Madame Lefoux is a scientist and inventor, and a member of the Order of the Brass Octopus. She owns a hat shop called the Chapeau de Poupe as a cover for her scientific endeavours, her workshop is located in the basement of the building.
Madame Lefoux is described as very beautiful, with unfashionably short hair, and she dresses rather fashionably in men’s clothing. She has a tattoo of an octopus on the back of her neck, which signifies her membership to the OBO.
She is friendly with Lady Maccon, but works to her own agenda, regardless.
The following quotes from The Parasol Protectorate novels give some insight into Madame Lefoux, but are not required reading for the character. Your character sheet, supplied at the con, will have all the information required to play this character.
Alexia thought, without envy, that this was quite probably the most beautiful female she had ever seen. Normally Alexia objected to dimples, but they seemed to suit this woman. Perhaps because they were offset by her thin angular frame and the fact that she had her brown hair cut unfashionably short, like a man’s.
The woman was also dressed head to to shiny boots in perfect and impeccable style – for a man. Jacket, pants, and waistcoat were all the the height of fashion. A top hat perched upon that scandalously short hair, and her burgundy cravat was tied into a silken waterfall. Still, there was no pretense at hiding her femininity. Her voice, when she spoke, was low and melodic, but definitely that of a woman.
Alexia noted with interest that she wore two cravat pins: one of silver and one of wood. Madame Lefoux might keep night hours, but she was cautious about it.
She reached inside the wide ruffle and pulled out a little vial. ‘Poison?’ asked Lady Maccon, tilting her head to one side. ‘Certainly not. Something far more important: perfume. We cannot very well have you fighting crime unscented, now, can we?’ ‘Oh.’ Alexia nodded gravely. After all, Madame Lefoux was French. ‘Certainly not.’
Her grip was firm and sure. Of course, lifting and building all that machinery below street level would give anyone a certain degree of musculature, even the rail-thin woman before her. The inventor’s fingers caressed Alexia’s wrist just above the perfect fit of her gloves, so quickly that Alexia was not certain the action had occurred. There was that faint scent of vanilla mixed with gear oil.
Alexia caught a glimpse of something else upon the woman’s neck. Something that the cravat had kept hidden: near the nape, partly covered by a few short curls of hair. Lady Maccon craned her neck about to see what it might be. A mark of some kind, dark against the fine white skin, was inked in careful black lines. Alexia brushed the hair aside in a soft caress, startling the Frenchwoman, and leaned in, overcome with curiosity. It was a tattoo of an octopus.
The Frenchwoman shook her head. With her top hat off and her cravat untied, she looked almost feminine, most unlike herself. Softer. Alexia was not certain she liked it.
Madame Lefoux was generally thought to be one of the better young members of the mad-scientist set. She had a reputation for good, hard work and fair prices, her only idiosyncrasy of consequence, so far, being her mode of dress. All members of the Order of the Brass Octopus were notorious for their eccentricities, and Madame Lefoux stood comparatively low on the peculiarity scale. Of course, there was always the possibility she would go on to develop more offensive inclinations later.
At which statement Madame Lefoux leaned forward and kissed her, quite softly and gently on the mouth. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it wasn’t quite the thing done in polite society, even among friends. Sometimes, Alexia felt, Madame Lefoux let that regretfully French aspect of her character go a little too far.
Alexia nosed her way in to find Madame Lefoux, a look of abject horror on her face, holding up a dress of pink gingham so covered in ruffles as to put Alexia’s nightgown to shame.
And you have no ulterior motive, Madame Lefoux? I heard you had received instructions from within the highest levels of the Order to follow and learn as much as possible about Lady Maccon and her child.’ ‘I am attracted to Alexia for many reasons,’ replied the Frenchwoman.
‘If this is Madame Lefoux we are dealing with, she’ll have armed every single tentacle with something deadly. That’s how she thinks.’ Alexia couldn’t help but agree. Genevieve was like that about her gadgets – the more uses the better
Biffy never knew where he stood with Madame Lefoux. She was so very much outside his experience: an inventor, a scientist, and middle class, with a marked preference for the company of young ladies and an eccentricity of dress that was too restrained to be unstudied.
Madame Lefoux’s hatbox, full of tools and mysterious widgets, did cause some consternation. The officials seemed either to not know or not care that she was a woman dressed as a man.