Name: Datura Race: Gerudo Gender: Female Age: 31 Place of Origin: Forsaken Fortress Profession: Performer (far eastern dancer and singer) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral ---Rupees: 143 PWC: 2/1/5 Favourite Treasure Fields: Control, Sound, Traits: Wall Kick Business Bonus Treasure Treasures: Profession lv.4 Calm Weather Aroma Ring Song of Healing Red Rupee Kinstone Piece --- Appearance: There is little Datura wants for. The pass of time has treated her like well-kept wine, her matured exotic features adding to her charm rather than marring it. She’s at her prime, a late bloomer but a swan instead of an ugly duckling after all. Her shorter than usual but curvaceous figure has seen no better days, athletically toned and clad in warm, deeply tanned skin. Slender, long-lashed eyes of vibrant molten gold, smile out over the rim of her veil. The plump lips are always curled and gleam their teeth by habit. Dimples sit naturally in her cheeks below the high cheekbones and either side of the straight, typical Gerudo nose. Her eyebrows are plucked straight, their luscious, deep red flowing in all its glory in loose waves of thick hair seen gushing down her back. Jewels and gold in the form of everything from elaborate belled chains to lavish earrings outmatch the usual amount of decoration for a Gerudo. Matching their luxury Datura tends to wear loose and sometimes transparent fabrics, layers the silks and veils to emphasise and tease her form. When she moves they trail and float, enveloping her like a blooming flower in water. She favours going barefoot but isn’t foolish enough to traverse uncomfortable landscapes without at least a pair of pointed slip-on slippers with solid soles. Personality: Discord, violence and bloodshed: lifelong targets of Datura’s loathing. Raised in a fetid environment of ruthless criminals has allowed her to see some of worst and most brutal actions of humanity, reeling her stomach with ill-bearing ever since she was a child. She could never be forced into their brutal ways, so instead Datura developed her own techniques of handling raids: ‘persuasion’. Datura is a notorious fox. She’ll rob you blind and keep you alive but at the cost of any shred of pride you possess. She knows her way around men as if they’re rabbits – prey – playing to their weaknesses and polishing their ego in an intricate dance of hollow deception. She lies as often as she reapplies her lipstick. She manipulates with the same amount of guilt she has when eating a pudding: brief, fickle and too often thwarted by bigger, more pressing desires. Datura makes use of her goddess-gifted assets and hard sweat-earned skills to steal rupees right out from other people’s pockets and make them love it all the while. Morals? She may avoid violence whenever she can but apart from that she doesn’t have much else to abide by. Men are toys. Children are treasures. Women are either avid fans or bitchy nuisances. It’s either love or loathe with Datura, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. The past is dead. Tomorrow is too late. Datura lives in the now with everything she’s got, passionate and relentless, adoring the attention and splashing her rupees on every indulgence the instant impulse bites. It’s a wonder how she’s survived so well until now with so little apparent care. But that’s the bitter, dark truth inside it of all: she hardly does. With trust something she’s never known and with too many (largely emotional) stinging scars to handle, Datura is drunk on the present with all her effort put into not sobering up. She lives intensely and selfishly. Though every week or two she always sends of a mysterious package of earnings… Background: Technically speaking, the Forsaken Fortress is Datura’s home, born and raised there up until the age of twenty. It’s a past she’d rather forget and never speaks of. Her training was a brutal, rancid ordeal that lasted an emotional eternity, stripped of the innocence of childhood before she scarcely even got to know what it was. When she met her first love upon one of the countless ships her crew had ambushed, the desire to break free of her inherit corruption started to bubble and boil. Disgust at her kin and their monsters steadily grew. Reluctance to take part in their schemes became almost impossible to bear. Punishment became a daily routine, whether it was mental or physical. If she refused to join the latest raid? Whipped. If she did the raid? More people died. There seemed to be no way out. In the end, when she grew old enough and conscious enough, Datura developed the only technique she knew of to allow things to move along more smoothly: she became a fox, a red-haired Keaton. As her assets developed so did her cunning and flirtatious techniques. It didn’t take long for her to earn a name for herself. Teased as she was for her soft-heartedness more often than not Datura managed to collect bigger loot than her sisters and creatures-at-arms. It was slower, sure. But the important thing was that no-one got badly hurt, or worse yet, killed. Time passed and it all became routine. That is until she took apt advantage of one poor soul on a solo raid. Datura bewitched the sailor with everything she had, earning the promise of escape from her wretched ‘home’ at the exchange of some delightful company and entertainment. With her knowledge of her sister’s routines, the Gerudo guided the man and his small vessel safely to the shores of Hyrule’s upper half. Since then Datura has been making an earning through entertainment at every venue possible. Beauty matched with her skill of song and dance allows her survive on a decent-enough income, though she can (and often does) ‘discover’ rupees by targeting easy men too. Notable Relations: Remei, daughter (PLAYED CHARACTER) Equipment: A folded, coloured pictograph of her daughter, tucked inside either her choker of the time or discreetly within the strips of fabric which wrap her chest in the style of a halter neck. A range of standard cosmetics, clothing, and a wealth of (often costume) jewellery are safely stored within whatever inn room she is currently staying at. She has no real home as such so hops from place to place as she sees fit, trying her best to travel light. You may sometimes find a red lipstick within her daily possession and of course a purse to collect her incomings: an embroidered & perfumed little bag with a drawstring, usually also stored on the garter alongside her dagger. --- Threads: What a Pleasant Ferry Ride [COMPLETE] A Birthday Surprise [COMPLETE] Where the Snakes Live An Uneventful Journey's Beginning? True Monsters One and the Same Saints Make the Worst Sinners---
Alright, your math checks out, so Datura's approved! Revealing stuff later on is fine (since it's hard to predict how characters develop haha), as long as it fits in with site canon, but I'm sure that'll be okay c:
