Scherezade deWinter
The Blood Hound
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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- Canon Link: n/a
- Primary Source: n/a
- Corporation Name: Molto Morta
- Headquarters: Wobblestation
- Locations:
- Wobblestation
- Coruscant
- Dromund Kaas
- Bastion
- New Alderaan
- Naboo
- Nar Shaddaa
- Jutrand
- And many more
- Operations: Restaurant Chain
- Parent Corporation: Whimsy
- Subsidiaries: n/a
Molto Morta is the galaxy's most unpredictable culinary phenomenon. It's a high-glam, high-drama restaurant chain found on every major capital world and scattered across a few choice hotspots as well. Recognizable by its iconic pink-and-plum Glam Noir aesthetic, Molto Morta has become synonymous with reinvention, indulgence, and theatricality.
The chain's signature rule is simple and sacred:
~ every menu must die ~
Each branch completely overhauls its menu every season, sometimes inspired by local culture, sometimes by a chef's fever dream, sometimes by trends, whims, cosmic alignments, or pure artistic chaos. No two branches ever serve the same menu at the same time, and patrons often planet-hop to chase their favorites.
If a seasonal concept becomes wildly popular, it may be extended for one more season… but never more than two. Reinvention is the heart of the brand, stagnation is sacrilege.
Molto Morta's themes range wildly:
- A broth-based house turning into a dessert cabaret.
- A fine-dining Sith fusion retreat transforming into street-food chaos.
- An Outer Rim smokehouse reborn as a botanical vegan dream.
- An all-cream café emerging from the ashes of a molecular gastronomy lab.
Molto Morta is a ritual of rebirth, served with attitude and a little danger.
RATIONALE
Molto Morta began the same way many questionable business empires do, out of pure, unfiltered annoyance.
After the Annihilation of Atrisia, the DeathDrop crew decided they deserved one perfect night with good food, strong drinks, clean toilets, and a staff brave enough (or foolish enough) to host them. What followed was a multiple-hour scavenger hunt across a capital world full of restaurants that either refused their presence, couldn't handle a party of that… temperament, or whose hygiene standards made even Scherezade hesitate.
Eventually, they found one place willing to take them. The food was great. The service was terrified. There was even a karaoke machine! The toilets were, shockingly, clean. But the search for all of that? Meh.
Scherezade decided no one should ever have to hunt that hard for a restaurant that could meet the basic needs of a warband with refined tastes and destructive reputations. More importantly, she decided her business empire could always use another revenue stream… preferably one that allowed her to feed people and intimidate them at the same time.
Thus, Molto Morta was born.
A restaurant chain designed to serve anyone, from senators to smugglers to Sith warlords to Mandalorians covered in blood glitter, while offering menus that never grow stale, staff who don't faint when a DeathDrop member walks in, and bathrooms that meet Scherezade's extremely specific standards of cleanliness.
Its rapid expansion across capital worlds and select outer territories is attributed to one simple truth, if you want something done right, and with style, Scherezade will do it herself… and then franchise it.
OOC Note: Any character on SWRP may RP themselves at any of the Molto Morta locations, no official permission required.
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