Finnie
Finnie
Name: Larissa Trent
Age: 21
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/b3/d2/73b3d2a93f72aeb76790399f56c9a752.jpg
Family background: Father is a wealthy businessman and help supplies weapons to the government’s anti-rebellion efforts. Older brother Bret (25) is groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps.
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Larissa tapped her foot in boredom, her arms crossed over her chest. This was so tedious. She didn’t know why her father insisted that she attend these sort of meetings. It was just a bunch of boring stuffy people talking about boring stuffy things. There were a million other things she’d rather be doing. She was going to go out with her friends tonight, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to wear or even showered properly. She would have to get one of the servants to help her dress. Tuning out the drone of voices around her, she began mentally thinking through her closet, trying to remember what she had worn the last few times she had gone out.
“Hey,” Her brother hissed, then flicked her in the elbow.
“Ow!” She sat up straighter on the love seat she had slouched in, rubbing her arm. She glared at Bret, who shot her back an equally withering look.
“Pay attention!” He whispered. Larissa rolled her eyes and slouched back down. This whole thing would be a lot more tolerable if she had alcohol. Father usually broke out some decent wine when they had guests. He liked to show off, and getting business partners drunk was a great way to loosening their lips and their wallets. But this time he only had brandy served, and Larissa couldn’t stomach the stuff. The smell of cigarette smoke didn’t help much, either. Centuries of perfecting human civilization, and somehow the horrible habit was still a favorite among boring old men. How archaic.
“Mr. Trent, sir.”
Larissa looked up as the group went silent. The keeper of the house, her father’s most trusted worker, had come into the room. Normally he never interrupted. That meant that something important must be happening.
“What is it?” The older business man asked. Her father was am imposing man, and could leave just about anyone shaking in their boots. He had a deep, naturally commanding voice, and salt and pepper hair that was always slicked back stylishly. The rings on his fingers spoke of his wealth and position. He wasn’t someone who one would want to get on the bad side of.
“The new help has arrived.”
Larissa gasped and clapped excitedly. It had been ages since they had gotten any new servants or help! The last new additions to their house staff had come at least two years ago. She hoped one of them would be a girl- it would be so nice to have another servant to help her! Her other servant, Eve, was far too jealous and unhelpful.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Her father said with a wave of his hand. “Bring them in!”
Age: 21
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/b3/d2/73b3d2a93f72aeb76790399f56c9a752.jpg
Family background: Father is a wealthy businessman and help supplies weapons to the government’s anti-rebellion efforts. Older brother Bret (25) is groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps.
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Larissa tapped her foot in boredom, her arms crossed over her chest. This was so tedious. She didn’t know why her father insisted that she attend these sort of meetings. It was just a bunch of boring stuffy people talking about boring stuffy things. There were a million other things she’d rather be doing. She was going to go out with her friends tonight, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to wear or even showered properly. She would have to get one of the servants to help her dress. Tuning out the drone of voices around her, she began mentally thinking through her closet, trying to remember what she had worn the last few times she had gone out.
“Hey,” Her brother hissed, then flicked her in the elbow.
“Ow!” She sat up straighter on the love seat she had slouched in, rubbing her arm. She glared at Bret, who shot her back an equally withering look.
“Pay attention!” He whispered. Larissa rolled her eyes and slouched back down. This whole thing would be a lot more tolerable if she had alcohol. Father usually broke out some decent wine when they had guests. He liked to show off, and getting business partners drunk was a great way to loosening their lips and their wallets. But this time he only had brandy served, and Larissa couldn’t stomach the stuff. The smell of cigarette smoke didn’t help much, either. Centuries of perfecting human civilization, and somehow the horrible habit was still a favorite among boring old men. How archaic.
“Mr. Trent, sir.”
Larissa looked up as the group went silent. The keeper of the house, her father’s most trusted worker, had come into the room. Normally he never interrupted. That meant that something important must be happening.
“What is it?” The older business man asked. Her father was am imposing man, and could leave just about anyone shaking in their boots. He had a deep, naturally commanding voice, and salt and pepper hair that was always slicked back stylishly. The rings on his fingers spoke of his wealth and position. He wasn’t someone who one would want to get on the bad side of.
“The new help has arrived.”
Larissa gasped and clapped excitedly. It had been ages since they had gotten any new servants or help! The last new additions to their house staff had come at least two years ago. She hoped one of them would be a girl- it would be so nice to have another servant to help her! Her other servant, Eve, was far too jealous and unhelpful.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Her father said with a wave of his hand. “Bring them in!”