Miss "Occulta" Cook



She walks in with legs that go on for miles in a floor length gown her curves look naked in. It was like someone made a wish during the Devil’s Hour for the wrong kind of woman, and sealed the deal with a witch’s pact. Manicured head to toe, with each of those polished nails undoubtedly dipped in a dark pie or two.

Blue eyed, blond haired witch.

Miss Cook is a femme fatale among the mystic community. Her mastery of occult knowledge, combined with her sociopathic behaviour, makes her a valued part of the occult community while also a danger to many. Be they normal or paranormal.

5’9 height | 34D | 26 waist | 38 hip | blond hair | blue eyes Always dresses to impress Cook flaunts her details and curves to encourage the eyes to drink her in. Her gold, wavy hair is often either piled up on their head like compliant serpents, or falling down in smooth lustrous waves to frame her face. English features are noticeable, diluted by other European heritages over the generations. And her jawline is strong and handsome, a memorable detail like her hard staring, unblinking blue gaze.



Those held at an arm’s length frequently find Miss Cook charming and quite likable. Her actions can be selflessly generous; Cook doesn’t turn her nose up to charity, having been witnessed going seemingly out of her way to assist others and be generally pleasant. She is like looking at a sparkling spot from a distance; too far to see the imperfections.

Upon closer inspection, the dazzling jewel proves to be just a broken piece of glass with jaded edges. The unfortunate souls who wonder too close get cut by her deceit, and blatant disregard for the rights of others. It could be claimed Cook has no fear of punishment or consequence—making her come off as remorseless at extremes. Quick to judge and scornful individuals claim Cook is a sadist who takes pleasure from hurting others deeply and emotionally.

Miss Cook's personality is one of honey and vinegar.



The circumstances of Cook’s conception evolve around a moment of lust and the repercussions of guilt that followed. When Cook’s father met a beautiful young woman at a bar, feeling uncertain about his life and where it was going, he quickly took to her wild and outer-world like charm as a relief from his mundane life. The woman and he embraced for a night, but it was a short lived affair when Cook’s father awoke alone knowing that his new wife would be waiting up for him. Despite his doubts before, Cook’s father came to his woman with a new sense of passion driven primarily by guilt for his actions. He beds his new wife within only hours of his affair, and months later Cook was born, along with a half brother.

=Dialogue=

Yourself
Miss Cook is obviously not my real name, but you’ll excuse me if I like keeping a air of mystery. After all, what’s better than a pretty woman? One you know nothing about! The mind is always trying to fill gaps in information, making things up as it goes along until you’ve crafted this unreachable expectations of a person. And as long as I don’t threaten that mental image with sharing about myself, who’s to say I’m not that perfect dream? Coming to America from the U.K. was the first steps to making my own American Dream, that I pathed with the forbidden knowledge, charm and red lipstick. I spent a few years on the arms of successful and influential men and women of various secret societies, becoming intimate with the new age of magic, until making a comfortable life for myself.

The Labyrinth
Bigger on the inside then the outside, innit? I only come here on house calls, so my clearance is temporary and limited and I can’t go anywhere without a handsome devil in blue on either arm. They escort me to the suits in the wings—well, to the doors. After that I’m on my own. It doesn’t matter how many times I come here or walk these halls I never know the way back after the client’s session. I’m not afraid of being lost—but think of how much wasted time it would be just to stare at white slate hall walls for days. And that screaming? Gives me a bloody migraine. So I wait to be escorted back to the gate where I hand in my guest pass.

The Illuminati
The Illuminati is the corporeal manifestation of sociopathy; lack of remorse, penchant for deception, grandiose sense of self, secretive, paranoid and an unrealistic goal of ruling the world. You would think it’d be love at first sight. But I try not to rely on anyone but myself-- though when I do find something that holds a lot of benefits to me, I owe it to myself to take a look. Their "do" or "be done" attitude is what will win the war, and I intend to be on the winning side's good graces.

Clients
The world has a million different types of two types of people. My version is that there are those that act, and those that are acted on. Those that 'act' fill voids that the 'acted on' always seem to have, giving them what they want-- at a price. Mine happens to be at an hourly rate, and during that time I get my clients those guilty, and often quite arcane, itches itched.

The secret world
I prefer to see the occult loyal to its meaning; beyond the range of mundane knowledge and understanding. There are too many people in the world that given the chance would abuse the powers of magic to better themselves selfishly. More importantly, there just simply isn't enough of it to go around and competition is best minimized by all costs. There is a war going on for a reason-- and we all know it's over resources. But from time to time the prosaic world is startled by a paragraph in a newspaper, or an article online, telling how in Scotland a doll has been found stuck full of pins for the purpose of killing a corrupt laird, how a woman has been slowly roasted to death as a witch, or how a girl in Russia has been murdered and chopped up to make candles of human bone for thieves. These ripples are harmless so small, but lately buzzing waves have been disrupting the veil between realities of the para, and the normal.

=OOC=

'''TL;DR: I don't level RP. But I do not disrespect people who may. Miss Cook has had many incarnations through my years of playing her, but always did it remain at it's root: a woman heavily involved or interested in the occult.'''

Her themes can be quite suggestive and discomforting, or heavy in violence and horror. I've created a monster and taken artistic liberties that pushes on, but doesn't cross, the boundaries of lore provided to us in game. If you don't like the idea of creative licenses and aren't comfortable with unique approaches on things, then this isn't the character for you. After all, anything is possible when everything is real.

I'm being very courteous of lore and what's possible in the Secret World universe, what I've done is nothing in comparison to some of the ridiculously unrealistic concepts that I've come across that go running over the line, come back to urinate on it, then flee while laughing like raving mad men.

I do not mix writing with grinding. If you can outdo me in a battleground you clearly are a superior PVPer to me. If you dish more DPS or support better then I on the field then clearly you have more advanced gear and experience then myself for leveling. If you can outdo my writing with more fluid and better quality, if you partake in a scene of conflict with me and your skills of orchestrating an attack or your knowledge outweighs my own with how magic can be used to overthrow another, then your character is clearly going to win conflicts against mine.

The latter does not mix with the prior two for me, why? Because someone can be fresh out of the opening scene and understand the mechanisms of how fighting in real life works and easily defeat you in a challenge of words regardless of if you can remove their entire life bar in a single hit in PVP but can't get out a straight, realistic sentence on punching a man. If you are threatened by this then you should probably avoid engaging in conflicts, and work those that are unavoidable out in an OOC conversation before hand.

BUT, with all that said? I respect the amount of time and effort a player puts into the game and when they are the means and willingness to involve their character heavily in the story's plot lines. I will not claim to own items of a superior level to in game weapons or trinkets. Nor claim superior rank among the factions or titles I have no yet earned. I do not make claims of defeating mods or monsters I have not actually conquered and restrain from down playing other peoples successes in character simply because I do not believe grinding and level reflects writing ability.

If reading this has upset you, if my personal methods and desires for role play have offended you, remember: To each their own, and as long as no one's being forced to do something they don't want there's no harm done. We can respects the boundaries of one another: I will respect yours if you respect mine.

Thank you.

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