So You Want to Get Into A Little Trouble?

Common

- A fellow drunkard. She drinks as easy as she breaths. See her at a bar just offer up a free drink and she’s your new best friend for the night- Machinist. 9/10 she’s got that ‘look’. Grease, grimy, and stinking of ceruleum. Need someone to look at automaton? Maybe get that bike of yours up and going? Magitek going a little wonky on you? She’s got you covered.-Drugs. She has a taste for the illicit. High, low, somewhere in between? Do you have something tasty for her? Sharing is caring.

Uncommon

- Madgirl Mods. Those whom frequent Ishgard, and in particular Foundation, may know and or have heard of her shop. Its got quite the reputation. Rumors of the owner are numerous. A madwoman. Insane. Experimentations. But mixed throughout are the word of a woman who does hard-work in a craft she has a passion for. Known for her builds, her automatons, turrets, and magitek weaponry it’s a good conversational starting piece. Maybe just… gloss over the madwoman bit? Or don’t, see where that gets you.-Criminal. Just look at her. Go on judge a book by its cover for a minute, and you're likely right with her. A woman who is barely, if ever, sober uppers, downers, alcohol, and all manner of debauchery. She dabbles in it all, but her specialty is firearms. She designs, makes, and sells them (unregulated of course). Need something deadly? Something that goes BOOM? She's got you covered, just make it worth her while.- Affiliations. Its no secret who the former Lebrocq now Montmioux spends her time with. A once small times arms dealer has set her sight on bigger fish. Now wife to the Majordome of the Montmioux family her less then legal enterprise has the gil backing it. Perhaps you've had the misfortune of bumping into one of the Montmiouxs. She's found herself quite at home in luxury and shadow.

Rare

(I have no problem with anyone using these hooks but I do ask for a little bit of OOC discussion so as to not Meta)- Half-bred. A Garlean-Elezen mutt. Perhaps you knew of the Lebrocqs when young and they were ostracized for their mixed blood. For those with an astute sense of Aether hers is distinct. Something sickly, off, wrong. Akin to a fire trapped beneath a glass bubble. Only enough oxygen let in to keep flames burning.- Insanity. To every rumor there’s a half-truth. In Fleur’s case the rumors are truth entirely, but she puts on a good façade to keep people questioning. Beneath that shit eating grin and careless approach is something unhinged. A madness brewing, festering, who knows how fractured her mind is. Those with a keen enough sense might see just that lurking behind disarming steel-hues. Given enough time, booze, and in the right setting go ahead and ask about those rumors.- Prosthetics/Enhancements. Its not a common practice by any stretch of the word. Her less then legal work is experimental at best, torture, and a one way ticket to an early grave at worst. Yet people thrive to be better, to be the strongest, to be the fastest and who is she to deny such eager prey potential clientele.