Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2021 9:42:50 GMT -5
Quote: “Who did it?! Who?! Who!? YOU? No, not you-- but who?!”
Name: Madame Charogne
Age: 46 y/o
Physical Appearance:
-enchanted (former) form- Raggedy taxidermy throw rug of.. some sort of white animal (a carnivore judging by the big sharp teeth). Walks/flops about unnaturally like some kind of vision from a nightmare. Her one remaining eye has a creepy black sclera with a glowing red pupil so you can tell she’s evil.
-human (current) form- Gaunt older woman dressed in raggedy furs, with a notable fluffy white ruff around her neck. Standard Disney villain type fare with the spidery hands and strong cheekbone game and such. Wears a burgundy silk over her missing eye. Her remaining eye is… normal in human form thankfully.
Picture: lol you’re funny
Personality: Charogne is chiefly noted nowadays for being unstable and flighty. Her movements suggest someone constantly on a knife’s edge of paranoia. The madame isn’t hesitant to bark out threats when she feels endangered, which is unfortunately quite often. It’s clear her mental state is more one brought upon her by tragedy than having a truly evil soul. She is, however, a danger to others as much as others and much she is to as herself. Charogne, when she’s calm anyway, will give hints to her previous self; a demure and proper woman, if not a little eccentric with her love of taxidermy. She views her work with flesh and needle as an art and is in turn highly respectful of her “fellow artists” of the more traditional varieties. She desperately seeks kinship and approval from her fellows to the point that it’s quite sad really. She is, also, scarily devoted to revenge so perhaps it’s not surprising she manages to find beauty in horror, to the point of lamenting the loss of her truly unsettling enchanted form.
History:
Whatever the lovely madam was up to before her hiring at Prince Adam’s castle isn’t known. Likely it was something quite upsetting, given she’d been missing her right eye for as long as anyone knew and she adamantly refuses to address whatever happened. Charogne’s uncanny talents found her place as the castle’s taxidermist. Of course, lovely as furs could be, her role was generally viewed as something macabre so she was generally avoided by the rest of the castle staff. This isn’t to say she willingly became a loner as she quite frequently attempted to mingle during parties. In time, she eventually gave up and allowed herself to fade into the background. Music always seemed to soothe her woes however, so it should come as no surprise she fancied the court composer, Forte, quite intensely.
The curse befalling the castle was a blessing and a curse for Charogne. Her reincarnation as a shambling fur rug with teeth was something of a validation of her ideals of beauty. Though her increasingly unhinged behavior coupled with her monstrous visage did her reputation no favors. Charogne cared not to associate with the common riff raff anyway. Her love of the beastial landed her in frequent company with the real Beast of the castle, whom she assured of his newfound beauty (in vain, mind). This also led her to close contact with Forte, who had a similar place as a twisted advisor. She, of course, was perfectly happy to throw away what little reputation she had to spend all her hours in that dark chamber in admiration of the great pipe organ. She want well known to be a follower of Forte and so tended to be avoided. All good things must come to an end as one day Charogne found herself locked away in her in a trunk as punishment for her increasingly threatening behavior.
There she remained until the spell was broken and the castle staff were more or less obligated to release her. Of course, the taxidermist was never fated to stay part of the castle, for the final straw of sanity was soon severed upon learning Forte was dead. Charogne fell into hysterics and desperately cried for revenge for her poor, sweet, innocent muse. Although in other circumstances she may have gotten help for her breakdown, she quickly turned to attempted murder in her blind fury. The madam was promptly exiled and sent into the Black Forest, never to be seen again. OR WAS SHE??
Allies: Forte
Enemies: Beast, Belle, the other servants, ect ect
Plans: Hopefully be a more competent minion that Fife oof.
Name: Madame Charogne
Age: 46 y/o
Physical Appearance:
-enchanted (former) form- Raggedy taxidermy throw rug of.. some sort of white animal (a carnivore judging by the big sharp teeth). Walks/flops about unnaturally like some kind of vision from a nightmare. Her one remaining eye has a creepy black sclera with a glowing red pupil so you can tell she’s evil.
-human (current) form- Gaunt older woman dressed in raggedy furs, with a notable fluffy white ruff around her neck. Standard Disney villain type fare with the spidery hands and strong cheekbone game and such. Wears a burgundy silk over her missing eye. Her remaining eye is… normal in human form thankfully.
Picture: lol you’re funny
Personality: Charogne is chiefly noted nowadays for being unstable and flighty. Her movements suggest someone constantly on a knife’s edge of paranoia. The madame isn’t hesitant to bark out threats when she feels endangered, which is unfortunately quite often. It’s clear her mental state is more one brought upon her by tragedy than having a truly evil soul. She is, however, a danger to others as much as others and much she is to as herself. Charogne, when she’s calm anyway, will give hints to her previous self; a demure and proper woman, if not a little eccentric with her love of taxidermy. She views her work with flesh and needle as an art and is in turn highly respectful of her “fellow artists” of the more traditional varieties. She desperately seeks kinship and approval from her fellows to the point that it’s quite sad really. She is, also, scarily devoted to revenge so perhaps it’s not surprising she manages to find beauty in horror, to the point of lamenting the loss of her truly unsettling enchanted form.
History:
Whatever the lovely madam was up to before her hiring at Prince Adam’s castle isn’t known. Likely it was something quite upsetting, given she’d been missing her right eye for as long as anyone knew and she adamantly refuses to address whatever happened. Charogne’s uncanny talents found her place as the castle’s taxidermist. Of course, lovely as furs could be, her role was generally viewed as something macabre so she was generally avoided by the rest of the castle staff. This isn’t to say she willingly became a loner as she quite frequently attempted to mingle during parties. In time, she eventually gave up and allowed herself to fade into the background. Music always seemed to soothe her woes however, so it should come as no surprise she fancied the court composer, Forte, quite intensely.
The curse befalling the castle was a blessing and a curse for Charogne. Her reincarnation as a shambling fur rug with teeth was something of a validation of her ideals of beauty. Though her increasingly unhinged behavior coupled with her monstrous visage did her reputation no favors. Charogne cared not to associate with the common riff raff anyway. Her love of the beastial landed her in frequent company with the real Beast of the castle, whom she assured of his newfound beauty (in vain, mind). This also led her to close contact with Forte, who had a similar place as a twisted advisor. She, of course, was perfectly happy to throw away what little reputation she had to spend all her hours in that dark chamber in admiration of the great pipe organ. She want well known to be a follower of Forte and so tended to be avoided. All good things must come to an end as one day Charogne found herself locked away in her in a trunk as punishment for her increasingly threatening behavior.
There she remained until the spell was broken and the castle staff were more or less obligated to release her. Of course, the taxidermist was never fated to stay part of the castle, for the final straw of sanity was soon severed upon learning Forte was dead. Charogne fell into hysterics and desperately cried for revenge for her poor, sweet, innocent muse. Although in other circumstances she may have gotten help for her breakdown, she quickly turned to attempted murder in her blind fury. The madam was promptly exiled and sent into the Black Forest, never to be seen again. OR WAS SHE??
Allies: Forte
Enemies: Beast, Belle, the other servants, ect ect
Plans: Hopefully be a more competent minion that Fife oof.
