Penelope Blaise

[Penelope Blaise]

Penelope Marie Blaise
PLAY BY: Jenna Coleman

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AGE: Twenty
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Elected member of the Goldcrest Senate
ALLEGIANCE: Noble

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IT'S EMPTY IN THE VALLEY OF YOUR HEART

She lived a comfortable life. Given the circumstances, she lived an excellent life. Everything she could want was provided to her without question. She could have had anything.

All she wanted was books. To learn. And if it was all she wanted, her parents saw that she was given the very best. A proper education. Tutors. Advanced lessons. The girl was clever. Some would go as far as call her gifted.

But for everything she read and learned, she couldn't quite understand why it was too dangerous to wander the streets alone. Why she would see children begging for food in those very streets or why people who were given power weren't doing anything about it.

Humans were so smart. So capable. So why was the world like this?

The girl didn't question it, though. She kept her thoughts to herself as she kept a close watch on the world that surrounded her. Corruption wasn't logical. It didn't make sense, and so it fascinated her.

THE HARVEST LEFT NO FOOD FOR YOU TO EAT

Blaise. It was a name known. A wealthy family, but one that often ducked out of politics when given the chance. Or, it had been. Now that name carried something different. Something much heavier than gold. At least in the eyes of the Blaise family member who was bold enough to run for senate.

She'd always been quiet. Social gatherings were almost always avoided by the youngest child. Even in her classes where she excelled, the young girl rarely spoke out. Now she was making speeches. Gathering attention she had evaded for most of her life. And when she did open her mouth to finally speak, she was harsh. Honest. Brutal, even.

People loved it.

Nineteen, and an elected official. She hadn't even used her name or fortune to do it. It wasn't needed when she carried authority on her own shoulders and spoke with confidence nobody knew she had.

NOW LET ME AT THE TRUTH WHICH WILL REFRESH MY BROKEN MIND

Someone her age must have been seeing someone. There was no denying the fresh young senator had a face to match her sharp lips, but never was there a person seen at her side. Too caught in her studies, and now, in her work. A noble was expected to marry. There were always assumptions that people made. Especially those she surrounded herself with.

Penelope Blaise was already considered a radical individual in her lines of work. She needn't dirty her hands more by allowing her personal life to taint the name she built up for herself.

So when asked of a man, she'd smile. Almost humored, were she one to express the emotion. She was committed to her work. It was always the same statement, and given the constantly cold tone she couldn't strip from voice, people never questioned it. They believed her uninterested before they thought to label the noble as gay.

I CAN SEE WIDOWS AND ORPHANS THROUGH MY TEARS

By no means did she believe diving into government would solve the plague that had enveloped this city, but progress was practically impossible. Some days, it was impossible. Arguments came up on the daily with those that were supposed to be working towards the same goal as herself; to better the city.

But oh, politics were never so straightforward. Corruption ran deep into this system. Money spoke louder than fresh ideas. Decisions were bought, not made. Crimes were committed within the very walls that were meant to uphold the law.

It angered her, but anger was beautiful motivation under the right circumstances. Her opinions were not to go unheard, even if it gave for a longer list of enemies than it did allies.

SEE THE WORLD HANGING UPSIDE DOWN

She lived alone, technically, but she was rarely ever truly alone within her residence. Guards protected her home. Herself.

There were always dangers when it came to working in government. For the senator, those were heightened withe the harsh way she spoke. Her tone might have lacked compassion, but she brought up those point nobody wanted to hear. It put strain in her work, but she never allowed it to prevent her from doing her job.

There would always be threats. There were always those people that did not wish for her to be in the position she claimed. From criminals who owned the streets she wanted to clean up to those she worked with, secretly benefiting on the city's misfortune for their own gain.

So on the nights when she would hire a few extra guardsmen, it was never questioned as to why. She doubted anyone would realize the surplus of men watching her home in the later hours of the night had absolutely nothing to do with her own safety.

SO MAKE YOUR SIREN'S CALL

She kept track of the time every night. Just how long it would take her - the thief - to slip into her home. Her bedroom. It was just as much a test for herself as it was for the person she placed challenges for. To see how patient she could be when she had to wait.

She wanted to see how hard she worked to get inside.

There were nights she wondered if she had made it too hard. If the thief would give up before making it to her bed. She so did like to prove the senator wrong on those nights. And she was always rewarded for it.

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USERNAME: Sai
AGE GROUP: Twenty-five
EXPERIENCE: Years.
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