Imogen

[*Esfir]

Basic Information
Name: *Laughter ensues*
Aliases: Smokey, Imogen.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 21
Profession: Breaks down the walls of perception and good taste via theft.
Languages: Common, Uncommon.
Accent: French

Physical Information
Height: 6'
Weight: 100lbs
Body build: Skinny to athletic
Skin type: Smooth
Hair style: Weird
Scars: Wrists, forearms.
Tattoos: A black furred fox on her cheek, given to her during her childhood.

Colouring:

Hair: Black
Eyes: Chestnut
Skin: Fair


Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic-chaotic.
Philosophy: "Our life eez a drab drab place, it is the streaks of piss, the rivers of blood, and the oceans of people that make it worth living."
Deity/Beliefs: Follows any cause that is fleeting, illogical, and unnecessary.

Personality:
Depressed Romantic "Attempts to find the artful in any situation, fails."



Additional Information
Gear: A cigarette holder.
Jewelry: A wedding ring on her ring finger, the fake ruby is worn inwardly however,
Habbits/hobbies: Chain smoking brandy brandisher.
General Health: She is in good health outwardly, no doubt from her hobbies her innards are a mess.
Favorite Drink: Low class spirits in high class bottles.
Weaknesses: Addicted to company she hates, bad men, ugly women, and notorious drunkards. Some might call her mentally ill, there is often no outward reason for her mischief, though her own reasoning is that it is her own genius and potential that has been caged within circumstance so long it is overflowing from her and seeking it's own amusement.

[*Esfir]

Imogen's thoughts on: The Factions.

The Alhar:"They're close, very close."
Believer's of the Source:"They can't get it, even though it would set them free."
The Bleak Cabal:"Cheer up! It might never happen, then again it might."
The Doomguard:"Stop treading on my flowers!"
The Dustmen:"Pike off! When was the last time you heard a good zombie joke?"
The Fated:"Bet you can't swim with all that coin in your pocket, give. Now."
The Fraternity of Order:"*Laughter* I'm insane?"
The Free League:"All that effort, all gone."
Harmonium:"Bonk! Right?"
Mercykillers:"Monkey told, monkey do."
The Revolutionary League:"For best results: Poke."
The Sign of One:*Raises middle finger.*
The Society of Sensation:"It all tastes the same in the end, no?"
Transcendent Order:"Hahaha, If I acted before I thought?"
The Xaositects:"Add a teaspoon full of chaos."