Vivian Mais
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The Stained-Glass Marionette
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Legal Name: Vivian Mais Apparent Age: 19 Real Age: 19 Eye Color: Crystal Blue Hair Color: Coppery Red Height: 5'4" Weight: 108 lbs. Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA
Vivian's Keeper: The Glass Collector Seeming: Elemental Kith: Dual-Kith (Manikin/Dancer) Court: Spring, the Emerald Court, the Antler Crown Mantle: Spring (1 pt) Entitlement: None Motley: None Abduction: April 23rd, 2001
Profession: Exotic Dancer (Works at Sinful Delights) Char Page: [[1]] Merits Important to Role Play: Striking Looks +1
Description
A thin, thin girl with a delicate waist and slender limbs. Her hair is a short tussle of messy coppery-red, and her face is round, but angular with sharp features. She wears thin, light clothing and wears glass bead jewelry on her neck and wrists. Her skin has a smooth, almost reflective and translucent quality to it.
Her changeling mien bears a physique similar to her own, but patches of stained glass dress her skin on her body, and her limbs have been replaced by limbs of glass. Her fingers are elongated and come to needle-tip points, and her ankles blend into thin, sharp blades of glass where her feet should be. Her hair lengthens and curls outward rhythmically, and her face is veiled by a mask of stained glass.
History
In childhood, Vivian was a student of dance at an all-girls' private school. At the young age of 12 her prodigal skill caught the attention of many; the wishing eyes of her parents who wanted to be proud of their child, the expectations of her instructors who wanted to see their pupil succeed, and the ire of her schoolmates who envied her talent, who often harassed and abused her. Vivian was torn, her fate beheld in the hands of others' expectations of her, as though a wall barred her from seeing her own future. The stabs of jealous eyes, the wrath of the envious girls and the weight of so many expectations were far too much for little Vivian to bear, so one afternoon she fled into the forests to be alone, her eyes full of tears.
It was no wonder, then, that the Hedge found her.
She ran through the thickets and past the wilds, she ran for a very long time. And when she opened her dried eyes, she found herself in a place beyond believable. The sun of Arcadia shone upon her, and its violent beauty blinded poor young Vivian. Her body struck soft soil, and for a while, there was silence.
When she awoke, she found herself in a palace made of glass, and eye to eye with a creature undefinable by dreams or nightmares. His features were elegantly gnarled, his physique both powerful and graceful, and placated in this chest, where his heart would be, a round sheet of tinted glass, hollow through and through. This was the Glass Collector, and he had collected Vivian into his Citadel of Seeing-Through. The Collector was possessive of his subjects, so much that he built his castle out of glass, such that no wall or door could hide anything from him. All things in his domain belonged to him, and Vivian was to be made his latest toy.
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He fixed Vivian to a large glass music box, where Vivian would be its ornament. Confined to the magic of the Fae's machine, her arms and legs were guided to perform the faeries' powerfully exotic dance. She was a wonderful ornament, one the Glass Collector was proud of. She would be made to dance for the Collector's eyes, and for his balls, and for his banquets and suppers, and even when his hollow heart desired something carnal, her flesh was his to toy with, and when he desired blood, he would pit her sword against his glass soldiers. But even then, something was imperfect; the Collector could not be bothered with a toy that could not dance the perfect dance, but he could not be bothered to just throw away his precious Vivian. And so for the following years, he toiled with Vivian's delicate human body to refine his toy. Her arms were too flat and plain, and so the Collector removed them and sculpted arms of elegant glass in their place. Her legs were too clumsy, so the Collector removed them and sculpted legs of long, delicate glass tips that always stepped lightly. But her flesh was still human, and her human heart would exhaust too quickly, too soon for the Collector's desires. And so, he sculpted her body into glass, beautiful and ever-lasting.
But, when the Glass Collector, finished with his perfect toy, opened the music box, he found that his toy was gone, unseen. He scoured through the walls of the Citadel, peering through every wall, every door, and every floor for his precious toy, but even the glass walls of the Citadel of Seeing-Through did not reveal her to him. Enraged, he struck his scepter to the floor, and the delicate glass palace crackled and collapsed around him as he left to rebuild his new perfect Citadel, where no toy would ever again leave his sight.
