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la_daae
Player name: Jemi
Journal:thedarkestnightwillend
AIM/Plurk:
AIM - dragonfirelf94
Plurk - intimegoneby
Email: fidkids@yahoo.com
Other characters: N/A
Character name: Christine Daae
Age: 20
Canon: The Phantom of the Opera (Leroux, Kay and just a hint of the ALW musical.)
Canon point: Post-canon, after Christine has escaped Erik's lair with Raoul and begun a new life with him.
Totem: Christine's totem is a small, simple, gold ring that she wears around her right ring finger, given to her by Erik when he allowed her to leave. During Fissures, a small diamond will appear on it.
Weapons: N/A
Abilities/powers: Honestly, the only thing that could be counted as an ability is her singing voice. Christine has been trained well by her Angel of Music, that is to say, Erik. Her voice is beyond comparison. Apart from that, she has a basic knowledge of ballet dancing, having been in the ballet coups of the Opera Populaire.
She's also a young, Victorian woman, so she most likely at least has the basics of mundane little chores and the things women were expected to learn back then.
Location: Because of her attachment to it, Christine is bringing the Opera Garnier with her. The Opera is a large, beautiful building, with a full stage and an auditorium that can seat thousands. There is no electricity, but there is an enourmous chandelier in the main theater that provides light. Underneath the opera house is a maze of catacombs and an underground lake. If one were to venture down and cross that lake, they would find what appears to be an abandoned house, of all things. There are quite a few strange things about this house, besides the fact that it's underneath an opera house. It is completely abandoned, and in one of the bedroom is a coffin instead of a bed and a very large pipe organ. The floors are littered with sheet music, and whoever lived her previously was clearly a great musician.
Personality: Christine's personality has changed drastically over the short span of her life. When she was a girl, she was very sheltered and naive, mostly due to her father. He didn't like the idea of her growing up so quickly, so, out of love, he sheltered her from the outside world, and told her fairy stories.
Her favorite was the story of the Angel of Music, about an angel that would come to good boys and girls and teach them how to make beautiful music. She was also a rather adventerous child, and loved to explore the beach that was just outside of the cottage she and her father lived in. Christine's childhood was a very happy one.
Unfortunately, the happiness did not last, and Christine changed quite a bit when her father died. Forced to age almost overnight, Christine began rather gloomy and withdrawn, and lost her will to sing.
She had posessed a beautiful voice as a child, but with her father gone, she couldn't find a reason to want to sing again. While she did enter Paris Conservatory for four years to learn to sing, all of her passion was gone. She was very much a shell of the young woman she had been.
At present, she's still very much a childish daydreamer. Erik's pretending to be the Angel of Music has relit her passion for singing and music, and triumphing on the stage continues to be the best of her memories. Christine is a kind and gentle soul, and while she isn't exactly an extrovert, she does enjoy talking with other people, once she's familiar with them.
She has a certain naive and childish trust in people who seem kind, and will most likely believe anything you tell her, unless it's completely obviously wrong. Christine will put her trust in anyone, though that has been decreased a little now that Erik has revealed himself as not being the Angel of Music.
Christine is very much haunted by what happened in the past, but she is trying very hard to recapture the magic of her voice without the help of the Phantom. Really, she just wants to prove that she can, and will be able to move on with her life. She adores Raoul from the very bottom of her heart, and does her best to be the best wife possible that she can for him. They've both been through such a terrible ordeal, she feels it's the least she can do.
History:
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Christine Daae who lived in Sweden. Christine was very attacted to her father, so much so that apart from another little boy, he was her closest companion. Her mother had died when she was very, very young. Her father used to tell her stories all the time, about fairies and goblins, and most importantly, about the Angel of Music. Young Christine adored these stories and because of her father's sheltering, kept a rather naive mindset when she was growing up.
When Christine was eight, her father passed away and she was sent to live with Mamma Valerius, the mother of her father's close friend and benefactor, Professor Valerius. From here, she went to the Paris Conservatory and trained there to become a singer and ballet dancer. Soon, she ended up as part of the ballet corps in the Palais Garnier.
