Name: Elizabeth "Bitsy" Rose Hobbs
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110lbs
Hair: Long, chestnut brown, wavy, frizzy
Eyes: Ocean blue
Skin Tone: Porcelain pale
Appearance: Bitsy is a thin, sprig of a woman. She embodies that boyish shape becoming popular in this era with little curve and small breasts. She dresses in usually decadent, showy, and
showy outfits. Her lips are usually painted bright red and her eyes lined in darkly colored shadow to make her blues pop. her hair is typically worn up to give the long locks the illusion of being in the short bobbed style that has become popular.
Likes: Pearls, perfume, soft couches, seafood, warm and sunny days, partying, drinking, smoking, a man in a fine suit, and mischief.
Dislikes: Humidity, facial hair, needlepoint, debt, weak coffee, carrots, illusions and falsehood (especially pertaining to mystics), housework, and ripped hose.
Skills:- Clairvoyance
- Communicating with and seeing the dead
- Charm and wit, using her feminine wiles
- Empathy
- Getting into trouble
- English, French, and Latin
Brief History: - Born on Aug. 4th to a Mr. Ferdinand Hobbs and Mrs. Rose Hobbs.
- Strange baby who giggles at nothing or cries for no reason.
- Spends many of her early years growing up in a boarding school in England.
- Gets into loads of trouble for imaginary friends. Like the lady with the bloody arms or the man with no head. Learns not to talk about these things.
- Comes back an accomplished lady.
- Spends a few years with her parents. Mother trying to marry her off, father trying to hold on tightly to his only child.
- The Great War starts. Her father joins up and so does she as a nurse.
- For about one horrid year she works to keep men alive as they die beneath her hands. Sometimes she had trouble telling who is alive or dead. Writes it off to others as stress.
- At last, war is over and she returns home without her father who has died at the Somme.
- Mother is in bad shape, refuses to eat. Grows sicker and sicker.
- Eventually she too passes.
- For a year and a half she grieves, alone in the world.
- Comes back to the modern day to learn that her father had made millions in the war.
- Starts investing, earning more. Partying and playing the socialite.
- 1921 she grows bored of this life and decides to start up her own detective agency.
Miss Hobbs replaced the beautiful mother of pearl listening device back onto its matching carriage. It was of the French design and matched the very modern white and black decor of her penthouse home. There were hints of pastels here and there in furniture, painting, or drapery but she preferred to keep it for the most part quite stark.
She had just finished her last phone call with the potential candidates. She was awed that so many would be willing to work under an inexperienced lady detective. Opening up a pack of Lucky Strikes, she approached the window to watch the world below scrabble about. Among the living, she saw the dead. Sometimes it was heartbreaking to see a mother scream at her son as he works himself to the bone. Her tears as she begs him to relax lest he joins her too soon. Things like this chewed at her and she quickly shook her head to rid herself of the memory.
Rubbing a hand over her face she turned back to the room and sat behind the desk. Bitsy lit her cigarette and began pouring over her notes, carefully searching the words and the feelings she’d felt over the phone. Lovingly she touched each name and let herself get a sense of their futures. Who would be a good fit? After giving her cigarette a good puff she called out,
“Mister Foley.”“Yes Miss?” He was in the office within seconds. Foley was a tall, slender man with sharp features and a countenance that surely would have once been extremely handsome.
“I think we’ll need some good champagne, do you think you could check my stock and see what is available? I think we should have a little party to celebrate when my crew comes together.” She flashed a toothy and charming smile.
“As you wish.” He returned the smile before sweeping from her office.
Bitsy leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk like she had seen in a silent picture once. It was rather uncomfortable for her short frame so she brought her heeled feet back to the ground, and picked up the newspaper instead. It was now she saw her advertisement in the paper. They had shortened it! She paid good money for that ad. Bitsy pursed her lips and tossed the paper aside. No wonder so many had applied. None of them knew they’d be working for a woman. She pushed back from the desk and left the office.
“I look forward to meeting you all in person,” she said to the papers on the desk and turned off the lights.
“What a surprise it will be for all of us.”Color Code: E6C2FF
Theme Song: Rhapsody in Blue - George Gershwin - Fantasia 2000