoods around where she lived. The more of the city she became familiar with, the bolder she became, until eventually she was exploring the richest districts where it was obvious she didn't belong as well as the seedy underbelly that her parents had expressly told her to stay away from. It wasn't long before she was on speaking terms with rich nobles, dirty beggars, and unscrupulous criminals. However, though many people of the city knew of
her, she never felt like anyone actually knew
her. She always felt as though she lacked that defining characteristic that would make her someone of note, rather than just 'that girl who comes around sometimes'.
Then, finally, as an early teenager, she came across the something she was so overwhelmingly interested in that she was barely able to think of anything else. During one of her explorations, she happened upon a group of travelling performers. Such people weren't exactly uncommon in the city, but this particular group hailed from a distant country where various forms of dance were considered high art, and where there were people who dedicated their lives to perfecting such arts and learning as many different varieties as possible. However, the city generally looked upon dance with disfavor - the most notable citizens found it a distasteful art form, and preferred more 'civilized' ones, such as sculpture and drama.
Edie went back to watch the dancers nearly every day, until they eventually left to find another place to perform. Search as she might, Edie was unable to find anyone in the city who treated dance in the same manner as the troupe. So, working only from memory, Edie set about teaching herself. Alas, such endeavors can only take one so far, and eventually she reached a point where she was unable to improve further without finding someone who better than herself who could provide more formal instruction. Edie searched and searched, asking everyone who would listen, but only managed to find one type of place where dance was given more than a passing thought; brothels and burlesque halls.
Despite how uncomfortable their particular
forms of dance made her, Edie continually told herself that it was only a temporary solution; a means of acquiring enough money to leave the city in pursuit of a real dancing instructor and people who would appreciate her art for what it really was. But life found a way to muss up her plans, as it often does. As her parents got older, their deteriorating health made it more and more difficult for them to continue working, and Edie had to use nearly all of her earnings in order to support them. All the while, her parents had no idea what she did for money, and she was too embarrassed to tell them the truth.
Edie's father passed in the first week of her 20th year, and her mother soon followed, the heartbreak of losing her husband hurrying her already failing health. With nothing left to keep her in the city, Edie became determined to find a way to finally follow her dreams. She had already become a master of several types of dance... Just not the ones she wanted.Writing Sample/Prologue"I'm telling you, this is a bad idea. Like... A really bad idea..."
Edie hissed at her friend Vara. Vara was a regular dancer at one of the burlesque halls that Edie frequented, and was in the process of teaching Edie some new techniques. Like many exotic dancers, though, Vara had a tendency to get herself involved in things that she shouldn't, and tonight was a particularly prime example. Edie hitched up her skirt - a scandalously short number decorated with coins, chains, and scales. It was supposed
to jingle pleasantly when she danced, but hurrying down a dark alley it made her more noticeable than a drunken knight in full chain mail."Shhh! It'll be fine, I'm telling you." Of course
Vara thought it would be fine; she
was wearing light, floaty, silent
silks. Not to mention Vara had had so many run-ins with the city guard that she was on speaking terms with half of them, and of the other half, it was a rare one who couldn't be 'convinced' to let her go. Edie was no stranger to the guards, either, but she was significantly more averse to 'bribing' them, as Vara so eloquently put it. The only thing that kept her following her friend was the promise of coin, and - assuming Vara wasn't exaggerating - quite a lot of it. They didn't even have to do anything illegal, really,
just look pretty and provide an enticing enough distraction that Vara's 'acquaintances' could make off with pocket- and arm-fulls of valuables.
Hopefully - whatever they were planning on stealing - her share would be enough to get her passage out of the city and a few months' worth of lodging. She really had no idea how long it would take to establish herself as a legitimate performer. Sure, her current occupation was always an option, but Edie wanted to make money for being a wonderful dancer, not for being a beautiful girl who happened to dance as she undressed. Edie didn't hate being an exotic dancer, though. Dancing was the only time she ever really felt confident in herself, and after the first few weeks she no longer cared that undressing was part of all her routines. The praise she had heaped on her for being beautiful wasn't bad, either. But it still wasn't the same as what had so captivated her when she was younger; the dancers who moved in a way that made them look something other than human. Something capable of movement that no human could even dream of. A virtuoso whose instrument was his or her own body.
"'Don't worry, Edie,' she said. 'It'll be fine,' she said. I'm never listening to you again."
Edie hissed at Vara as the guards opened her cell and led her out by the arms. Every few years, on a specific festival day, the city selected a 'champion' to be sent through a mysterious - and most certainly magical - portal that opened for a few moments at midnight. Normally the champions were selected from the eldest children of the noble families, but this year the father of the champion selected regaled the city with a tale of how Edie had 'selflessly and courageously volunteered so that no parents need lose a child forever'. The truth was somewhat different. Edie had been given two choices - lose a hand, or be the year's champion. Since there was a rather small market for one-handed exotic dancers, Edie had taken the other choice.
Well, at least she'd finally managed to get out of the city...Ons/Offs
Open to most anything that comes up in CoC. Except those worm swarms. Furries are low on the list, but are still definitely acceptable in plenty of cases.Character Sheet: High Concept
Self-conscious exotic dancerTrouble
- Instinct to performAspects
- I am disturbingly flexible and have incredible balance. It's part of why I'm such a good dancer.
- I am rather socially awkward and often don't behave the way others expect someone in my profession to behave.
- I am human.Approaches
Careful - 2
Clever - 1
Flashy - 3
Forceful - 0
Quick - 1
Sneaky - 2Fate Points
Utilize Stereotypes: Because people often view exotic dancers as all beauty and no brains, I gain +2 when Flashily convincing someone that I'm harmless.
Strippers Don't Listen: Because people often carry on conversations as if I'm not there, once per chapter I am able to utilize a piece of that someone in my line of work wouldn't commonly know.
Dancer's Grace: Because of a combination of natural ability and years of training, I gain +2 when Flashily evading enemy attacks as long as I'm unencumbered.