Last weekend, I went to a friend's steampunk-themed murder mystery 21st. I've never been to such a well-planned, well thought-out party, and I probably never will again.
Prior to the date, we were asked by our host to create our own character biographies, so, being an ex-English student with a penchant for fiction, I set to work.
You may now call me Bethesda Crowley (my name wasn't at all influenced by Mr Crowley by Ozzy Osbourne). I am a magician, I 'kill' audience members on stage - I saw them in half, erase their memory, shoot them in front of an entire audience, yet they all leave safe and well. People come from far and wide to see my show and try and work out my secrets.
This is where the murder mystery part kicks in - we were all asked to provide reasons why we would have killed our gracious host, a man who invented the dimensional travel machine.
My motives? Our host discovered the tricks behind my acts and revealed them to the universe - my career crumbled around me and I've never been the same since. On top of that, I've killed people on stage for years, what makes you think I wouldn't be capable of adding another to the body count?
Apologies for the out-of-proportion photos, I've cut out everyone else's faces in case they didn't want their mugs appearing on a website they don't even know exists. Also, I'm well aware I can't pose for photos. World's least photogenic girl over here.
For my makeup, I used the Beauty UK Amazon palette and MUA's lipstick in shade 1, my go-to red lipstick.
Sadly, I wasn't the murderer, but I guessed who was correctly, as I'd had suspicions all night despite not getting around to speaking to everyone else at the party!
Themed parties are always the best.