[Imogen Kingfisher]

IMOGEN BEAU KINGFISHER

she's a killer queen
gunpowder, gelatine
dynamite with a laser beam
guaranteed to blow your mind
anytime



S E E R . ORDER

My name is Imogen-Beau but I would prefer just Imogen. if that's got too many syllables for you to handle, I'd settle for 'Midge I might look like I'm twenty-three but that's because I am twenty-three ; hard to believe, right? Don't worry, I'm still definitely smarter than you.

If you're looking for me, you might find me in the basement of the Simmons Building where I'm a Head Archivist.

Roughly, I'm 5'8" tall, last I checked, and I'd be the first to admit my body is a little on the voluptuous side, ask me nice and I might hold it against you. Loads of people have told me how much I resemble Kelly Brook but that tramp has got nothing on me.

F I R S T . I M P R E S S I O N S

There are some people in the world, some special, privileged few who have just 'had it easy' in life. Not because of their class, nor their background or even how much Mummy and Daddy had in the bank. Whatever they put their hand to it just came easily to them, they don't have to think about what they do, it all just falls into place. Miss. Kingfisher has that air about her, effortless efficiency even when all around her other people are loosing their heads.

Imogen has a relaxed collected attitude that radiates calmness to others. She rarely loses her temper openly, preferring to sniper you with a smile and a one liner that won't hit home until later. People who are used to her, close to her, get to be frustrated at times, particularly when she puts on her sugary-sweet over tones of patronization. One would think she took pleasure from being able to be condescending. She has a way of making you feel small.

In all ways, Imogen falls short of alienating people. She always knows just what to say to set you at ease - practiced compassion and prepared self-deprecating jokes that, while false, come with a very real willingness to extend warmth to you. That's when she has her guard up, anyway. When she is close to you, or perhaps attracted to you, she seems to be every inch the girl next door, though still with that knack for subtle en tendres that hints at a sensual kitten underneath. It would be easier just to say, the girl will keep you guessing.

F A S H I O N . P A S S I O N

Solid, neutral colors and dark tones take up a lot of space on her scheme's palette, flair being created with cheap and interchangeable jewelery. Fake yellow gold is common enough but she doesn't mind, it does the trick from a distance and in the end the only thing she is interested in is the sparkle - even if certain rings do end up turning her fingers green. At least she can wear a different piece everyday and won't have to panic if she loses any of it of if it gets misshapen. In fact, the only thing she would be concerned about is a pendant from a certain grizzly Wornsword; dainty gold chain and a tiny bear's tooth on a golden hook.

As for her sense of style, an archivist's wage isn't much and working for the Order is an act of charity, so no income there. Appearances are important, however, looking preened and proper at all times is a definite must that does not always have to cost you the earth. This means discount boutiques, hitting the sales hard and the occasional decent find amidst the clothes rack offerings at the supermarket. Her tastes are far from outrageous so that takes a little of the difficulty out of her wardrobe foraging, at least for her professional ensembles.

Her outlook is modest and conservative and by that we mean skirts either on or below the knee, cardigans, sensible heels and definitely no cleavage. Her make-up when attending the archives is natural and light, maybe a touch of gloss in bad weather, clear nail polish or french tips and never bare legged - her tights are usually patterned too. Tops and jumpers are always suitable, all with at least a bit of a sleeve - camisoles are a no go area - and our office Queen has a penchant for frilled and layered embellishments too. Her long, full mane is always expertly highlighted as it is the one part of her appearance she does not mind investing a little extra money (it is the only thing she can't swap out, after all} and worn in a high bun, bulldog clip, side ponytail or otherwise clipped back and out of her face.

When stepping out, Imogen relishes sleek, metallic looking fabrics like silk or satin, form fitted shapes and empire waist lines. Plunging necklines make the most of her most obvious assets but only when out with the girls - cocktail dresses have no place at office parties. Her physique is the ideal hour glass which, frustratingly, is not the ideal being pushed for in the media. So because she is not a twig, and because the styles of today seem far too.. slutty? Yes. Far too revealing for a woman with a squeaky clean reputation to uphold, forcing Imogen to hunt out older outfits in various boutiques and online; she has a few prized dresses from a vintage Vivienne Westwood collection that get aired out once a year each.

