The girl...

Hogwarts Hocus: OOC

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 10:58:28 GMT

PLAYER
Name/Alias: Laura
Age: 29

Contact Info:
AIM: exotic inara OR sihnon siren
MSN: morenamystifies(at)googlemail(dot)com
Email: given out upon request
Time Zone: Eastern Time Zone

Name:: Inara Serra
Profession/Occupancy:: Companion
Central Character/Supporting Organization:: Serenity

Appearance: At first glance, Inara is the beautiful creature she appears to be, but there's more than meets the eye with her. Graceful in her movements, she has a body that shows she's well trained in the arts of the companion. Almost like the body of a dancer, she moves with very easily, not prone to clumsiness or awkwardness.

History::
Inara, born in the late 25th century on Sihnon, is a Companion, a high-society courtesan licensed by the Union of Allied Planets (the "Alliance"). Prostitution is perfectly legal on most planets, and Companions are high-class courtesans,, affording a certain respectability. It's for that very reason that Mal first chose Inara to rent one of Serenity's shuttlecraft.

Inara was a rising member of Companion House Madrassa, possibly in contention for house priestess, when she suddenly and inexplicably left to travel the outer rim. She has suggested that she "wanted to see the universe", although it is unknown why she actually left Sihnon.

Position: Companion, passenger
PB: Morena Baccarin
Journal: this one - http://exotic-inara.livejournal.com
House: Slytherin

Very Special RP post.

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 16:38:42 GMT

I do not know what is wrong with me. The way he smiles. The way his body pressed close to mine when I was taking my aim. The way that his warm breath tickled my ear. Oh Buddha, I wanted to just close my eyes and lean back against him, to let my fingertips dance over him, and practically drag him back to my shuttle. How is it that I have all these years of control, and then the minute I get anywhere near Malcolm Reynolds, it all just falls away.

He smells clean, yet dirty. He has that gentle combination of soap, sweat, and musky gun oil. And his hands. They're calloused, so they're not smooth. Still, that rough texture as it brushed against my hand sent a shiver down my spine. I want him. More than I've ever wanted anyone before. It's not like any of the clients I've had. I want him. I want him to control me. I want him to do things to me that I shouldn't be thinking, not as a Companion. I want him to take me and leave me gasping for breath, or maybe shivering in his arms. I want him to take me.

His eyes. They're so blue, like an ocean. I could get lost in them. When he gets that little schoolboy look on his face, trying to be innocent, I want to just laugh. Or the way he gets a pouty lip and those puppydog eyes when he's looking at me. He makes me feel special, wanted. More than any client ever did.

If he ever knew that I wrote these things down, I would be in big trouble.

Inara closed her journal and then put it on top of her nightstand. Nobody entered her shuttle without her permission, so she didn't have to worry about anyone reading it, did she?? With that, Inara stood up and left her shuttle. Maybe some tea in the galley would help settle her raging hormones.

Confusion abounds

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 07:35:42 GMT

As usual, we have only stayed on this planet long enough for someone to get hurt in mortal danger, and now we will be leaving once more. And, as usual, we have picked up someone else to have on board. Yet another woman for Malcolm Reynolds to save. I don't know who she is, but that really is of no consequence either. No time for me to actually contract a decent client. No time to stock up on any supplies. No time to take Kaylee shopping like I had wanted to. No time for anything, it seems. Well, why does any of that surprise me on this ship. I think if Mal had us docked in a quiet port for one day, I would die of shock. Mal seemed to be very concerned for this woman. Peraps she is someone from his past. And perhaps she's just a little player like Saffron. We'll see.

Mal. He certainly is an enigma. I tell him how I feel, he wanders away, but not before confessing he has the same feelings for me. Oh, and don't forget the part where he doesn't like my job and will never be with me as long as that I'm in employ. Then, today, I tell him that I have something for him. And I do. And I do not say what it really is. And what happens. Nothing. Again, as per usual. Backward glances and soft touches, it's the same old dance. I'm currently tired with this step. He blushed. He stammered. He even coughed. Could this be signs that I'm along the right path, or did I make a foolhardy turn down the wrong one. Sigh.

I do love him. So did I make a mistake choosing to stay.