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Name:Francesca Warwick
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Age: 27
Birthday: April 20, 1792 (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: British (African descent)
Birth Place: West Indies
Residence: England
Gender: Female
Education: Tutored. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic.
Income Source:
- Investments, Brothel Madame.
Native Language: English, Spanish

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 127 lbs
Build: Fit, Curvy
Eyes: Dark Brown, Piercing
Hair: Dark Brown, wavy, waist length
Skin Tone: Tan/Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Blotched burned scar in a shape of an "L" on her left shoulder blade. A few scars and gashes on her arms and abdomen.
Personal Style: Frances, more or less, has a preference for finery, dark colors and velvet silks. As a brothel madam, she is accustomed to dress herself ‘gallantly’, befitting her profession. From jewelries, dresses and corsets, otherwise she dresses up quite sensibly. She will don over a hooded cape when she's out for a morning stroll or if she means to hide her weapons underneath.

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Tough-minded * Cynical * Opportunistic * Acquisitive * Protective * Unforgiving

Sexuality: Shamelessly Bi.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:



Habits:
- Unawarely nipping her thumb when deep in thought

Hobbies:
- Playing cards/ Gambling
- Taking an early morning stroll
- Collecting seashells

Fears:

• Losing everything she had worked for.
• Harm upon her girls, her only family.
• Succumbing to madness.

Likes:

• Perfumes
• Shiny things (gems, jewelries and the like)
• Moments of peace and quiet
• Arithmetics
• Wine
• Sunrise.
• Nature

Dislikes:

• Abusive authority
• Men who think they control/ are above everything
• Injustice
• Soulless
• Pressured into conformity
• False hopes. Being lied to.

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General Skills:

• Country Knowledge(England)
• City Knowledge (London)
• Court Etiquette
• Ballroom Dancing
• Reading
• Language (Spanish)
• Deception
• Seduction (street)
• Leadership
• Disguise
• Bribing
• Pistol

Trained Skills:

• Musa - Local language of the West Indies; a mixing of African and Caribbean languages that has sprung up by the locals over the last three hundred years.
• Chane - Ability to create a Pentaone Box and utilize it
• Busarah - Skill required to create an item that can be used to damage an intended target at any distance by inflicting damage to said item. Item must contain something personal of the intended target
• Amani - South American Martial Art that refocuses damage taken and redirects it towards in the form of strikes towards the opponent; original damage is still taken but adds to the next strike towards one opponent
• Taabu - Ritual technique used to draw back a soul after it has been separated from the body by fear
• Nyo - Art of the Shadow, the use of darkness and stealth to move unnoticed

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing -
• Dual daggers on her left-side hip
• Holstered pistol on her right
• Hand bag containing coins
• A tiny glass bottle of rosy perfume
• Handkerchief. Rosy smell.
• Peppermint leaves

Residence:

• A wardrobe of clothing, dresses, shoes, jewelries etc
• Assorted materials for skills related crafting; herbs, dried bones etc.
• Rolled papers/ scrolls neatly kept in a woven basket
• A small weapons rack containing knives, hooks.
• A bookshelf, manuals during her training years
• Ornate, wooden vanity, with a bunch of womanly essentials.
• Spare pistol
• About 40 rounds of bullets
• An old wooden rosary, kept in a small case in a drawer under her neatly folded clothes.
• A torture chamber hidden behind the bookcase.
• Messenger bird; A crow named Bavmorda.

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Family History:


Your personal life:

Frances was four years old when she vividly witnessed her mother's death. Richard pushed her mother down to kneel in front of the then child Francesca, to make her watch every detail of what was to happen. Behind her mother's pleading sobs to look away, without even letting her draw a last breath she was shot from behind the head. Sadly, that mangled image of her mother was the only memory she had of her.

Her life really began when the Warwick's took her in. Her mother was a loyal slave to the Warwicks until she conspired to escape together with a handful of others. After they were caught, they were shot one by one, a way to put the others in place, as how Richard would put it. Richard couldn't care less about the young Frances, but his wife wished to adopt the child and so they did.

