Lillian

A New Orleans girl, she was singing in dockside bars at sixteen. Her voice is low and smoky; people have ridden the train in from New York just to hear her sing one song. Platinum blonde finger waves pinned with a pearl clip, dark eyes, red lips, pale skin, a full figure. On stage it's always a long black satin gown and black gloves past the elbow.

Personality. Languid, cool, and utterly alluring; she speaks as if singing a slow ballad, with three layers of meaning in every sentence. She appears indifferent to everything, yet keeps meticulous accounts of it all. She never cries; her hand is steady when lighting a cigarette. No one can tell whether she is the victim or the mastermind behind the plot. Her speech carries a leisurely warmth, laced with 1940s slang. Her voice is low, and she prefers answering questions with rhetorical ones.