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Should I write a little something about myself here? Would it be of any interest to passers-by? Would it be more prudent to say nothing or selfish if I did not?



The Basics:

Name (Full and commonly known by): Hon. Lady Boudicca Redesdale, Boud, eineleine.
Current age: 26.
Distinguishing Features: 5'10", strawberry blonde, blue eyes, slim to round build, freckles, one scar upon the right shoulder-blade.
Marital Status: Single (debuted)
Place of Birth: London, England.
Currently Residing: Berlin, Germany.
Occupation: Student in Medicine and Sciences, Ladies Companion.

Of my aspirations, dreams and experiences:
Beng born to the 2nd Baron Redesdale on the 20th of August, 1912, in London, England, I attended school until 16 years of age. As is the norm' in good ol' England at prestigious St. Maggie's. Upon leaving, I went about studying medicine and sciences as well as art and the classics. I met the most amazing lady through one of my cohorts, who changed my life and kindly applied for my company, to with her through India, in 1932. My father had concerns in America, Canada, India, South Africa and most recently Germany, of all places, so I was thrilled to gain what experiences I could from Indastan and my new friend, Savitri Mukherji. She was of English, Lombardy and Greek decent but delightfully French and marvelously driven woman. An author no less. Two of my sisters often spoke of her and other members of a society called Thule. I was intrigued and a wide-eyed lamb to the altar of mysticism and philosophies. I adored my time in India. I hated to leave it. My second home. but my father required my homecoming and was not too keen on how well I had taken to the first lady of Thule or my wearing a saree everywhere I went. Old fashioned as he was, I loved him dearly and came home upon his calling. Savitri and I, agreed to meet up again in Berlin in the future. Once I arrived back in Swinbrook, father sat me down and told me that although it was enlightening and no doubt an adventure to travel India, it was really time I ought to settle down and think about either a career or a marriage. I was initially horrified with the idea of marriage, having seen what I had in India. Arranged marriages have pros and cons, and I asked him if he had any one man in mind. He confessed he had not been able to find someone for me and my willful ways. This was such a relief. I look back now and think I was so cheeky then. He suggested something proper for a Lady in the military or volunteer service, much like the Queen, her madge, was pioneering as an Ambulance Driver, showing the way for young ladies to help out. two of my sisters had already forged something of a reputation for themselves and my eldest sister was a celebrated author. My brother, however, was a let down in my father's eyes, but I adored him all the more for it. I think my father would have prefered I follow in the footsteps of my eldest sister Nancy or Elizabeth R. Instead I was entranced and happily so, with the new world and it's potential and I flew to Germany and to be with Savitri in Berlin. I told my father I was looking into a medical career in the military.

I now have my own rooms within Savitri's German home and I have visited the tourist attractions and met some terrifyingly important people. Both my wayward sisters, Di (of whom, I'm deamed to be a carbon copy) and Val, have taken my under their wings and through Val mostly, I've seen a wonderful future for great Britain and indeed Germany, if not the World. Father writes constantly, insisting on my updating him on my sisters, my education as a military nurse and on the state of affairs within the political realm in these tumultuous times. I find it very edifying to be teaching my father a thing or two. I'm still a rebel, it seems.

A fortnight ago, I met, completely by chance, a dashing young man on a smelly Russian motorcycle. His name is Jens and he seems enamoured of me and persistant in attaining a date. He's somewhat dangerous looking but immensly handsome. I have decided to appear coy and disinterested for now. Or at least until I know more of him. Diana keeps telling me that I should look to court someone higher in status, especially with my having a title. I'm not sure whether I could be married to a man for his name and standing alone. She cetainly married for her heart. I have been invited to a huge ball taking place in Berlin. Savitri advised me it would be a great oppotunity and to be on the look out for another young lady of means named Galiena. She told me this with a wry smile upon her face. What that could mean I'm not sure. I believe Unity will be there, so I'll have someone to chaperone me and giude me trough the veritable minefield of nobles and dignitaries. I'm so very excited. I have deliberated wildly over what to wear. Should I wear one of my most precious sarees or dress in traditional ballgown attire? It's not as though this is my debut, that's 10 years hence. Maybe, in honour of my mentor, my crimson saree with black and white lace trim. I'm told this colour combination is incredibly popular with the Heads of State that will be present. I have been waiting for an excuse to wear the diamond bindy father had made for me from his favourite mine.

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