Georgette

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Post by Inkeriffic on Jul 15, 2019 5:58:10 GMT

Georgette

the basics

full name • Georgette Foxworth

nicknames • N/A

age • 5 years

primary standing • Guard dog, scout

secondary standing • N/A as of right now but she could be trained in battle, if necessary

faction • Cursed Thorns

species • Canis lupus familiaris (Standard Poodle)

gender • Female; she/her

sexuality • Heterosexual

the appearance

origin • Oliver and Company

height and weight • 2ft at the shoulder, 50lbs

overall appearance • Georgette is eye-catching, to say the least. She’s a very slender poodle, from her torso, to her legs, right up to her perfectly pointed snout. Her base coat is snowy white; a stark contrast to her well-groomed fluff. Layers of baby blue fur (some would argue it’s periwinkle in a certain light) adorns her head, ears, and torso, creating what has now come to be known as her signature look. A heavy dose of blue eye makeup to mask darker spots, a pink bow in her hair, and a genuine solid gold collar around her neck bring it all together.

the personality

overall personality • Georgette is, by all means, an actress. Unless you've somehow managed to tap into her psyche, you never know what personality she's going to give you in order to get her way. At her core, the poodle is stubborn, stuck-up, conniving, jealous, and vain above all. Generally speaking, Georgette cares more about her looks than she does most others. She's also rather sensitive, taking offense to the smallest grievance against her, and her temper is easily flared. She will do whatever it takes to get her way, even if it's at the expense of others -- and though she's seen the results of putting others before herself, their well-being never interested her much to begin with. Her least favorite word is "no," and "selfless" is a term seldom found in her dictionary.

the history

overall history • Georgette had the high life. Being the apple of the eye of Mr. and Mrs. Foxworth, the poodle had carved out quite a name for herself over the years in the national dog show circuit, calling New York City her home base. Her eye-catching looks, vivid personality, and poise in the ring shot her straight to stardom. First prize after first prize fetched a pretty penny for the couple, bolstering their (already quite generous) funds and allowing room for a significant upgrade in their lifestyle.

Georgette herself did not go unrewarded for her efforts. Fifty-six blue ribbons, fourteen regional trophies, and the title of National Champion six times over not only led to her face on the cover of Time magazine, but it was the poodle's one-way ticket to her own territory in the house. An extravagant dog bed, a large-scale oil painting, and a walk-in costume closet were just some of the benefits of her status. Not to mention the dozens upon dozens of doggy admirers that had come calling day in and day out, bringing plenty of gifts in tow. Though she was currently on break from competition, she continued to treat herself, primping her appearance on the regular for her adoring public.

As far as Georgette was concerned, this was her world -- the Foxworths, Winston, and especially Jenny were only living in it. No one said no to her demands, or denied her requests.

But everything changed when the cat arrived.

The day Jenny brought Oliver home, Georgette was mortified. It wasn't just that she was afraid the newcomer would take attention away from her, but the threat of having another animal in her territory caused her possessive nature to overrule what little good will she had to offer him. The moment she saw him eating from her bowl she knew he had to leave. Watching Jenny fawn and coo over him disgusted her. The mere thought of him would put her in a foul mood if she wasn't careful.

So it's no surprise that, when the opportunity quickly arose to get rid of the little hairball, Georgette sprang to help...

...Only for the consequences to make themselves apparent with haste when a ransom note showed up at the Foxworth residence later that day.

Jenny enlisted Georgette's help to find Oliver, and she had little choice but to oblige. One kidnapping, rescue mission, and wild goose chase later, and the fleabag was safe and sound back in Jenny's care... along with a whole new crop of riff-raff that began to frequent the premises. With the return of Mr. and Mrs. Foxworth, Georgette was hopeful that this would mean resuming her career that had been put on hold, but it seemed fate had other plans.

It was right around the time that the Foxworths began entertaining the idea of entering Oliver into competitive cat shows that the merge happened. Gerogette, in spite of her efforts, was loathing having the attention previously put on her by her doting owners foisted onto the cat. The way she saw it, she had two options: either the cat went, or she did.

And with the whispers of war being spread from Fagin's frequently-visiting gang prompted by the departure of Rita, the poodle found her ticket out of the city.

She slipped out through the fire escape and set off on her journey, determined to find someone who would give her their undivided attention -- or, at the very least, to make a name for herself outside of the city.

the Role play sample

Three days.

That's how long Georgette had been out on her own in the world.

Three long, arduous days, with no butler to prepare her dinner just the way she liked it -- scratch that, no guarantee of food, period. The poodle hadn't even thought to leave with such provisions, and her picky nature had led to very few meals since. her departure. Dumpster diving, of course, was beneath her, but begging, not so much.

She eventually caught wise to humans who carelessly dropped scraps of their own food once they caught sight of her large, mournful eyes. It didn't do too much in the way of filling her up, but it was enough to tide her over. The promise of a fulfilling meal once she arrived at... wherever she was bound for was enough to keep her going.

Even though her belly was currently empty, she had found her mood improving significantly. At present, she was on the streets of New Orleans, attempting to figure out her next move. No Oliver for her humans to fawn over and no mangy mongrels invading her space gave her ample time to decompress, and she found that she was beginning to enjoy her independence.

For instance, there was no leash to tug her away from staring lovingly at a designer hat and gown in a window display on the riverfront, as she was currently doing. She sighed, hearts in her eyes and the thought of how good she would look in it in her head. She was so distracted, in fact that she almost didn't hear --

"'Scuse me! Sorry! If I don't hurry, I'm gonna miss that boat completely!"

....A boat. Now there's an idea! Georgette followed casually after the stranger, matching his pace as he ran. An odd, newfound sensation bubbled up inside her -- she was feeling... adventurous? Curious? Whatever it was, she was ready to use it to her advantage. No more leash, no more owners, no more Oliver. Perhaps this was the value those street dogs found in being free from their chains.

the role player