And the rest, they say, is history.
3rd person sample:
Everything was dark.
Well, of course it was dark, Christine was asleep! Honestly, it'd be rather odd if it wasn't dark, seeing as her eyes were closed. Or, were they? Oddly enough, though she distinctly remembered falling asleep beside Raoul and couldn't remember waking up, Christine did not feel as though she were sleeping. In fact, her eyes were opening at that very moment.
Blinking, she looked around, confused and disoriented at finding herself in this new place. Dilapidated buildings, unlike anything she'd ever seen in her life, rose up all around her, stark against the cloudy sky. Christine felt her heart beginning to race. Had she been abducted in the night? No...no, that couldn't be. Raoul had been right beside her, he would have at least woken up and made enough noise fighting off whomever it was to wake her.
Was this a dream, then? It didn't quite feel like one. Christine could feel something hard under her hands, and when she looked down, it appeared to be some form of cobblestone. She'd only seen stone that was flat and neat like this on buildings, never on roads, which was what she was clearly on. Pushing the thought aside, she stood, brushing dirt from her skirts.
What was this place? It looked to be some sort of city, only there were no other people around. The whole thing felt rather eerie and disquieting, and the silence was beginning to press on her as if it were some tangible thing. She trembled ever so slightly, but there was something in her that was willing to go on. There was no other choice after all. This place had to have people somewhere, or else, who would have bought her to this place?
Taking a deep breath, Christine picked up her skirts and began to walk. She was going to have to cover quite a bit of distance.
1st person sample:
[Giving Christine a phone would probably be a terrible idea. So, she gets a nice little journal instead! Her writing is hesitant, but careful, as though this writing is what's keeping her grounded right now.]
My name is Christine Daae. I do not know where I am. I have heard this place called Limbo, but that is all the information that I have. People tell me that...oh, I feel foolish even writing it. That this book will help me to communication with other people, as if I were writing a letter. But, such things cannot be true, can they?
[A pause as she dips her pen in ink.]
Please...could someone help me? This place is new and strange, and I would very much like to at least know more about it.
Journal:
thedarkestnightwillendAIM/Plurk:
AIM - dragonfirelf94
Plurk - intimegoneby
Email: fidkids@yahoo.com
Other characters: N/A
Character name: Christine Daae
Age: 20
Canon: The Phantom of the Opera (Leroux, Kay and just a hint of the ALW musical.)
Canon point: Post-canon, after Christine has escaped Erik's lair with Raoul and begun a new life with him.
Totem: Christine's totem is a small, simple, gold ring that she wears around her right ring finger, given to her by Erik when he allowed her to leave. During Fissures, a small diamond will appear on it.
Weapons: N/A
Abilities/powers: Honestly, the only thing that could be counted as an ability is her singing voice. Christine has been trained well by her Angel of Music, that is to say, Erik. Her voice is beyond comparison. Apart from that, she has a basic knowledge of ballet dancing, having been in the ballet coups of the Opera Populaire.
She's also a young, Victorian woman, so she most likely at least has the basics of mundane little chores and the things women were expected to learn back then.
Location: Because of her attachment to it, Christine is bringing the Opera Garnier with her. The Opera is a large, beautiful building, with a full stage and an auditorium that can seat thousands. There is no electricity, but there is an enourmous chandelier in the main theater that provides light. Underneath the opera house is a maze of catacombs and an underground lake. If one were to venture down and cross that lake, they would find what appears to be an abandoned house, of all things. There are quite a few strange things about this house, besides the fact that it's underneath an opera house. It is completely abandoned, and in one of the bedroom is a coffin instead of a bed and a very large pipe organ. The floors are littered with sheet music, and whoever lived her previously was clearly a great musician.
Personality: Christine's personality has changed drastically over the short span of her life. When she was a girl, she was very sheltered and naive, mostly due to her father. He didn't like the idea of her growing up so quickly, so, out of love, he sheltered her from the outside world, and told her fairy stories.
Her favorite was the story of the Angel of Music, about an angel that would come to good boys and girls and teach them how to make beautiful music. She was also a rather adventerous child, and loved to explore the beach that was just outside of the cottage she and her father lived in. Christine's childhood was a very happy one.
