Angelina 'Madam Red' Durless
Player Information
Name: Annaykins
Age: 21
LiveJournal/E-Mail/AIM:
annie_chan //elvish_mistress(at)hotmail.com (MSN)//Annaykins (AIM)
Character Application
Name: Angelina Durless // Madam Red
Series: Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)
Age: Mid-Thirties
Gender: Female
Canon: Devil Food Cake
TIMELINE: Just before she refuses to kill Ciel.
CANON ABILITIES: A very scandalous socialite, an intelligent if not melancholy woman, a highly skilled doctor specializing in obstetrics and pediatrics, and a frenzied murderess if triggered. However she is mortal, very very mortal.
PERSONALITY:
The Queen of high society, Angelina 'Madam Red' Durless is flamboyant, flirtatious and foul-mouthed (at times). She attends classy dinner parties, mingles with the elite and laughs loud enough to cause irritated glares. She's highly outspoken, fond of teasing others and quite happy to grope a handsome man should the opportunity present itself. Quite ahead of her time, Angelina sets the fashion trend with her scandalous short hair, her penchant for wearing cosmetics and her daring clothing choices.
When she is not at dinner parties dressed completely in red, as her nickname suggests, she is a rare female doctor who loves caring for children and mothers. Angelina has quite the maternal streak in her, and she yearns for the affection only children can give. Women trust her with not only their lives but also the lives of their unborn children. She never misplaces their trust, and she revels in the joy children bring.
However there is a darker side, a much bloodier side to the youngest daughter of the Durless family. Due to her inability to bear children, Angelina gives no quarter when it comes to women who choose abortions. Prostitution was a common way of life for many unfortunate Londoners, but it is those who disregard the life growing within as not worthy to live whom Angelina detests the most. She detests them so strongly she judges them as unfit to live. With the blessing of a Grim Reaper she will hunt you down under the cover of night and rip out the organ she wishes still functioned in her; the organ whores abuse without a second thought; the organ you so defile.
She is a riot to speak to, friendly and darling and quite the life of the party. Beneath the glamour though, lies an underlying fragility since every scrap of joy in her life has been snatched from her. Angelina hides this with a devilish smile and a boisterous laugh. However, fall on her bad side and she will conspire to methodically take you apart, using her medical expertise to ensure you will not make the same mistake twice.
Angelina Durless; Madam Red; Jack the Ripper. Three sides to the one woman capable of smiling at you, flirting with you or killing you.
CANON HISTORY:
Always playing second fiddle, Where Rachel Durless was pale, pretty and fragile Angelina Durless was freckled, redhaired and bright. Throughout her childhood she felt she lived in her sister's shadow and instead of trying to compete for affection as girls were groomed to do, Angelina set about studying vigorously to become a doctor. It was a young, handsome Vincent Phantomhive whom complimented Angelina on the red hair she so detested. He gave her the scrap of self-confidence she had always denied herself. He taught her to embrace red. Soon she blossomed into a vivacious young lady resplendent in passionate red.
Though her first love married her beloved sister, Angelina was content to marry a kind man who understood he would never have her whole heart. She obtained a very rare license as a female doctor and began practicing. Life was pleasant. Pregnant and at peace with her new life, all was to change one fateful day when her husband shielded her from an out of control carriage. He died and the severity of her injuries forced the doctors to remove her womb and unborn child. Numb from loss, Angelina threw herself into her work despite everyone's insistence.
This very carriage accident sparked her intense hate of prostitutes and women who ask for abortions, believing them to be undeserving of the beautiful gift that is to bear life. When a woman who asked for an abortion one afternoon declared she couldn't care less about the unborn child, Angelina snapped and murdered her in a fit of rage. A Death God found her and struck a deal with her- Grell Sutcliff, masquerading as her clumsy butler by day and Jack the Ripper at night. The pair set about 'cleansing' London of unworthy women; Angelina driven by her broken body and jealousy, Grell driven by nothing but bloodlust.
It was her own nephew, orphaned in a fire and bound to a Demon, who unmasks her identity. The stage is set for the Final Act and Angelina must decide whether she will kill the only living reminder of her sister to continue as Jack the Ripper, or save him and redeem her life as Madam Red.
SAMPLES
LOG SAMPLE:
"Ill see you in a fortnight darling, you take care." I give the woman a warm embrace, my smile genuine. "And you, mister! You behave for your beautiful mummy, won't you dear?" I cooed at the babbling toddler, laughing as he grasps my finger and tries to stuff it in his mouth. When both mother and child had left the room, I finally let the smile mellow. Closing the door to my office, I now face the long task of filling out medical reports. I cannot say I truly detest it, for the routine has helped quell the ache in my heart many a time; the mundane task enough to distract me from the way my insides twist at the thought I could have had all this woman possessed. A bubbly child, rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed. I could have had a son like Ciel, with bright blue eyes- my sister's eyes. I could have had a daughter with golden hair like my husband. I had that chance and yet that chance too, like all else in my lonely life, was snatched away.