And finally, when just relaxing, doing her own thing, she again likes to keep it simple, boot cut jeans and long sleeve tee's - no logos - short length shrugs and cardigans that do up under her bust, silky tops that fasten with ribbon at the back or halterneck dresses with leggings or tights. In winter she loves big woolen jumpers with over sized turtle necks that end up draping either one shoulder or the other. She adores fanciful buttons and, on the rare rainy day, will take out a few of her blander clothes and apply buttons and toggles of her own finding. Irregular Choice shoes and Rocket Dog boots are another sinful luxury, along with her hair that she will wear loosely pinned and voluminous.

D I M P L E S . A N D . T H I N G S

Not that our little darling was wrapped in cotton wool as a child, but she managed to spare herself from major cuts and wounds when playing with her dollies around the house and at her Mothers' feet. Everyone has at least a couple of freckles and moles, but aside from the odd paper cut, the only thing worthy of a mention is perhaps the four dimples in her ears which used to hold piercings but have long since healed over.

W H Y . D I D . Y O U . D O . I T

Being that her primary skill is in reading the emotions and thoughts occupying the author's head at the time impressions are made, it is doubtful she would let anyone tattoo her without first going into a long period of meditation to entirely clear their head. Failing that, she could always just learn to tattoo for herself. Until then, she's cartoon free.


She is lover of jewelery though, and she's had her fair share of punctures growing up, even her belly button at one time, but that didn't last. Now she just as her lobes done once each, though she is considering getting her secondary holes re-pierced at some point - so she can wear bobs and chandeliers at the same time.

M A N . W I T H O U T . S K I N

The ways in which Imogen resembles a Queen are many but they are underpinned with a tangible potential to be a little bit of a ... well, a cow-bag, shall we say. She has been known for her acts of benevolence and a general fairness with everyone, giving each individual a second and sometimes even a third chance when they make a mistake. In this way she seems to be humble and particularly gracious in a world of uncharitable behavior, but there's a veneer of smugness which is transparent and can be over looked, but after a few encounters with it that veil wears thin. If she takes issue with you, she can be outright condescending too, taking particular pleasure in highlighting what a moron you are.

An egoist by many standards -- which her parents and those in the Order have picked up on, naturally -- she begrudges the limelight being on anyone else unless she's making a fool out of them or otherwise besmirching their name. A lot of that has to do with her experiences growing up and being as dab handed at all things as she is; when you're the best at everything, you get used to having attention, praise and popularity. It is a hard mindset to break through, but she's trying, mostly. She's is never the first to make an openly derisive or nasty statement though, Imogen is something of a girl scout and part of her enjoys that status. Still, just as she takes pleasure in being better than others, so to it is a flaw of hers to exact petty vengeance in retaliation.
Piss her off and she won't show it, but you're bound to find your name doing double time through the rumor mill.

There is a positive to be taken from the negative of her self centered quality. Imogen-Beau does not suffer from envy of any kind. She is great, even if her clothes are a little cheaper than others, she rose above the ranks quickly and now runs the team and her unique skills make her a prize in the eyes of the Order too. That gives for a great deal of freedom in terms of her appreciation for things, she can see them for their beauty without thinking 'I got to get me one of those'. Though it should be said that, never having been rich, she has come to adulthood less materialistic than most anyway, unscathed by the clutches of consumerism. Her pleasures, too, are simple, allowing her to spend days with no electricity just reading by candlelight or undertaking quiet meditation.

Quite lofty in her approach to others, she seems breezy and ethereal at times, despite her obvious grounding in common sense. Perhaps thanks to her Seer genes, but it leaves the fact of her separation from the plane that humans exist on indelible. However, this distance from others goes deeper than just a Matriarchal view point over every one else. Something overlooked as her just being a good listener or the best out of all the other best friends. Kids, however, are naive, and once they grow up they start to notice the differences between people that much more easily.
She is very intuitive of her own emotions, able to express and hide them like any other woman, but she fails to sympathize or indeed to empathize with people if she is not physically in the same room, having to learn the queue's for an 'aaww' here or a 'it'll be fine' there. Vice versa, she is overly aware of their feelings when she is in the same room {it's worse when she's touching them} and thus goes the other way, trying to compensate and hide what she knows by putting on an impassive mask. Her balance is getting better, and hesitation to react disappears entirely in the company of people who know the Seer part of her world, but makes her seem a little robotic until you get used to her - that neutralizing aura of hers can take the edge off at least.

