Elizabeth Dubois is part of the Theatre Royal, the biggest Opera house in London.
When she isn't belting out the highest notes and putting on shows that sell out all the seats, she spends her time being the arms dealer in the London area.
Currently, her most loyal customers are The Ravens, she provides weapons and armor to them in exchange for having her problems dealt with.
Background
Born to a family of Opera singers, Elizabeth would spend her days in the courtyard practicing her plays.
She had an ordinary childhood, as ordinary as a noble can get, at least.
Dinner with the royals, professional portraits, silk bedsheets and whalebone corsets, all she ever asked for was provided to her on a golden dish.
Becoming an arms dealer
One day during a regular practice, she noticed she had ripped a part of her dress.
Going out under the moonlight, as the practice had taken the entire day, she stepped into her carriage, telling her chauffeur to bring her to a tailor.
The chauffeur, visibly confused, informed her that no tailor would be working at this time.
Drawing inspiration from the play she was was practicing that day, "Plight of the Ravens", she asked the chauffeur if he knew of any other tailors, ones that preferred working under the cover of night.
The chauffeur gave her a small nod, and clicked his tongue to get the horses to start moving.
Pulling up to a seemingly small house, the driver told Elizabeth that they arrived at his tailor.
Getting down from the carriage, Elizabeth turned to thank the chauffeur, but stopped when she noticed that he was also getting down.
"Miss Elizabeth, this tailor isn't keen on nobles, allow me to enter first, and I'll call for you when it's okay to enter."
Elizabeth gave an understanding nod, and let the man enter before her.
While waiting, she noticed a tall figure in her periphery, turning to look, she saw a man dressed in black wearing a plague doctor mask, making his way towards the tailor's shop.
Intrigued, she followed the man inside, the chauffeur noticed her intrusion and started hastily walking over to her.
She noticed the tailor staring at her with a very angry look on his face.
"Miss Elizabeth, I'm still talking to the tailor about your situation, please wait outside."
"I just want to talk to him" said Elizabeth, looking at the tall man in black.
"Fine, please let me finish talking to the tailor, and we'll get going"
"Of course" she said, with a smug smile.
Making her way over to the tall man, she tapped on his shoulder.
"Interesting to see a plague doctor here, I thought your robes were made by the church, not a back alley tailor"
The man turned around, allowing Elizabeth to get a closer look at the mask he was wearing.
She noticed that the man wasn't wearing a plague doctor mask, but instead a mask fashioned to look like a Raven's beak, with port holes, gold accents, and circular lenses for the eyes.
"Greetings, my name is Edward."
Edward extends his hand towards Elizabeth, the candle light shining through his lenses.
Elizabeth shakes his hand.
"I'm assuming you're here to get that nasty rip looked at? No noble would be caught dead with a dress in that condition."
"Exactly, but the tailor is being... unhelpful."
"Let me talk to him" said Edward, making his way over to the Tailor's bench.
"Richard, this is Elizabeth, a good friend of mine from the opera house, she just had a terrible day of rehearsals and would like her dress fixed as quickly as possible, I figure you could take a look and fix it in but a mere moment."
[ PERSUASION: PASSED ]
The tailor, Richard, looks over at Elizabeth.
"Ah I can't just let a good dress go in that condition. Fine Miss, I'll take a look." He motions towards a door to his left.
"Please go in and take a seat, I have some clothes you can switch into while you wait for me to fix it."
"Much appreciated Richard." said Edward, with a very smug tone.
"Don't push yer luck, Ed."
Elizabeth, now in the dressing room, switches over to the plain white robe the tailor had, leaving her ripped dress on the upholstery.
Hearing a knock on the door, she says "Come on in"
Richard enters in with some spare cloth and sewing supplies, ready to asses the damage and fix it.
Richard places the dress on a mannequin and gets to work, as Elizabeth sits by and watches him.
"So Miss, how long have you known Edward? Seemed like pretty close friends."
"Oh we go way back" says Elizabeth, waving her hand in the air as if to brush off the question.
"Really? How far back? I don't recall seeing Edward at any opera houses, and I've known him since I opened the shop!"
"Well..." said Elizabeth, trying to come up with a reasonable story.
Taking a shot at the dark, and making the correct assumptions, Elizabeth weaved a story of providing Edward with funds and tools for his "work".
[ CHARISMA AND INTUITION CHECK: PASSED ]
"Well I'll be." said Richard, seemingly impressed.
"That's quite the story Miss, not something I'd ever expect of a noble.. well, at least not one of your stature."