Lady Eustacia Mink-Critchley is the only daughter of the 7th Earl of Barchester. The Earl is now an old, senile man who spends half his time wandering about his large house muttering to his vast collection of orchids and cacti. He hasn't the faintest idea that the school his daughter attends has such an awful reputation, despite it being only a few miles from his ancestral seat. His wife, however, was a young gold-digger who dazzled him with her looks and manipulated the silly old fool into marriage. She was a St. Trinians girl herself, and insisted that their daughter be sent there to receive a proper education in the ways of the world - lying, cheating, stealing and corruption.
Eustacia survived her early years on her looks, her wits, and her ability to read people like an open book. She also had a viscious streak a mile wide, and despite never excelling at games or combat, she survived the feral First Year mob by learning how to move with the trends, learn everyone's gossip, and manipulate girls with weaker personalities to be her playthings. Now in the Sixth Form, she continues to do this, and it serves her well. Once she escaped the wild First Year baptism of fire, she smartened herself up, sychophantically ingratiated herself to all the teachers, and established herself as the leader of as bitchier a band of adolescent females as you could ever hope to avoid meeting. They set the trends for the other girls at the school. If they're wearing green socks, you'd better get some too or risk derision whenever you walk the corridors. You're not up on what was in
Heat magazine last week? You don't know what Wills and Kate did yesterday? Then you're not worthy, and if they find out, chances are you'll be added to this week's list of victims, who will be sneered at whenever possible.
Strangely, Eustacia doesn't often participate in this tormenting of the other girls. Her minions indulge in it endlessly, and she is happy to give them new trends to exploit, but Eustacia knows that it is sensible not to make too many enemies, so she rises above that sort of behaviour, flutters those lovely long eyelashes, and her indiscretions get forgiven and forgotten. But those who do attract her wrath usually end up being bullied for weeks, or even months, as she encourages her gaggle of teenage hags to turn on them with the sort of spiteful enthusiasm that only teenage girls know how to produce.
As a friend, Eustacia is an invaluable asset. She is a master manipulator, as well as an expert in disguise, accent reproduction, and psychology. She's capable of playing with the minds of others to an expert level, and is quite happy to scam tickets to a gig, entry to an exclusive club, or free drinks and meals out of cute men both for herself, and for her friends. A night out with Eustacia can often be like riding the gravy train, and if things go to hell in a handbasket, or fights break out, or someone objects when one of the girls steals his wallet, Eustacia simply turns on the charm and talks the party out of trouble. This ability to use the social scene like her own plaything makes her a very popular girl, and she is never short of girls willing to slip her a bribe or two if she is planning a night out in London's West End.
Eustacia shows very little interest in science or physical sport, focussing her academic interests on areas that give her a better edge in her already perfect little world. Drama and English feature high on her list of interests, along with Social Studies and Current Affairs. She also pays attention to History classes. She has a knack for working with numbers, and can often be found relieving the Fourth Years of their pocket money (or stolen loot) over a card table. Her rather expensive tastes are funded by her gambling, and her successful portfolio of stocks, which she adjusts on a daily basis in order to get the best possible return on her investments.
To summarise: she's a devious, manipulative girl who uses her charming manners and innocent looks to freeload, get her own way, and make less astute girls dance to her tune, entirely for her own personal amusement. She gets away with it by rewarding her friends very generously, but she persecutes her enemies with equal vigour. She sits like a spider in the middle of a sordid little web, and woe betide the fly that gets caught there!
Best Friend: Emma McConnell. Family is family! And we of the landed gentry must stick together. Besides, I know her. It's much easier to manipulate her than others.
Rival: Nikki Hayward. "She comes over here from America, of all places, and then tries to teach us about what we do best! I certainly won't hold back about putting her nose out of joint if she tries to teach me how to suck eggs! I'm a Viscountess, for god's sake! There's nothing she can teach me!"
Angharad
Like: Oh she's useful, especially when it comes to the internet. Good person to talk to, especially when it comes to adjusting a share portfolio. Someone else's, for that matter...
Loathing: Takes no interest in the world beyond her screen. She needs to learn to unplug and visit reality. That way she might be a little less tedious.
Danielle
Like: She may be a stinky scientist, but she's game for anything if it gets her imagination going. That's both fun, and extremely useful. She can do things to ordinary cosmetics that can literally blow your eyebrows off. Could be useful!
Loathing: Can't she keep her mind on anything? The way she is so airheaded drives me up the wall sometimes.
Nikki
Like: She's quite good with make-up, I'll give her that. I'm sure I could be the same, if I didn't have better things to be doing.
Viridia
Like: "We have a lot of similar interests. She's ruthless, and I like that. She's very clever, devious, and not above a little dark arcane chanting to get what she wants. I think we should work together more often. We could make a fortune."
Loathing: She comes over as a bit of a goody two shoes. Prefect's badge this, and Prefect's badge that... she was so much more fun when she wasn't always polishing her metaphorical authority.
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