This one here is a character I slapped together a while back as a subject that I used for back when I was giving Dreamlight’s Lighting Master. I remastered her using the new G2F technology for a basis of a character situation for the Creative Writing Workshop I’m apart of this semester. I’ll post the bio and chapter itself here as well for those who may be interested in reading it:
Name: Scarlette Rose
Birthdate: August 1st, 2014
Location: Manhattan, New York, USA
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: Neck-Length, “Cherry” Red
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality: Reserved, Sarcastic, Cautious
Scarlette Rose is an agent of the organization, Amythest, led by wealthy restaurant heir, Sapphire Violet. Her real name is Amber Calanthe, which is Latin English for “Red Flower”. The name “Scarlette Rose” is an alias she adopted after the violent murder of her beloved fiancé, Aurum Citrine to represent the scarlet blood he was bathed in when she found him as well as the ruby red roses he’d always give her. The reasons for his murder are unknown leaving her furious and depressed. But a random call on his cellphone from Sapphire a month after Aurum’s funeral would cause Scarlette to agree to meet with him at his self-run lounge headquarters in Manhattan. Sapphire told Scarlette that he believes he may have credible information as to who was the one who murdered Aurum as well as for the reason why.
GARDEN OF SIN - CHAPTER 1
Scarlette Rose stood outside of the Amethyst Lounge Bar & Restaurant after tipping the taxi man. Her slim hand encased in a red silk fabric glove reached into her purse to retrieve her cell phone. She gives the Manhattan city scene a cautious glance to ensure there are no unnecessary spectators before placing the device to her ruby-decorated ear.
“Sapphire, I’ve arrived.” Scarlette uttered plainly.
“Splendid! I already told to the host to expect you.” The male voice on the other end confirms, “I told him to expect the walking flower; lovely as a summer rose on a starlit evening.”
“Charming.” Scarlette responds, sounding impressed before adding in a harsher tone, “Now cut the shit. I’m coming in.” and bluntly ends the call before entering into the establishment.
Inside, the cherry neck-length cut vixen is spotted by the French host in his nicely pressed suit and violet vest and tie before the podium.
“Ah! Madame Scarlette Rose!” the host smiled professionally, “Allow me to personally escort you to Monsieur Sapphire.”
“No thank you.” She refuses apprehensively. “I have a knack for spotting people like him out of a crowd.”
“I see,” the host comments, “kind of like a sixth sense, no?”
“No.” she responds, “I see it as something more like a jackass radar.”
“Um… Understood, Madame.” The host receives awkwardly before resuming his work.
Scarlette ventured into the main lounge room where dozens of finely dressed patrons inhabit the various tables, sofas and barstools.
“Shouldn’t be too hard to locate an oaf in a blue suit around here…” Scarlette thought to herself, traversing through the crowd, “He’s supposed to be infamous for keeping a violet in his jacket pocket…”
She looked on as she saw the many clusters of enlightened faces, grinning and laughing to each other in the midst of their casual chatter. Some take notice to Scarlette’s presence and each give her a strangely warm nod of welcoming, as if they knew she was new to the lounge.
“Oh, to be young without a care in the world…” Scarlette muttered under her breath.
She decided to stop over by the electrically lit bar counter and leans back to get a good overview of the lavish lounge-goes.
“Looking for someone?” the Brooklyn-voiced bartender asked Scarlette from behind.
“No one I can’t locate myself.” She responds.
“Ah, I get it. I take it you’re looking for the boss, right?” The bartender correctly guesses.
Scarlette looks on at him rather surprised. “Boss? You mean—”
“Actually, Sapphire’s up in his office at the moment, taking care of some “personal matters” as he likes to call it.” The bartender continues, “Man, he always does this to his clients, especially to the new faces.”
Scarlette continues to eyeball him cautiously.
“Look, forgetaboutit!” the bartender digresses, “How ‘bout I get ya’s a drink? On the house!” and pours a small glass of the lounge’s best wine. “You should take a seat and get comfortable. I’ll call him down here, tell him his “summer rose” is waiting for him.”
Scarlette takes the glass with a bitter scoff before making her way to one of the empty sofas. While sitting, she finds herself eyeing a young couple, a brunette male in a golden suit caressing and starring lovingly into the face of an orange-haired female in a magenta gown. Scarlette quickly looks away, unable to tolerate the sight.
Suddenly, her moment of quietness is interrupted with the masculine sound of an “Ahh! There you are!”
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