name :: Dierdre Camus

player :: Chrys [[ ilia ium cisum ]]

position :: MUSICIAN AND LOVELY LITTLE MAKEUP ARTIST
(nevermind the disbeliever part)

group :: Asile

Appearance.

Pale.
Hazel.
Fire.
Ice.

Razors in her eyes.
Silk in her hands
Yet they trade rolls in what’s soft and hard—and leave bruises all the same

Apologies come when the storm has cleared and the glow of the sun returns

Fair as the Green Lands.
Harsh as the Wastes.

The good doesn’t come without the bad.
All has its price.
Love for sorrow, joy for tears.
Peace flickers before war.
Misery loves company.

Related perhaps, to the tales of old? Banshee’s of shadow with voices of spring…

The surface only shows so much.

Background.

In a home built on chaos
Where love came with pain (and a fair amount of wine)
There once was a girl, who loved the Green Land.
--there was little else to love.

Banished from the rest (a special girl needed special treatment)
Pianos and pipes, flutes and horns
Were her only friends and made her smile..
Still—the girl of the Green Isles was lonely
In the thick of their joyous caravan.

Bruises were her decorations
Gifted to all but her fingers
(when father remembered not to hit them)
(while mother looked the other way)

At only five, it was a misery
Alone among many in the lovely Green

But then he came—a brother
For her to love
And hold
And shield from the blows.

She told him stories
Of Banshee
Of Will’o’the Wisps
Of Fae
Of goblins
Of all the magicks in their land.
Of the beauty the world held
Of the horrors
And all the dreams that laid beyond.
(A new world, more lovely, and perfect for just them)

Loved him she did
As their family went on
Raising them on music and dance and song and wine
Bruised bones and tears and nights sealed together
To make the nights so much better.

She loved him so much, little brother of hers,
That she swore no one could love him like she
Not as much, not as long, not as deeply or as greatly

Guard him she did, with her own flesh in the storms that came
Stories she told, in the dark of night, when whispers were the best to have.
Hold him she did, when it gave all that worlds couldn’t.
As their family led them to the Wastes.

She could hit and twist and rage, a storm of her own
But it was for his own good, Little Brother, when she did what he never could.
So innocent
So sweet
So darling he was
With such ways, she was, of course, his only hope
And is so long as she lives.

The Green called in the distance, as their world fell
And began to follow, though she’d never tell
That she could see the goblins, the ghosts, the tricksters of light
And hear whispers and sighs and things which could never be defined.

He said he heard things, Little Brother dear, as they stood alone among the dead
But she covered his ears
Silenced his tongue
And turned her back to such ghosts.

She had better things to see…
And love
And do.
Of all things beautiful, only two were left
And more there needed to be….

On and on and on they went
Stumbling and catching, catching and stumbling
Side by side
Living off singing, music and dance
and lies

The truth was hardly of import, when it came to saving her Love.

And eventually they came to be at the best they could find
A circus where music was needed for new life
And create he did
And play did she
In madness and storms and love
Smashing keys and blowing horns
Like no one else could.
Prodigies, safe at home
So long as she lived to guard it

…and here new life could be made.

Activities.

All things of brass and wind.
All things of keys.
She plays them all
And celebrates each day.

She loves and lingers at her brothers side
(He needs her there, of course.)
She paints his face, as she does hers
And even the performers
As she was asked
Because it reminds her a little of Home.
Which needs to be reborn
Of flesh and blood and love

Ideals/Motivations.

Play
Protect
Remember
Reproduce
All the made the Green.

Attitude.

Wild as the wind
Searing as fire
Cold as ice
Solid as the earth

Untamable unless she wishes to be tamed
Thunderously quiet, subtly loud
Gently harsh, roughly kind.

Leave it to the moon to decide.