'Midge is at her most normal when she's being a flirt, however. She delights in attention and there's nothing she loves more than just being giggly and girly and shedding that work place demeanor of all business, or the friendship face of concern. Around men she is warm and radiates good feeling, seemingly both an innocent and a little bit of a sex kitten, like the cheerleader with a sordid love life. She's far from a kiss and tell or a whore, she's a notch on only 4 men's bedposts and intends to keep it that way... though she doesn't mind revisiting old flames now and then.
The flirtation eases off when she is in a relationship though. A reflection of her upbringing in a loving household. Her parents' marriage was always steady with plenty of give and take, as such she respects the men she is with and remains faithful. Knowing this about her does not help to put them much at ease when she bats her lashes at others though; her past boyfriends worked hard to earn the right to call her his, if they weren't jealous before, they will be by the end. She has yet to spot this repeated pattern and gets confused and hostile; love makes her blind.

S H O W . O F F

She's never been sure if it was because of or thanks to, that she excelled at her coursework and essay writing, but whichever came first, mid-way through her last exam season she started to notice her knack for pooling resources and finding what she needed. Logic thought plays a greater hand than her other inherent talent, but the two work side by side in her roles at work and as the Order's historian.

Keeping a level head in any situation and steering clear of being emotionally volatile, whilst not an obvious attribute, made her a great candidate for working under the pressures of being a Head Archivist at work. Deadlines or deadbodies, she allows herself a momentary flip out and then removes herself and gets on with it. Maybe she's a little too well practiced at cutting off her feelings?

Being what it is, her job has lent itself well to boosting her capacity for administration duties, she's even undergone a couple of courses to get recognized qualifications for her touch typing, switch board and computer operation and her finesse in taking memos. Nothing to boast about, surely, but ... well, the certificates are still kept in a pristine folder all the same.

You wouldn't think it, but being stealthy is an unexpected talent she has. The world's greatest eavesdropper, hider in go-seeking and the sneakiest of office gossips. If a rumor and piece of trash talk bears her mark on it, you'd never know because she's never been caught in order for you to compare it.

E P I C . F A I L

As stated, emotions are something of a gauntlet for her. Since leaving school and college behind her, people are a bit more savvy and experienced and she has had to start seeming a lot less aware of what's going on. As yet unpracticed in this skill, very used to just doing as she does, the balance between genuine concern and all out crying because you're sad in her presence, it's one of the few things that manages to frustrate her and it will be a while yet before she gets it right. She's no ice maiden, I promise.

Her Angora cat, Valiant, is a creature she could not be without. He is like a little recharging battery for her, topping up her happiness levels with his constant and soothing purr. This feline is never glum, all together too 'sooki' to be aloof with her or anyone else, and he can amuse himself and Imogen for hours at a time. Part of his appeal is his bird like chirping when he wants attention.

Ok, so she is not exactly a loose canon, Imogen-Beau still has difficulty recognizing the authority of other people. Her parents and brother are wrapped around her little finger, as is most of everyone else that have seen her girl next-door side, but that doesn't work on everyone. All the same, she doesn't try to censor herself, butting in when she feels her point is a valid one, talking over the top of people without so much as a clearing of her throat to break in. So, even when she isn't the one who called the meeting or running the show, she certainly does own it; whether you like it or not.

The closer Beau gets to someone, the harder it is for her to expose them with her talent. She can pick up feelings to a degree still, but won't marry up properly without the cognitive thought to go with it, they won't make sense on her own perceptive level and she finds herself tuning them out as they just become white noise. As a for instance, she has a best friend who starts feeling angry or bitter towards her, but won't have picked up on when this started to happen or the thoughts that perpetuated them.