For the rest of her life she lived in privilege, and like any normal girl in a wealthy white family, she was well provided, groomed, tutored and disciplined. Though the Warwicks were never known for their genuine kindness. Whilst living under the Warwicks she was mainly a servant first, and a daughter second. Frances was relatively close to some of the slaves, though most of them thought of steering clear from her direction to avoid trouble. One of them, a once close friend of her late mother, was a practitioner of the West Indian arts. The young Frances was instantly fascinated, and after a few meetings she asked to be mentored. In the morning she would attend to her duties and as dawn came she would sneak out of her bedroom window and out to the woods where the slaves would gather for training, a routine she would follow for the next several years.

Years later things took a turn for the worst for the Warwicks. While Richard faced bankruptcy, the servants saw it an opportunity and revolted against their master. Avoiding all that sordid mess, they left Cuba and sailed back to London. The next two years took a toll on Richard well being, and sooner he became unstable and more violent than he ever was. After an intense argument, that is when he grabbed Frances by the neck and strangled her in a fit of rage. In the midst of the struggle Frances grab hold of the kitchen knife and stabbed him repeatedly, not being able to stop till his blood flooded the lacquered floor. When his wife walked in to his husband's lifeless body and Frances with a knife in hand, she did not give a single blink of reaction. She simply looked down on her dead husband in her usual elegant, uncaring demeanor, "Good riddance" was all she muttered. Later that night they wrapped his body in a potato sack and buried him under the rose garden.

Selma passed a year later. Frances was left out of the will, the fortune was instead given to a cousin living in the colonies. Being left with nothing but the clothes behind her back, she had to fend for herself. Even though she had a degree of educational background not everybody was comfortable in hiring a woman, let a lone a colored one. There was no other place for a woman like her to find a decent paying job, and that's why the moment she showed her face at The Glimmeric she was instantly hired. The place was a cesspit of sin, immoralities and opium, and a then innocent Frances thought she had seen and experienced the worst. There were countless times she had wished to leave that place, but where else could she go?

The old madame, Helga was a wicked woman. She wouldn't care how her girls were treated, and badly they were, as long as the money kept flowing her way. Frances drew the line when one of the girls, a friend of her was viciously beaten to death by an unsatisfied customer, a spoiled nobleman brat who could get away with anything. He was a regular at The Glimmeric, and all the girls could agree he was vile and abusive. Julianne was payed for the loss the same night, without so much as care for the poor dead girl. Frances wanted justice, and the next evening she gathered with a few girls for an elaborate revenge plan. Long story short, the girls rounded up the lone man who killed their friend, beat him half dead in the alley and later that night poisoned the Madame's tea that gave her a near fatal stroke. Nobody suspected a thing, or maybe none could've cared. Or the constable under investigation bribed much too handsomely.

Being someone who is educated, and backed up by the voting majority, Frances took over the Brothel. She did so with respect for the girls and their personal welfare. Rules had been set up, customer screenings were done regularly and instilling proper hygiene and health care for the girls. They learn to survive, stick together as they work better as a collective more than ever. Though it is true that prostitution is greatly stigmatized by the society, Frances sees to it that one day women will be treated equally and earn a great value of respect. Having a place where they can rule, control and be who they want to be is a better start than any.

What you want for your life:
Frances is an idealist at heart, she dreams of the day where people would throw away the normative and immuring ideas of women in her time. Why do they have to be stuck in a cult of domestication if they don't want to be? And be owned, controlled like a man's personal property? She wanted to see an age of an unbiased society, to women and colored folks alike, though she herself knows they still have a long way to go in having that dream become a reality. Taking one step at a time however, she currently plans on building boarding houses for troubled young women, providing shelter and a safe haven for them.

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Character Quote(s):
" The world may never see it's true virtue, if they continue to put us in shackles."
" Do not let fear hold you from enjoying the moment."
" Honestly, I don't have much use for men the likes of you."
" Ay Dios mío."
Theme Song:



Anything Else: - Cargast
- Doris the alcoholic momma bear
- The Warwicks are a catholic household. You could say Frances is once (but at times, is) catholic.

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