4, 6, 12, 18, 32, 48?
18. Favorite beverage?
A tricky question! I can’t say I’ve drank anything exemplary that didn’t contain alcohol. I suppose there’s the juice of fruits and alike, but that never really caught my eye. I guess as a young little brat I was drawn to looking more grown up, and I developed a rather curious relationship with drinking.
I’ve stayed clear of getting too sauced up, but sometimes I get tipsy enough to say or do things I later cringe at. As far as my poison of choice goes, I’m gonna have to say distilled spirits. A swig of whiskey or brandy gets me tipsy enough to be satisfied and burns my throat enough to keep me away from the bottle.
It’s wine I keep getting ensnared by, far too fruity and subtle. I could drain bottles of it and I frequently have. Beer is a good middle ground but I can’t really stomach the bitter taste for long enough to benefit from the drink.
32. Thoughts on material possessions in general?
I do of course like valuable and shiny things. Zee-Captains usually toil for treasure and foreign riches, but as an urchin I grew up with a slight distaste for wealth. I suppose, specifically the idea of bragging or showing off wealth. And letting it define your lifestyle and personality.
I’m definitely not the richest girl in London, but I do finally have a rather steady income. I’d prefer to spend that on things that will benefit me, or things that I will enjoy rather than just glance at and remember that I possess a bountiful amount of currency. As far as clothes go, I guess I’m guilty of wanting to look a little fancy, but I prefer a more rakish kind of dapper than being a straight up dandy. Jewels and riches are pretty but when you think about it they are really just fancy metals and rocks. Kind of undermines the value when you realize how petty a lot of squabbles and hunts for wealth really are.
48. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
Oh fantastic! Now you’re asking the fun kind of questions.
I’ll admit at the drop of a hat, I’m not ladylike. I’d probably chew through a gown if I ever had to wear one. The occasional skirt is fine but if I have to cocoon myself it really isn’t worth the effort and hindrance of movement.
I grew up on the streets, in the Flit and with a man who served in the Great Game. All three of those teach you just a bit of savagery, and it does add up together. I’ve had to punch a few boys. A few girls. Didn’t ask for specifics of identity with a few others, or they had their own ideas of gender. I actually quite enjoy punching people, it’s dramatic and makes your body burn with excitement.
As an unfortunately rather scrawny young lass of the Flit I lack a lot of weight that could be employed to restrict or hinder a potential opponent. What I do have is good arms and even better fists. My tactics usually turn to punching at someone until they quit punching at me. Be it from exhaustion or surrender.
If I have to I know how to strike at a few joints, bend an arm or try and pin someone down. It’s not my preferred method and certainly not one I’m that skilled at, but I am learning to use those techniques better!
As far as honour goes, well there’s not a lot of it on the streets. I always enjoy a fight where I can actually agree with the other person that we should probably keep it clean and fair, but those are few and far between. If I know I’m threatened I try a few tricks, maybe plenty of tricks if it will keep me safe from harm. I wouldn’t go into every single fight ready to employ cheap moves though, then it’d just get tiring. I also try to keep my temper in check, I don’t wanna beat someone absolutely bloody. Keeping that in check… can be a bit tricky under some circumstances. What can I say, I’m unladylike but I sure am rather passionate about things.
