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Zhavi · **01-06-2016, 08:29 PM**

Crotchety old woman who previously held social/political influence but, since retirement or otherwise dethroning has instead fallen into a murky shadow of fireside rockingchair knitting circles, full of gossip and complaints against rule-breakers and "those young knuckleheads" so on and so forth.

I got a taste of it with an old npc marquesa, with limited influence herself but significant amidst her more powerful family, with such character interplay as thus -

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Five minutes later, the Illustrious Dona had been settled in a comfortable armchair that had, at her insistence, minimal padding. Costanca had not yet found a chair of her own, instead standing beside some of the pieces of artwork that Sarita had decorated the room with. One vase in particular had caught her attention, since it meant she had to face away from Guiomar to properly look at it.

"Must you continue to wear such outrageous colors?"
"There's nothing wrong with orange, dearest Aunt. The colors I favor remind me of spring."
"Yes, well, that spring has long since passed for you, carino. You look the part of a fat tangerine."

Costanca grit her teeth against a sly, spiteful reply, and turned so she could favor her elder relative with a beaming smile. "How dear of you to think of me," she said.

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annnnd

Guiomar watched Diego leave the room with eyes that openly displayed her disdain. Her attention thereafter settled on Costanca's gently waving fan. "Is there a gala you shall be attending?" the Marquesa asked.

The aristocratic accent she used to prey upon her lessers with was most pronounced.

"I am merely overwhelmed by your presence, Illustrious Dona," Costanca sank into a deep curtsey. It didn't even take effort for the accompanying simper. The fan was, once more, shut away and hidden within its discrete pocket.

Guiomar's jowls quavered as she sat back, the sagging skin untroubled by any magical embellishments. Guiomar had nothing against magic, of course, but she liked to remind people of her age. As she'd remarked loudly and often, she had no need of looking the part of a young floozy as so many of her contemporaries seemed to. "Are you quite certain it is assassination that continues to decimate the Senora Costanca's fiances, and not suicides?" The question was addressed to Sarita.

"I must plead apology for the long hours that have kept me from attending your needs," Sarita responded, blithely skipping over the insult before Costanca even had a chance to prepare her returning salvo.

Sarita was never any fun.

that had to be one of my most favorite rps (it helped that my partner absolutely excels at subtle snark and wit), and since then the hankering to play gossipy old 70-80 year olds has had me. Circumstance and other rp whims, however, keep drawing my attention elsewhere.

A character concept you always wanted to try...

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