name :: Fatima

player :: Liz [[ochida daisuke]]

position :: dancer | acrobat

group :: l'ombra

appearance.

Wan and limber, