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Master Celloist and amazing beauty, Ursula was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess Roger and Isabell Meriwether, born in late 1925 in northern England. She was embraced while studying music in the Conservatory in Vienna, as payment for her father's poor handling of certain loans, by one Ancello DeMedici.
Her life - or unlife as it were - was recently turned upside down by the arrival of one Nashim, an Assamite extraordinaire. |
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A classical beauty in every sense of the word, she is no wafer thin runway model, but a woman with soft curves that please the eye and beg to be caressed. Pale skin that seems as delicate as the finest porcelin covers her well proportioned body from her emerald eyes to her dainty toes. Her figure is the ultimate in hourglass design. Her nicely rounded hips curving into long shapely legs, a not-too pinched waist that leads the eye upward to her well balanced and firm breasts that strain to be released from her usually modest decolletage. Her crowning glory is her hair, a glorious vibrant red that shimmered with golden highlights. It was cut in a bob to her chin, perfectly framing her face to show off her wide eyes, delicate nose and full, ruby lips. From her carefully manicured nails to her finely shaped brows, Ursula was a Raphaelite dream woman sprung forth from his lifeless canvas; a piece of art in and of herself.
Ursula has been a patron of the arts since her childhood, and being escorted around the world by her sire she has been able to see most of the greatest artists in every medium of the last 50 years. She knows what she likes, and she will general stop at nothing to get it, whether it be a painting by Van Dyke or an original manuscript of Bach's. And now that her cruel sire is no longer in the way, the possibilities have become endless for what she can obtain.
The first item on her list, is her savior.... Nashim. |
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