Post by Mitzi May on Jul 5, 2010 22:00:49 GMT -5
[/color][/font]GOOD DAY! MITZI MAY present.
“I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it.
Marilyn Monroe” [/color]
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o u t o f c h a r a c t e r
[/font][/color]Hello, I am Jazz. I have been RPGing for 3ish.
Othere characters that I play are none.
If you need to contact me, please pm me at mitzimay.
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i n c h a r a c t e r
name: Mitzi May
nicknames: Miss M
age: Old enough to know it’s none of your business sweetie
occupation: owner of the Little Daisy
t h e l o o k s
[/font][/center]hair: blond in a short curled bob
eyes: Hazel
build: a curvaceous 5’ 7”
distinguishing features: does your character have a scar or a birthmark?
face claim: Jessica Biel
t h e p e r s o n a l i t y
likes:
seeing her speakeasy full
Cats
Money
Whiskey
Dancing
Atlas
Wick
Jazz Music
Singing
dislikes:
seeing her café and speakeasy empty
People who threaten her Little Daisy Café
Rocky causing trouble
Prohibition
Dogs
Asa Sweet
Mordecai Heller
Having to water down her already watered down whiskey
Begging for money
strengths:
independent
Loyal
Mentally strong
A lovely face
Business smarts
weaknesses: doesn’t know when to give up on something
Fiercely independent
A questionable past
being a single female in the 1920s. (not a weakness to her so much, but the others around her see it as one.)
overall personality:
Mitzi is a real dame, a woman fighting hard to survive in a world that is ruled by men. She’s a real independent kitten that would rather not take any charity from anyone unless it’s dear Wick, but even then she’d rather call it a business deal. This independence causes her some problems especially with the state of her Little Daisy restaurant and the Lackidaisy Speakeasy. Both are putting her in the hole after the death of her love Atlas, but Mitzi’s too stubborn to give up on the place just yet. She’s going to fight the big boys like Asa, until she’s the top bootlegger in city. When it comes down to it Mitzi’s always ready if she has to take matters into her own hands, a pistol strapped around her thigh. She would rather use her looks and probably some black mail to get what she wants than violence. Violence can attract the unwanted attention of the fuzz.
Mitzi in private settings is a little more laid back. She’s been through a lot of hardships in her life and tries to hide those scars in public but in private sometimes she just lets those walls down, depending on who’s around of course. She opens up the most to her deceased husband Atlas. She’s been caught more than once talking to the portrait of the entrepreneur hanging behind his desk in the Little Daisy’s office. She’s opened up a little bit to Wick, but only enough to get him to relax around her. She’s very caring for the people that work for her café and speakeasy, especially for Ivy, Atlas’s goddaughter, Rocky, Calvin, and Viktor. All of them are devoted to speakeasy and Mitzi in return is devoted, in some part to them.
t h e h i s t o r y
parents: Nathaniel and Emma Clark
siblings:
other significant people: Atlas, deceased husband. Sedgewick “Wick” Sable
hometown: Savannah Georgia
history:
Mitzi May was born Mitzi Emma Clark to Nathaniel and Emma Clark in Savannah, Georgia in the early 1890s. Nathaniel Clark was the son of a large rice plantation owner whose farm was located outside of the city of Savannah. After the burning of Savannah by Sherman during the civil war, Nathaniel and his father abandoned the plantation live style and moved into the city, opening a construction company. The Clark family quickly became very wealthy, banking off of the rebuilding of the Georgian city post civil war. Nathaniel married southern belle Emma Follard in 1887 and in 1892 Emma and Nathaniel became proud parents to their only child, Mitzi. Emma due to complications after the birth of Mitzi was unable to have any more children. Nathaniel spoiled his daughter, buying his little princess anything she wanted or needed. The biggest hopes for the Clark’s was that their beautiful little girl would marry a rich distinguished young man of their choosing and settle down in Savannah near them.
