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comeknocking) wrote2025-04-04 03:15 am
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Name Margot Appell
Age 35
Born March 20th 1887
Sexuality Queer Occupation Charlatan fortune teller
Sexuality Queer Occupation Charlatan fortune teller
About.
Paris, 1922.
She lived a normal life before the Great War, she tended to her aging mother and worked as a seamstress in a small studio. Supposedly, everyone lived lives like that, before. Then, the war hit and her mother died (that was the first time she heard the knocking), she joined the corps of nurses stitching soldiers back together on the battlefield (where the knocking was the only thing that never changed) and not until it was all over, did Margot fully come to understand her ability.
When she heard the knock on the door, someone, somewhere, was going to die.
So, in the aftermath of the Great War and as she discovered herself, a woman, alone, at the rise of the Roaring Twenties, she found a way to use this knowledge of people's coming demise. She started reading tea leaves out of her small apartment, soon realizing that she had a flair for it and eventually, after gaining a patron or two, she would move into something bigger, richer. People believed she knew things.
And since it wasn't untrue, Margot never corrected them. She just didn't tell anyone what it was she knew either.
Or that, one day, she began noticing a figure following her around the Parisian streets, hooded and hidden away. Yet, Margot knew, much as people said she did. She knew whose hand tapped on people's doors and when, finally, the knock came on her own, the very physical one, she answered.
Surprised to find that rather than taking her life, Death has come to make Margot queen of her realm. How does one refuse such a position?
She lived a normal life before the Great War, she tended to her aging mother and worked as a seamstress in a small studio. Supposedly, everyone lived lives like that, before. Then, the war hit and her mother died (that was the first time she heard the knocking), she joined the corps of nurses stitching soldiers back together on the battlefield (where the knocking was the only thing that never changed) and not until it was all over, did Margot fully come to understand her ability.
When she heard the knock on the door, someone, somewhere, was going to die.
So, in the aftermath of the Great War and as she discovered herself, a woman, alone, at the rise of the Roaring Twenties, she found a way to use this knowledge of people's coming demise. She started reading tea leaves out of her small apartment, soon realizing that she had a flair for it and eventually, after gaining a patron or two, she would move into something bigger, richer. People believed she knew things.
And since it wasn't untrue, Margot never corrected them. She just didn't tell anyone what it was she knew either.
Or that, one day, she began noticing a figure following her around the Parisian streets, hooded and hidden away. Yet, Margot knew, much as people said she did. She knew whose hand tapped on people's doors and when, finally, the knock came on her own, the very physical one, she answered.
Surprised to find that rather than taking her life, Death has come to make Margot queen of her realm. How does one refuse such a position?
First impressions.
Visual. Dark, wavy hair, dark eyes, a very typical French look.
Fashion. The diva side of 1920's fashion, okay.
Demeanor. Always smiling, always laughing, always teasing, until she is not.
Aural. French-speaker, can manage a little English but with a heavy French accent.
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