"Doctor Durless?" A voice outside my door proceeding a polite knock. I wipe my eyes, having never realized I had started to cry. Honestly, I need a better grip on this don't I? Can't be good for my profession if I'm too busy crying to notice my patients. There. Tears gone, smile back in place.
"Yes dear?"
"The next patient is ready to see you." Ah Jean, ever my friendly assistant. Next patient? An exhausted woman with an unattractive scowl. Ah. A Ladybird. You can't hide those bags under your eyes honey. I can smell the alcohol and cigarettes on you from here.
"How may I help?" There. My nicest voice.
"I want to get rid of it." Coat dropped to the floor, swollen belly exposed. Count to ten Angelina. Be professional Angelina. You can't afford to have Jean walk in and see a mangled corpse, oh no. Not when you've worked this hard to be this loved.
"Can you do it today? I wanna be rid of this thing. I have rent to pay and the boys don't want me knocked up." Don't bristle Angelina. Don't let your smile falter Angelina. "Look, lady can you help?"
"Oh yes. I most certainly can help, Miss. Right this way." Yes, that's right An. Do what she wants now. Don't cry when you remove that tiny life. Hold those tears, yes that's a good girl. Clean up. Help her catch a taxi home.
Then find her. Find her for Grell. Make her pay for her insolence.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
I met an angel this evening. Nothing like a Botticelli cherub with a halo of golden curls and rosy cheeks. No. An Angel of Caravaggio full of merciless justice. A warrior of God. An executioner who kills those deserving of God's wrath. He is my vision of red, my beautiful Bloody Juliet with teeth as sharp as his Scythe.
I love him now not in the way I loved Vincent or the Baron, not in the way I loved my sister and my family. I love him in that he completes me and stitches all that has fallen apart in my life. He sees the broken creature in me, the fragments of a frightened girl amidst all the glamour of high society. He loves me all the more for it.
I wear red for him and he wears red for me. Together we paint Whitechapel crimson under the glare of the moon and together we pray for these poor wretched souls who have turned away from God and the gift He has blessed them with. What we wouldn't give to have what they throw away so casually. But we make them pay, oh yes.
We make them pay.
.
Name: Annaykins
Age: 21
LiveJournal/E-Mail/AIM:
annie_chan //elvish_mistress(at)hotmail.com (MSN)//Annaykins (AIM)
Character Application
Name: Angelina Durless // Madam Red
Series: Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)
Age: Mid-Thirties
Gender: Female
Canon: Devil Food Cake
TIMELINE: Just before she refuses to kill Ciel.
CANON ABILITIES: A very scandalous socialite, an intelligent if not melancholy woman, a highly skilled doctor specializing in obstetrics and pediatrics, and a frenzied murderess if triggered. However she is mortal, very very mortal.
PERSONALITY:
The Queen of high society, Angelina 'Madam Red' Durless is flamboyant, flirtatious and foul-mouthed (at times). She attends classy dinner parties, mingles with the elite and laughs loud enough to cause irritated glares. She's highly outspoken, fond of teasing others and quite happy to grope a handsome man should the opportunity present itself. Quite ahead of her time, Angelina sets the fashion trend with her scandalous short hair, her penchant for wearing cosmetics and her daring clothing choices.
When she is not at dinner parties dressed completely in red, as her nickname suggests, she is a rare female doctor who loves caring for children and mothers. Angelina has quite the maternal streak in her, and she yearns for the affection only children can give. Women trust her with not only their lives but also the lives of their unborn children. She never misplaces their trust, and she revels in the joy children bring.
However there is a darker side, a much bloodier side to the youngest daughter of the Durless family. Due to her inability to bear children, Angelina gives no quarter when it comes to women who choose abortions. Prostitution was a common way of life for many unfortunate Londoners, but it is those who disregard the life growing within as not worthy to live whom Angelina detests the most. She detests them so strongly she judges them as unfit to live. With the blessing of a Grim Reaper she will hunt you down under the cover of night and rip out the organ she wishes still functioned in her; the organ whores abuse without a second thought; the organ you so defile.
She is a riot to speak to, friendly and darling and quite the life of the party. Beneath the glamour though, lies an underlying fragility since every scrap of joy in her life has been snatched from her. Angelina hides this with a devilish smile and a boisterous laugh. However, fall on her bad side and she will conspire to methodically take you apart, using her medical expertise to ensure you will not make the same mistake twice.
Angelina Durless; Madam Red; Jack the Ripper. Three sides to the one woman capable of smiling at you, flirting with you or killing you.
