Post by shera on Oct 15, 2012 0:10:02 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 12px; height: 100px; width: 100px;float: left;][cs=2][classy=boorder] [/classy][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MADAM SHERA[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]FLAMBOYANT . INTUITIVE . BLUNT [/style] | |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]BASICS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]LOLA SHERAmadam shera, the red lady, her majesty 02/03/1975TRANSGENDERED homosexual-ishCIVILIAN socialite, madam, stage performer, and a procurer of certain illegal substances[/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]PERSONALITY[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]Shera is everything that you would expect her to be. She is loud, obnoxious, rude, charismatic, and humorous. She is all the things a good stage performer needs to be. Somehow people enjoy being offended and appalled as long as the person doing it has a microphone. Shera typically exudes this stage persona in most circumstances; her performance personality has been adopted as her own. In smaller groups Shera is still the center of attention, she is still loud and boisterous, but she knows when to shut up. Shera can read people very well and she knows when it is appropriate to make an inappropriate joke and when it is time to simply listen to a person. Shera loves absorbing the gossip and tragedy of others and then loves spreading that information around. For this reason most of Shera’s friendships don’t go past the standard social setting. Few people will give Shera a ride to the airport but many will join her at a bar for a drink. She is not the close confidant but she is the fun drinking buddy. Alone Shera becomes a very different person, sometimes she even becomes Jordan but he is so far buried beneath layers of makeup and cosmetic surgery that he rarely makes an appearance. Shera is a very quiet person alone and surprisingly enjoys reading and sketching. Sure she still likes to watch trashy reality television and drinks in excess but the behind closed doors Shera has a lot more substance to offer. Sometimes Shera becomes too lonely, ends up too deep in thought about her career and life choices, and thinks about ending it all. But then she smokes a little something, throws back some tequila, and goes out on the town. While Shera is a loud mouth and likes to spread around people's dirty laundry, she is very protective of her own secrets and typically steers conversation topics away from her past. Shera prefers to talk about where she's been, who she's seen, and what they were doing, rather than talking about her own feelings on a sensitive topic; she never talks about her true past. In fact, Shera, is known for telling many variations of her past life and the details change vastly between tellings. Shera does care for certain people and she feels pangs of guilt over the young men that work in her bars, as she can see the hollow look in their eyes and see herself reflected within them. Shera tries not to dwell on such things though. And even those she does legitimately care for, she tries not to go out of her way to help anyone if it doesn't have obvious benefit to her. Shera has had to build up a wall between herself and the populace and rarely does she let people in. Shera would much rather be seen as the fun drunk that people want to party with, than a person of substance and value battling depression with drugs and alcohol. [/style] |
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]HISTORY[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]Madam Shera was not born, she was made. Once upon a time in a small town in the middle of nowhere, a young boy named Jordan Sanders was born. Jordan was born into an average middle class family with a hardworking father and a stern but well-meaning mother. Jordan was the youngest of two older sisters and his father worked from early in the morning till late in the evening, so Jordan never really had a male figure to look up to; he relied on his mother and sisters for guidance, support, and example. As Jordan grew from a toddler into a young man, it was very obvious that he was a little different. Jordan preferred playing with his sisters Barbie Dolls and playing dress up more than he did playing with toy trucks or playing sports with neighborhood boys. Jordan was a thin and somewhat sickly child that easily burned in the sunlight and couldn’t catch a ball to save his life. He was often teased by the other boys at school, but found solace in a few overweight female friends that were just as unpopular as he was. During Jordan’s first year of high school he began wearing women’s clothing underneath his normal clothes and would spend a great deal of time in his room singing along to Madonna and sketching dress designs. And at the age of sixteen he worked up the courage to tell his mother about his attraction to boys and his fondness for female clothing… that didn’t go over so well, his father found out, and before long Jordan’s simple life became even less and less appealing. He played along with his parents for awhile, saw counselors, talked to religious leaders, and even went through some rather extreme corrective shock therapy; then Jordan decided that he had had enough. Jordan ran away from home with little more than a backpack full of food, clothes, and the contents of his mother’s purse and hit the road. He walked, hitchhiked, stowed away on train cars, until he finally reached his idea of paradise, Los Angeles. It should come as no shock to say that Jordan was both ecstatic and let down by the city of angels. Yes there were flashy lights, celebrities, bitchy people, and huge parties, but there was no welcoming party waiting and ready to accept Jordan. He found no sanctuary in L.A., just cold streets, large price tags, and an extreme shortage of “free” food. Jordan stayed in a few homeless shelters for a while but was eventually forced to make money the good old fashioned way on the streets. For several years Jordan simply wandered around the seedier parts of L.A. selling his body, drugs, and robbing from people on occasion when the right opportunity presented itself. He began dressing in women’s clothes full time, oddly making more money that way, but had yet to become Madame Shera. Instead he started going by the name Silver and at eighteen, Silver attempted to steal a purse from the wrong woman. The woman’s fiancé chased Silver down and proceeded to fight with Silver for the purse. Jordan/Silver/Shera still can’t remember for sure if she had the knife or if the man pulled one out, but in the end of the struggle the man still ended up stabbed in the neck and dead; and Silver killed the then screaming, then silent, woman in a moment of fear and anger. After this incident Silver became more heavily involved in drug use, which made her grow sloppy, and landed her in jail on several occasions; although she was never charged with any murder. The next several years sort of passed by in a drug induced haze until Silver finally found someone that was willing to pull her out of her hell. Lady Au Pair, a drag queen, bar owner, drug peddler, and madam recognized Silver as more of a performance asset than a physical desire. She helped Silver kick her extreme addictions for more manageable ones, and reinvented her as Lola Shera, a stage performer and the protégé of Lady Au Pair. As Shera, she excelled and began living an extremely different lifestyle than her previous. Lady Au Pair had a fairly sophisticated prostitution and drug chain revolving around young men and used several bars as fronts for her operation. Shera became more integral to the operations and drew a crowd whenever she performed on stage. She would dance and sing and make lewd jokes, and some of the spectators at her shows would slip away to back rooms to experience different kinds of entertainment. After a while Shera adopted Madam to her stage name and had become extremely popular among a certain West Hollywood audience. She was given a percentage of ownership over some of the bars in which she performed and she received a fairly decent cut from the extracurricular aspects of the bars. Shera has never been too involved in the workings of things backstage, but she is known for finding just what someone needs. Lady Au Pair eventually died from a heroin overdose but another of her protégés, Vivica West, took over the bulk of operations and left Madam Shera to maintain her role as entertainer. Nowadays, Madame Shera has found herself living a very lavish lifestyle and as a very eccentric socialite. She is always in full make up and dress when out in public, she knows all the gossip, and she never misses the important parties. Shera has stepped up slightly in her role of pimping out the right boys to the right customers and making sure certain substances find their way to the right clients, but for the most part she simply provides the noisy distraction needed to cover up the transactions being performed. Occasionally, when alone, Shera will be overwhelmed by her lifestyle and break down, but she typically focuses on the finer shallower things in life; preferring a martini to an existential crisis. [/style] |
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