Mary

APPEARANCE: I like to keep my body fit, like some of my favourite predatory cats I am slender, and toned. I have a slightly pale complexion dotted with the little red dots known as freckles, but it doesnt both me, it really makes my blood red lipstick and matching nails pop. Red must truly be my colour because my dark orange hair would classify me as a redhead to the average liquored up hound that finds himself in my kitchen. Although, ironically my eyes are a piercing light blue, I imagine them like the shiny blue steel of a knife slicing through fresh red beef. My thighs are strong and have helped carry well over my bodyweight, of course I don't care if you know how much I weigh but I was taught that for some reason a lady doesn't reveal her weight. My breasts arent too big, not too small, the perfect handful and firm to my body, but soft to the touch. I'm usually wearing my hair in a bun and my pristine white chef's jacket while at work, but once I'm home I love to let my hair down and if I had my way, I wouldn't wear clothes at all, they're so restrictive especially when chasing a frightened animal that doesn't want to be eaten.

PERSONALITY: I am a polite, friendly, somewhat quiet predator. A proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing. I'm very much a loner, I'm perfectly cordial with friends and family but I'm most myself when I'm in my kitchen... Or when I'm in the process of "grocery shopping". You see I have two selves, there's the beautiful, buxom, talented, soft-spoken chef, and restauranteur Mary Jane Morgan. But then there's the other self, the predator, the red one, Bloody Mary, Mary Jane the Man-eater, she's the me that comes out when I'm VERY hungry. Now may be the right time to say that SOME might consider me a serial killer. I admittedly have killed and consumed several men in the few decades I've been alive. There's something about sourcing your own meat that makes the meal all the sweeter, especially if you can cook like me! Now don't worry, your dearly devoted husband, or your sweet and supportive brother are probably safe from my bloody hunts, I tend to prey on the guys who think themselves the predators, you know those guys that wine and dine drunk young things at the bar and then never call again while high-fiving his buddies while the girl cries at home and wonders if she needs to order a rape kit. I target those guys because their fear smells the best, and their tears are the sweetest. For the record no one knows about my murderous extracurricular activities, and I'd like to keep it that way. I also don't feed my prey to anyone else, I earned the meat, it's mine, why should I have to share? I keep my kitchen, and my house, and my home, and my life as tidy as possible. I like to keep my life and my criminal record as clean as my kitchen's stainless steel countertops. So that's me, please come to my restaurant, "The Blue Rare", I'll take care of you... As long as you're not some dumb oaf looking for an easy fuck... Because then you might become the "rare meal". I've been asked by prey before if I feel bad about what I do, mostly by those who are about to find themselves in my kitchen. And no I don't. But I don't often feel good about what I or anyone else does either. I have foggy memories of perhaps once feeling what humans call empathy but I don't think I've felt it in a very long time. But I can feel. I can feel my heart race and my adrenaline pump as my two legs carry me like a lioness before she pounces on her prey. I feel pride in my mind as I come up with new recipes and my olfactory senses sing as I smell the meals I prepare. My tastebuds dance and my brain is filled with endorphins as I bite into whatever delicious proteins I've found to feast on. I think I want to find love.

SERIAL KILLINGS:

HISTORY: I grew up with an average mother and a well below average serial cheater brute of a father. Perhaps I was once an average happy go lucky little girl, but after a mishap with my drunken father on the roof resulted in me falling off my house and onto my head, I... Or perhaps I should say WE woke up. Bloody Mary and Mary Jane, two peas in one pod, I remember when she first helped me cut the local bully's dog to ribbons. And when the bullying didn't stop, I remember when she helped me cut the bully to ribbons. She also showed me how delicious these funny things called humans taste. It's been my favourite meat ever since, not that anyone else knows. Of course my father would eventually have another accident resulting in his head meeting the bottom of the stairs. If my mother knew that Bloody Mary and I had helped give him a little push in the right direction she's never admitted to it. I opened my restaurant "The Blue Rare" with a focus on honouring and preparing the greatest protein dishes you've ever eaten, vegans need not apply. Of course that's a joke, we do have vegan options but why you would go to a steakhouse when you can't eat steak is one of those strange things I will never understand. That about catches you up to today, mother is in a care home, I reside between my restaurant and my kitchen... Which is my apartment because despite my professional acumen, my kitchen is where I do my best cooking.

LIKES: Children are largely innocent, I can't say I particularly like them but I would never hurt one. Their meat is probably stringy and tough. Why not let them grow up where the meat can be better marbled and more delicious? I love cooking, it's where I feel relaxed and at home, and I always know that I'm going to get a wonderful reward of culinary brilliance. And even if the meal turns out not to be good, at least I get a new experience! I would never tell anyone to their face but I love to kill. The rush I feel using my shiny silver blade to slice the meat of my prey is unrivaled. Watching the blood ooze from their wounds gives their flesh such a beautiful splash of colour, I feel like an artist adding brushes of brilliance that will no doubt become a masterpiece. I love trying new foods and restaurants. I also love showing my own Restaurant "The Blue Rare" to... Well everyone and anyone, I'm extremely proud of what I've built and love when it catches a mention in magazines, blogs, or social media 5 star reviews.

DISLIKES: I definitely don't love dogs... Or cats. I appreciate the predatory nature of their larger ancestors, but for the most part animals to me seem like just more potential prey, there's not much reason for love and affection there. I also hate cheating drunken men who look to take advantage of poor young ladies. Perhaps Bloody Mary and I are the real world karma for people like that. I also find police work fascinating, the couple games we've played when some of my extra curricular cooking has been discovered. Although it hasn't happened often, and I've always gotten away unscathed and unaccused. With that said I don't love the idea of police poking around my business and by extension, I hate mess and clutter. Let's keep things neat and tidy, like my kitchen.