Character Sheet; Prone to frequent updating

"...in a world of angels and demons, I am but a mortal..."

Name:

Susan Amian Gampre

Alias(s):

The Madam

Owner and Proprietor of the Sisters in Sin

Whore, Homewrecker, She of Debauchery

B/D:

Estimated 3 ADP, claims to be in her mid to late twenties.

Accompaniment:

The Madam is not a woman without an entourage of some type, but these days she mostly keeps the company of her streak of tigers. Loyal employees from her establishment often find themselves with the title of the Madam's Confidants, but such names are stricken from any record.

Current criminal record consists of:

Repeated accounts of prostitution, breaking and entering, public indecency, trespassing, affray in a public space, willful killing, in-human treatment and torture and illegal ownership of endangered wildlife.

Initially the Madam was introduced to the world at the ripe age of eighteen; She had spent two years prior getting business changes in order when she overthrew her mother - a notorious woman known as Tilda Gampre - in the Brothel world... Notorious for many reasons from the mistreatment of workers and her children to a poorly ran brothel -- But Tilda's worst charge by far is the willful selling and whoring of her children.

Susan's early efforts to spread the word of the reestablished Sisters in Sin came at the price of her time and dignity while socializing with the public by day and partying with scum by night. She was exposed to the darkest society had to offer and came out of many of those instances battered, bruised and with metaphorical blades in her back -- Or having shoved metaphorical blades into the backs of others.

She has inserted her fingers into multiple pies for tasting, endured hardships as any typical business proprietor would. She has seen the consequences of poor decisions, felt the weight of her people's lives on her shoulders and never once buckled beneath the pressure. Now, nearly a decade into her world of organized sin, the Madam has done as she always swore she would. Survived, rose an empire in the wake of every sacrifice made on her end.

The worst of her mood is oft shown through a cutting gaze and a consistent resting bitch face. The Madam never proclaims to be an approachable woman, but she is by no means a physically intimidating woman. In fact she is quite beautiful by human standards, with full lips usually painted red in her signature color, irises as stark as gold framed by thick lashes and oft set in a constant state of bedroom eyes. Her features are soft, despite her hardened exterior.

A slender neck with similar shoulders peek out from beneath thick, long brunette hair oft left to fall down the length of her back in romantic waves. A distinct hourglass curve to her otherwise killer womanly figure can be noted beneath her varying degrees of modest outfits -- Unbeknownst to the masses it is usually corsets which cinch her waist into that desirable curve. She is only always wearing heels of a minimum six inches to provide her five foot stature alittle more height, despite these unreasonably tall heel choices she walks with the expected grace and swagger of most whores, always excreting an air of sexuality and charm -- Often leaving a pungent redolence of spice and smoke in her wake.

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Additional knowledge for the general public:

She believes in peace among factions and has fought hard to categorize her place of business as a neutral standing for all walks of life. It helps that they are located in south western Pandaria, a continent ripe with it's forgiving wiles.

The Madam is renown for her love of big cats and has asserted very public efforts into decreasing poacher operations on an international scope. The young and adult animals saved are either handed over to rehabilitation centers or released straight into the wild following check ups -- Susan has spent plenty of her time learning the whims and wiles of wildlife, enough to determine what needs intervention and what doesn't.

Additionally, the Madam is an avid hunter. She, other locals and her tigers make it an annual endeavor to invest some time in hunting big game together across all of Pandaria to bring back to the mountain town home of the Sisters in Sin Brothel -- As a means to feed the locals with more than just their reliable source of fishing. The Madam does believe in hunting for survival, thus every piece of their kills gets utilized in some way.

The Madam is quite the fashionista. She has a personal tailor commissioned for her Brothel to put forth latest fashion trends with a twist of varying modesty to the designs for herself and her whores. She is always dressed to impress, and rarely is ever caught not in jewels or with a perfectly painted face.

The night life of the Sister's in Sin brothel this particular evening was abuzz with the usual energy for rebellious locals and thrill seeking tourists. The live entertainment of this evening was a local band with a synergetic effect, the combined brass and woodwind flutes made for a relaxing bit of noise to fill the pockets of silence throughout the room. Couples had been formed, group parties occurring here and there across the cushions and booths around the stage, doting and invested in simply living in the moment.

Towards the bar, however, it was couples in deep conversation. Impoverished lips sipping the nectar of liquid courage or engaging in the ritual of whispering their sweet nothings to one another. It was brilliant smiles and content expressions for the lot of them, all save for one maiden who stood aside the Lord, trying her best to push up on the magnetic visitor.

She stood somewhat stiffly at the individual's side, her taller stature lacking in muscle mass or marred skin earned through of troubled times. She looked every bit as soft as she presented to be, dreamy curls falling in loose rings shaping her heart face. A fine layer of makeup altered her lip and eyeshadow colors, the blue tone of her eye lids offering a pop of color. Her chosen ensemble is a silk Pandaren patterned shirt with it's loose hem tucked down beneath the waistband of a short skirt. Though the fashionable effort on her end was a matter of leaving the top four buttons unfurled, her shirt sitting loose on her shoulders and offering a cheeky peek at the top of a brown leather corset beneath her shirt which drastically cuts her waist tight and offered support to her chest. The shirt sits well enough to still cover her breasts, although pasties can be peeped with the right kind of movement or gestures.

The maiden currently seemed more so spurned by the remark of what sounded to be a preference on the the mind. A preference for which she stood no chance to meet the match of... She was by no means hard on the eyes, her provocative nature as obvious as half the whores in the Brothel -- But it stood to be believed she couldn't fill in the shoes of a Knight, or knightly figures.

Then... The knowledge of such an individual came to mind. One particular tall and dashing young man who'd captured the minds and eyes of the brothel employees and locals over the last couple of months. His frequent presence had made it easy to make a connection; Stories had spread amongst the employees all sourced from two fundamental truths:

2. One such beautiful Knightly figure had been seen being dragged while wounded up the stair case to a designated recovery room. But nothing had been heard of his condition since that day.

And then, for the first time in her exchange with the comely Lord, the maiden became hyper aware that some kind of business had potential to play out -- And what was the Brothel if not a place to sell secrets as service?

"Prefer yourself something alittle tall, lean and strong with a penchant for that holier-than-thou aura? Now... Do you mean that literally, someone in full Knightly regalia? Or just someone who fits that preferred aesthetic?" she inquires gently, a twinge of central Westfallian twang heard in the layers of her flirtatious quip. She knew something. It wasn't hard to determine that the woman was holding back to some degree.

The whore's dark brown eyes make quick work to inspect the second story banister for the Madam, curious if her common seating area to supervise the on goings within the Brothel was empty or not this evening. The long nights had proven too frequent as Susan was ever predictable, sitting upon a lounge chaise and watching the debauchery of the main floor with an empty stare, strewn out comfortably. It was potentially a sensitive situation she could be implicating the Knight for, something that would cause unnecessary drama in the Brothel -- And that was a risk she was willing to take. Or atleast... To negotiate over.

"By the by, who's askin', gorgeous?" The whore then purrs, leaning into the bar with her pretty eyes taking in the Lord's stature, "You looking for trouble, or fun?"

@titanicmight