Mitzi dashed her parents hopes by announcing to her family that she had no plans to marry and that instead she wanted to be a singer. Her father was furious that their daughter would want to chase after something as frivolous as a singer career and gave her an ultimatum, either marry the local banker’s son or leave Savannah. Mitzi sure that she could make it as a singer left the Atlantic coast town and headed west to the big Jazz city of St. Louis, Missouri. In Missouri Mitzi barely scrapped by for the first few months singing at small clubs and living out of a suit case. She finally made it big after a well know and influential business man Atlas May heard her singing at a small night club in 1920. Atlas knew talent when he heard it and offered to be Mitzi’s manager. After the Lackidaisy Speakeasy opened in late 1920, Mitzi began singing for Atlas at his speakeasy and became a huge hit. The business partners’ relationship bloomed into a romantic one and the couple was married in May of 1921. The couple was very happy and lived rather well. Rumors surrounded the couple about their loyalty to each other, but they ignored it knowing that their love for each other was true.
Things changed dramatically for Mitzi with the death of Atlas. His sudden death left Mitzi in charge of the Lackidaisy and the Little Daisy, both suffering significant financial loss after his death. Mitzi also faced troubles in her personal life after rumors that she had something to do with Atlas’ murder, destroyed her already damaged reputation. She is now trying to salvage both her reputation and her business by doing all she can to keep the restaurant and speakeasy a float.
a l i t t l e m o r e
member title: Jazz/Mitzi May
where did you hear about us? found you on a rpg directory
anything else? awesome idea to base it off of Tracy’s stuff it’s great.
password: -admin edit-
RPG sample:
It had been a while since Jacqueline had been out and about in the city she loved. Too long for the immortal musician, but there were some rather important things that had been keeping her tied up and unable to enjoy the glorious city. The main annoyance had been her latest husband, Victor's passing. Stupid man had taken longer to die than she anticipated. One would think a man with a history of health problems would just keel over with how much poison she had placed in his night cap of whiskey. But noo he lived on for over a week, crying and whining about the pain he was in. Then the traditional New Orleans' funeral that seemed to last forever, the parade, the viewing, the service and the actually burying itself.
Whatever, it was done now. Jazz was single once again and 50.6 million dollars richer. It was a small financial present from her poor Victor, but it was good enough to tie her over until her next relationship. She smiled taking off her black pillbox hat with veil placing it on the head of a little girl that ran past her. The little girl smiled gratefully and continued on down the street. Jazz made her way down Bourbon Street removing the long black trench jacket and tossing it to a homeless man, straightening out the silver party dress underneath. "Bless you miss!" The homeless man called out to her using the jacket as a blanket. Jazz simply smirked back making her way into her favorite after-funeral party spot, The Bleeding Rose. The man had no idea who he was blessing.
She smiled looking around the club. It was the perfect place to unwind after a funeral. It had everything Jazz needed, cute young men and drinks. She used to worry about keeping a low profile as to not gain suspicion after her husband mysteriously died, but after Katrina and other fun events, the cops had too much on their plates to worry about one old man's mysterious death.
Whatever, it was done now. Jazz was single once again and 50.6 million dollars richer. It was a small financial present from her poor Victor, but it was good enough to tie her over until her next relationship. She smiled taking off her black pillbox hat with veil placing it on the head of a little girl that ran past her. The little girl smiled gratefully and continued on down the street. Jazz made her way down Bourbon Street removing the long black trench jacket and tossing it to a homeless man, straightening out the silver party dress underneath. "Bless you miss!" The homeless man called out to her using the jacket as a blanket. Jazz simply smirked back making her way into her favorite after-funeral party spot, The Bleeding Rose. The man had no idea who he was blessing.
She smiled looking around the club. It was the perfect place to unwind after a funeral. It had everything Jazz needed, cute young men and drinks. She used to worry about keeping a low profile as to not gain suspicion after her husband mysteriously died, but after Katrina and other fun events, the cops had too much on their plates to worry about one old man's mysterious death.
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