CANON HISTORY:
Always playing second fiddle, Where Rachel Durless was pale, pretty and fragile Angelina Durless was freckled, redhaired and bright. Throughout her childhood she felt she lived in her sister's shadow and instead of trying to compete for affection as girls were groomed to do, Angelina set about studying vigorously to become a doctor. It was a young, handsome Vincent Phantomhive whom complimented Angelina on the red hair she so detested. He gave her the scrap of self-confidence she had always denied herself. He taught her to embrace red. Soon she blossomed into a vivacious young lady resplendent in passionate red.
Though her first love married her beloved sister, Angelina was content to marry a kind man who understood he would never have her whole heart. She obtained a very rare license as a female doctor and began practicing. Life was pleasant. Pregnant and at peace with her new life, all was to change one fateful day when her husband shielded her from an out of control carriage. He died and the severity of her injuries forced the doctors to remove her womb and unborn child. Numb from loss, Angelina threw herself into her work despite everyone's insistence.
This very carriage accident sparked her intense hate of prostitutes and women who ask for abortions, believing them to be undeserving of the beautiful gift that is to bear life. When a woman who asked for an abortion one afternoon declared she couldn't care less about the unborn child, Angelina snapped and murdered her in a fit of rage. A Death God found her and struck a deal with her- Grell Sutcliff, masquerading as her clumsy butler by day and Jack the Ripper at night. The pair set about 'cleansing' London of unworthy women; Angelina driven by her broken body and jealousy, Grell driven by nothing but bloodlust.
It was her own nephew, orphaned in a fire and bound to a Demon, who unmasks her identity. The stage is set for the Final Act and Angelina must decide whether she will kill the only living reminder of her sister to continue as Jack the Ripper, or save him and redeem her life as Madam Red.
SAMPLES
LOG SAMPLE:
"Ill see you in a fortnight darling, you take care." I give the woman a warm embrace, my smile genuine. "And you, mister! You behave for your beautiful mummy, won't you dear?" I cooed at the babbling toddler, laughing as he grasps my finger and tries to stuff it in his mouth. When both mother and child had left the room, I finally let the smile mellow. Closing the door to my office, I now face the long task of filling out medical reports. I cannot say I truly detest it, for the routine has helped quell the ache in my heart many a time; the mundane task enough to distract me from the way my insides twist at the thought I could have had all this woman possessed. A bubbly child, rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed. I could have had a son like Ciel, with bright blue eyes- my sister's eyes. I could have had a daughter with golden hair like my husband. I had that chance and yet that chance too, like all else in my lonely life, was snatched away.
"Doctor Durless?" A voice outside my door proceeding a polite knock. I wipe my eyes, having never realized I had started to cry. Honestly, I need a better grip on this don't I? Can't be good for my profession if I'm too busy crying to notice my patients. There. Tears gone, smile back in place.
"Yes dear?"
"The next patient is ready to see you." Ah Jean, ever my friendly assistant. Next patient? An exhausted woman with an unattractive scowl. Ah. A Ladybird. You can't hide those bags under your eyes honey. I can smell the alcohol and cigarettes on you from here.
"How may I help?" There. My nicest voice.
"I want to get rid of it." Coat dropped to the floor, swollen belly exposed. Count to ten Angelina. Be professional Angelina. You can't afford to have Jean walk in and see a mangled corpse, oh no. Not when you've worked this hard to be this loved.
"Can you do it today? I wanna be rid of this thing. I have rent to pay and the boys don't want me knocked up." Don't bristle Angelina. Don't let your smile falter Angelina. "Look, lady can you help?"
"Oh yes. I most certainly can help, Miss. Right this way." Yes, that's right An. Do what she wants now. Don't cry when you remove that tiny life. Hold those tears, yes that's a good girl. Clean up. Help her catch a taxi home.
Then find her. Find her for Grell. Make her pay for her insolence.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
I met an angel this evening. Nothing like a Botticelli cherub with a halo of golden curls and rosy cheeks. No. An Angel of Caravaggio full of merciless justice. A warrior of God. An executioner who kills those deserving of God's wrath. He is my vision of red, my beautiful Bloody Juliet with teeth as sharp as his Scythe.
I love him now not in the way I loved Vincent or the Baron, not in the way I loved my sister and my family. I love him in that he completes me and stitches all that has fallen apart in my life. He sees the broken creature in me, the fragments of a frightened girl amidst all the glamour of high society. He loves me all the more for it.
I wear red for him and he wears red for me. Together we paint Whitechapel crimson under the glare of the moon and together we pray for these poor wretched souls who have turned away from God and the gift He has blessed them with. What we wouldn't give to have what they throw away so casually. But we make them pay, oh yes.
We make them pay.
.