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comeknocking) wrote2025-04-04 03:15 am
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.
CODE BY MARWOOD
no subject
canon: Original
summary: See above.
canon point: Can take her from before her meeting with Death, where she's just your run-of-the-mill (almost) charlatan fortune teller or from later, when she's been made queen of the netherworld (and possibly wife of Death), depending on your preferences or what I pick at the start of the thread.
notes: Things that remain the same between both canon points are Margot's 1920's personality, vibrant, humourous and flirtatious, that even the eternal night of the World of the Dead can't quench, though at a later canon point she'll have grown more regal and dedicated to her role, too.
PLAYER
contact: PM to this journal.
active times/pace: CEST/CET player. Tries to be online at least during the evening my time, but it varies. More one tag a day player than anything, but if you hit me up at the right time, I can still boomerang a bit.
brackets/prose: Definitely brackets preference, but will match. I default to present tense, but can also match other tenses.
offensive subjects/triggers: Not any.
IN CHARACTER
physical affection: Very easy-going with physical affection and not against using it as a distraction or for her own gain either.
physical violence: She can do some self-defense, but I'd rather avoid.
relationships: Any genders for shipping. Depending on canon point, she may me married to Death, but their relationship is a bit peculiar and doesn't involve monogamous bonds.
psychic info: Ask if you need more info.
magical info: Has the ability to hear Death knocking on people's door in advance of their deaths, though at the beginning she doesn't possess any ability to prevent their demise. As she becomes queen of the netherworld, she gains some ability to choose who lives and how dies.
medical info: Nothing of note.
offensive subjects/triggers: Lots of death with this one, sorry.
OUT OF CHARACTER
backtagging: Yes, please!
threadhopping: No.
fourthwalling: Go ahead.
not interested in: Smut of any kind.