T R I C K S . F O R . T R E A T S

TELEMPATHY
Essentially the combination of two weak powers to make a greater one. She can read residual energies, pick up emotions and glimpses of thought and can project a little of her own aura too. This is most accessible to her when dealing with marks. Writing, carving, indentation, doodles, had she thought of it, she might have made - and could still make - a very good psychoanalyst instead of a data analyst. If she holds a piece of paper, she can sense the imprinted emotion and sometimes thoughts of the author, this is made a lot easier with handwriting as it's personal, printed work will only ever reveal it's purpose to her and maybe one or two of the facts on it if proofread by the author. Original copies only, something produce by a machine might as well be a blank page... er, unless there's a light on, obviously, so she can read it the old fashioned way.
Being able to touch the mark in question is infinitely more valuable, allowing her a direct channel to the 'vibrations' left behind. When reading people, the same rule applies though not so extreme. Being of a similar matter, her mind can connect with another living being's in such a way that she can perceive things even from a distance. This latter has been getting steadily stronger and she has yet to catch up and fully turn it down let alone off, and spent each night in her current house crying because the woman next-door is in an abusive and cold relationship.

INVISIWALL
What will later become something of a force field akin to those her Father can produce, right now it acts as a mental barrier. Reading her thoughts is like breathing candyfloss to whoever attempts it. Sounds confusing? Well, you're probably not a Seer then.

L I K E S

Strawberries. Seances. Citrus Scents. Value For Money. Surprises. China Table Sets. Gryphon. Doves. Chintz. Rainbows. April Showers. Being Superior. Fashionable Glasses. Antiques Browsing. Gramaphones. Handwritten Poetry. Vanilla Yoghurt. Cottage Cheese. Pineapples. Gold. MacNamee. Gemstones. Crystals. Windy Days. Cocoa Butter. Almonds. Silk.

D I S L I K E S

Aggressive Patriots. Real Fur. Ice. Electric Fans. Sudoku. Fads. Thuggery. Washed Out Black. Fleece. Throw-overs. Rodents. Braids. Rust. Snorers. Teenagers. Flatbed Scanners. The Smell of Diesel. Action Films. Ruined Books. Tea Stains. Silver. Being Patronized. Smugness. Full Fat Milk. Paracetamol. Spiders. Dogs. Tobias Moore. Tea Cozies. Ink On Her Fingers. Menial Labor.

D O W N L O W

Taking a mundane job, arbitrary to a creature like a Seer is a security blanket. She could try to do something else and would more than likely succeed if she was determined. However, admin comes easy with her skills when she's compiling cases it's just like completing course work or putting together an argument. Things which she is naturally good at. No, she's not work shy, but she is terrified of failure. It doesn't happen to her, ever, and so now she lives in this little gilded cage where she is popular at work and within the remit of her life she is the golden child. However, she doesn't have quite enough confidence in her capabilities to try for something new. If only something would push her past that barrier, she could do or be almost anything.

I M M E D I A T E

George Kingfisher, Father, Seer - Reiki Healer and Invisible Man. Wanderer.
Aisla Kingfisher, Mother, Seer - Brainiac and Weatherwoman. Order.
____ Kingfisher, Brother, Seer - Suggester and Illusionist. Wanderer.

By no means was this family unit wealthy, not in monetary terms, but they did have a tight bond that went a lot deeper than most Seers could enjoy. They moved regularly but always together, keeping a roof over their heads and love in their hearts. The children were raised evenly, neither one more preferred or favored above the other and Imogen and her brother both got along swimmingly with the minimal amount of spats... when they were younger.

Imogen-Beau got every support she needed, and when she decided to move to the South of England, to be close to the Order and learn more of her ancestry, so too they supported her then. However, they never believed in pushing their children, a strong sense of 'fate' had a hand, and if it was meant to be it would, and they forbade themselves of casting their aspirations over their children for fear of deviating their rightful paths. A crying shame, otherwise Imogen might not have been so ready to settle for a life so mediocre, she has no ambition for anything except to go on being liked.

S I G N I F I C A N T

____ MacNamee.
A loveable doult as far as she's concerned, though she has entertained one or two thoughts of something more serious happening between them. Still, for now he is just a good friend that she has not revealed her Seer heritage to and has not told him that she knows the real significance of the bear tooth on a gold chain he has given her. She knows he's a shifter, just not that he's a Wornsword.

Tobias Moore.
She has no patience for him. Mostly because she feels depressed whenever he is around, which at first she could forgive, but it has been several years and she really has gotten quite selfish in her considerations of him. He ought to pull his socks up and troop on, everyone else manages it for God's sake.

____ Gryphon.
Her boss, apparently, though she rarely acts like it. She treats him more as an associate and pays no heed to his cautionary tones or blatant disapproval of her rumor making. She is particularly flirtatious when he is around too, both toward him and others, maybe there's a little attraction going on there, or it could just be she wants a rise out of Mr. Cool and Collected.