But in truth, Vivian was not missing. In fact, she was right there, in the music box. It was the Collector who couldn't even see her glass body, blending in with the walls of the Citadel. And from the ruined shards of her prison, Vivian emerged, free from the confines of the hollow-hearted Fae's devilish machine. With freedom ahead of her, she clawed past the shards of her prison and escaped into the Hedge. Determined and afraid, she ran through the Hedge, turning her back on Arcadia's golden sun. But her new glass feet were not accustomed to running in soil, and her trek was difficult. The barbs of the Briars chipped away at her glass body, and though her hands and feet were still cold crystal, her heart and body were once again flesh, soft and vulnerable to the ravaging thorns. And yet, she clawed forward, yearning for the light of the mortal sun and warmth to fill the hollow in her soul. She would not be denied her future, and as she pulled through the Hedge and through the threshold home, she peered ahead at Fate with a clean slate, clear as glass.
Glass in Motion: The Marionette's Dance
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Vivian's dance isn't so directly sexual or dirty, as it is mesmeric and entrancing. She sings melodies with motion, and speaks poetry with her body. The dance burned into her muscle memory by the Glass Collector's music box resembles contemporary interpretive dance, with many elements of floorwork and belly dancing. On the stage of a strip club, Vivian often stages herself to invite a nearby viewer to remove her costume with their own hands in a sensual act of 'audience participation'.
The following videos best represent Vivian's style of dance:
(GIF is of the female Ritualist dance from Guild Wars, taken from Guild Wars Wiki)
The View from Glass Eyes
Courts
Spring: "Passion is the most beautiful thing in the world. There is no Summer fury, no Autumn chill, no Winter sorrow that the warmth of Spring cannot take away. Remember the scent of Spring flowers, and keep it close to your heart."
Summer: "The rays of the Summer sun bless us with the light of clarity, and burns us with the heat of scorn. I wish they'd only know how to do one or the other... they often do both at once."
Autumn: "It is simpler to ease chills with warmth than it is to rob heat with cold. I'm sorry if I don't see your way; I don't believe that inspiration and dread are the same thing."
Winter: "The soul can only look in one direction, and to reminisce about sorrows past turns you from the warmth of future's promise. Why don't we both enjoy the sunlight?"
Changelings
Beasts: "Animal souls enjoy both the most primal of joys and the most savage of furies."
Darklings: "No one will ever appreciate you in the dark. Come on out, it's a lot nicer out here."
Elementals: "The pulse of the earth beats within us all, and the planet claims half of our souls. It's sort of frightening."
Fairest: "I was also someone's treasure once, but now I like to think that I'm everyone's treasure. Doesn't it get lonely when you only treasure yourself?"
Ogres: "Simplicity can inspire the greatest of minds. Don't doubt yourselves, because I don't."
Wizened: "Don't look at me like that... I'm not a toy... I'm not a toy...!"
Others
Vampires: (none personally met)
Werewolves: (none personally met)
Mages: "I hear about mortals with a fanatic thirst for knowledge and powers beyond reality. Their drive and passion is a lot like my own... but why am I so disturbed when I think about them?" (none personally met)
Prometheans: (none personally met)
Mortals: "Let my dance soothe your worries and relax your burdens. Look deeply into the glass and let it take you to another place; All I ask in return is that you let me be your muse."
Reflections of the Glass Dancer
(Quotes/comments from other players about Vivian go here)
“Vivian”, thoughtful “New. A dancer. Her performances are so enticing. I have to admit to a certain, attraction. I can't imagine anyone who watches her for very long not being at least physically attracted. She's open and honest. Lovable really, despite the sharp edges. I hope this place doesn't chew her up. It'd be a shame for someone like her to have her glass go from clear to opaque. If I have say in the matter, that won't happen.” Belle - Iron Valkyrie - Maiden of the Iron Spear - 10/06/08
“She is quite the dancer and an amazing girl, so full of life and so beautiful. Belle is luckey to have you. - Logan Marshal
"Sweetness in such a beautiful flower can be a bad thing. Someone has to make sure that this flowers petals don't get crushed, and while I'm sure Ms. Belle in on the job somebody has to be around when Belle is not. Where did this protective vibe come from I don't know, but it could be from Bruce trying to get at anything with boobs. I don't think Vivian could handle Bruce or for that matter would want to. So yeah I protect her when I can. Mercedes Marvellii Daeva
