The Morbid Socialite

If one had a calling card and could find an ermine stoat in the heat of False Summer, they could offer up the card and a scratch behind the ears to be escorted through London, to the flat of the Morbid Socialite. Due to the twisting nature of the streets of London, it was difficult to tell if the flat was situated closer to Veilgarden, Spite, the Flit, or Mahogany Hall, but it was nonetheless a small flat on the second storey of a building, requiring that one climb the internal stairs to reach the top floor. The door was simple, wood with a brass handle. Depending on the time of day, any number of sounds could be heard, from the chittering of weasels to the chattering of half-adopted urchins, from the cacophony of recreational drink to barren and utter silence. And, if there was a stocking on the door, it was best not to listen in.

Tularemia would climb up the simple door frame and stare down at the guest with stark, black eyes before disappearing into a small crack in the wall. Unless the guest knocked, they would be left on the stoop...

(OOC: I've realized I've handed out plenty of calling cards and invitations and had no place to start RPs, so consider this as my starter for anyone wanting to RP one on one if we haven't established how it would otherwise start!)

Name: The Morbid Socialite or Mementomori Malodrema

Referred to as: Maury or, if you happen to know him from a life in the sun, Doctor Malodrema.

Pronouns: he/they

Age: Late 40's

Species: More or less human, probably.

Ambition: Heart's Desire, Power, incomplete.

Appearance: Maury is a well-dressed man, standing at about five-foot-three, possessing of tanned skin and dark, wavy hair, a silver stripe cutting down the front fringe. His eyes are an amber gold and often peering under heavy lids, a charming smile almost always gracing his features. While often well-dressed, he's not often found well-put-together, his shirts open, ties undone, chemises open farther down than most polite company will allow. Not that he doesn't try to keep it together, he always starts the day finely pressed and presentable, but things do happen.

About: Maury's reputation precedes him, both as a former Doctor of the Morbid Arts and as London's very own public bicycle. He is a purveyor of all Neathy Delights, not the least of which include various honeys, fine arts, and pleasant company. Though, not many know what Maury does between his times spent with the Bohemians or the Well-To-Do. There may, perhaps, be more than meets the eye with this gentleman.

Personality: While they put on airs as someone far more charming and debonair, there is a glimpse of sincerity, as they study at Benthic. More patient, more poised, not so much here for the company, but rather what they can truly glean from the class. He's still a scoundrel and a hedonist, but the focus here is not something that can be swayed easily.

Why they're studying The Correspondence: Nobody is truly sure. To many, it might seem out of character, disparate from the stage presence he exudes. To the more observant, they carry an air of desperation, struggle, sleeplessness. Perhaps it's madness creeping in. Perhaps there's something they wish to accomplish. Whatever the case may be, he's not open to telling.

Interactions: Frequency may be limited by work, memory, etc, but feel free to reach out, if I accidentally left you on read or anything.

Player: Maury is played by Official-InfiniTea on Tumblr and InfiniTea on Fallen London. The art above, as well as all future icons and profile pictures, was done by OutdatedPrometheus, also on Tumblr.