Unfortunately, the happiness did not last, and Christine changed quite a bit when her father died. Forced to age almost overnight, Christine began rather gloomy and withdrawn, and lost her will to sing.
She had posessed a beautiful voice as a child, but with her father gone, she couldn't find a reason to want to sing again. While she did enter Paris Conservatory for four years to learn to sing, all of her passion was gone. She was very much a shell of the young woman she had been.
At present, she's still very much a childish daydreamer. Erik's pretending to be the Angel of Music has relit her passion for singing and music, and triumphing on the stage continues to be the best of her memories. Christine is a kind and gentle soul, and while she isn't exactly an extrovert, she does enjoy talking with other people, once she's familiar with them.
She has a certain naive and childish trust in people who seem kind, and will most likely believe anything you tell her, unless it's completely obviously wrong. Christine will put her trust in anyone, though that has been decreased a little now that Erik has revealed himself as not being the Angel of Music.
Christine is very much haunted by what happened in the past, but she is trying very hard to recapture the magic of her voice without the help of the Phantom. Really, she just wants to prove that she can, and will be able to move on with her life. She adores Raoul from the very bottom of her heart, and does her best to be the best wife possible that she can for him. They've both been through such a terrible ordeal, she feels it's the least she can do.
History:
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Christine Daae who lived in Sweden. Christine was very attacted to her father, so much so that apart from another little boy, he was her closest companion. Her mother had died when she was very, very young. Her father used to tell her stories all the time, about fairies and goblins, and most importantly, about the Angel of Music. Young Christine adored these stories and because of her father's sheltering, kept a rather naive mindset when she was growing up.
When Christine was eight, her father passed away and she was sent to live with Mamma Valerius, the mother of her father's close friend and benefactor, Professor Valerius. From here, she went to the Paris Conservatory and trained there to become a singer and ballet dancer. Soon, she ended up as part of the ballet corps in the Palais Garnier.
And the rest, they say, is history.
3rd person sample:
Everything was dark.
Well, of course it was dark, Christine was asleep! Honestly, it'd be rather odd if it wasn't dark, seeing as her eyes were closed. Or, were they? Oddly enough, though she distinctly remembered falling asleep beside Raoul and couldn't remember waking up, Christine did not feel as though she were sleeping. In fact, her eyes were opening at that very moment.
Blinking, she looked around, confused and disoriented at finding herself in this new place. Dilapidated buildings, unlike anything she'd ever seen in her life, rose up all around her, stark against the cloudy sky. Christine felt her heart beginning to race. Had she been abducted in the night? No...no, that couldn't be. Raoul had been right beside her, he would have at least woken up and made enough noise fighting off whomever it was to wake her.
Was this a dream, then? It didn't quite feel like one. Christine could feel something hard under her hands, and when she looked down, it appeared to be some form of cobblestone. She'd only seen stone that was flat and neat like this on buildings, never on roads, which was what she was clearly on. Pushing the thought aside, she stood, brushing dirt from her skirts.
What was this place? It looked to be some sort of city, only there were no other people around. The whole thing felt rather eerie and disquieting, and the silence was beginning to press on her as if it were some tangible thing. She trembled ever so slightly, but there was something in her that was willing to go on. There was no other choice after all. This place had to have people somewhere, or else, who would have bought her to this place?
Taking a deep breath, Christine picked up her skirts and began to walk. She was going to have to cover quite a bit of distance.
1st person sample:
[Giving Christine a phone would probably be a terrible idea. So, she gets a nice little journal instead! Her writing is hesitant, but careful, as though this writing is what's keeping her grounded right now.]
My name is Christine Daae. I do not know where I am. I have heard this place called Limbo, but that is all the information that I have. People tell me that...oh, I feel foolish even writing it. That this book will help me to communication with other people, as if I were writing a letter. But, such things cannot be true, can they?
[A pause as she dips her pen in ink.]
Please...could someone help me? This place is new and strange, and I would very much like to at least know more about it.