T H I N G S . I V E . S E E N

Imogen's parents met when her Father came to Bournemouth to voice a seminar on Reiki healing. Her Mother was there amidst the attending and across the room they felt an undeniable connection as only a pair of Seers may do. The Order, at that time, was still small and uncollected, lacking a unity which ultimately made it easier for Imogen's Mother to take flight and depart for the Northern Skies.

Aisla was already pregnant with Imogen-Beau by the time she and George were taking their marriage vows.

Not long after that, her brother was born. They were in a different town by then - still around Aberdeen - but it was the start of a trend. the 'fisher children would grow accustomed to hopping schools. In a year they could have left and reentered the same school half a dozen times, making up for their gaps in education by quite comprehensive homeschooling from their Mother, naturally. The anchor was family, the foundation. Around that? It didn't matter about the ever inconstant surroundings, nothing else would matter so long as they had family.

Things went on in this fashion. Imogen coping with slightly greater flourish than her brother, managing to adapt and make friends easily, picking up good grades as she went. She did, however, always make sure to support her sibling, looking after her glum little brother regardless of how annoying he could be.

At around the age of 10, she developed the first early signs of her abilities - much to her parents' delight. During a walk up to the local park, they had cross beneath a subway and Imogen's tiny hands had reached out to brush the graffiti strewn walls. Luckily she was confused, rather than disturbed, by what she felt, not yet of an age to comprehend the hate and anger scrawled all over the walls. Hers was a happy and mostly unblemished childhood.

Over time she would learn to hone her skill, working through meditation with her parents, and soon it was not just emotions she could feel but she could hear whispers of thoughts from the past. It was good practice to touch upon the gnarled, carved wooden surfaces of school desks. The defacing from children did not come with complex attachments and were easier for her to get a handle on.

Moving up through school, always moving house as she went, her exams were met head on and overcome, and the next step at 16 was always going to be college.

English Literature and Language were obvious choices, but Art History lost any charm it had initially held for her when she realized she would not be permitted to touch any of those great works of art. Until the age of 20, she would need physical contact to perceive anything of her intended artifact. So, dropping her Art classes, she proceeded to do well once again whilst barely batting an eyelid.

Standing on the otherside of education, unable to afford University, Imogen was suddenly very... uncertain. The world of work was an unknown but it was her only option and one that she hated. She could not glow in a job that had no room for progress and praise; there were no gold stars or 'well done' stamps. Her intelligence and prowess were out of place among office drones.

Midge did what seer's do best, and what her family had raised her to do.
She moved.

H E R E . A N D . N O W

The Order had changed since her Mother left. Their numbers were greater, they were organized. The son of the original Gryphon was in charge and he was actively recruiting. It was well advertised that in Bournemouth, awards were to be given to the achievers, the golden girls and boys, rank and prestige and so on. It called to her subconscious need for validation and she packed her bags after just one phone call to Gryphon.

Both the Order and the Simmons Building - where Gryph had earned a few contracts - had a niche for her. One as it's Historian, the other as their Archivist. What a well met match?
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At first she wasn't too concerned with what was going on, the spikes in Siren activity. It was just a bit of restlessness following - what would turn out to be - a shift in control of the Court.

That apathy changed when the spate of Water Baby appeared and then the death of the Wornsword Alphas. The Order are investigating and there's a feeling like a rogue fox in the coop; doing more than just ruffling feathers.

The fact that Gryphon sees fit to sit Imogen and the rest of the Eeyrie down to discuss the dangerous visions on the horizon means that something is definitively up. It might not feel right to be tag-teaming with the Horde, but she believes that anything is worth it to stop the rain of blood.

You can call me what you'll go by and I'm in the what ever's relevant time zone. You guys suckered me in with what drew you to us and I guess I'll be sticking around to post how frequently per week. Tell you something though, suggestion/s?

what you'd like your member title to be

R P . SA M P L E

Bo'yeah, right at the end we get you with it. Make it a good 'un and, whatever you pick to be seen by our powerful peepers, make sure it meets the words per post minimum.

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. C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S .
guess that means they like you

You've made the ranks as a S E E R, love, very well done indeed.
So what're you waiting for? Get to the good stuff already and go rip
some throats out!

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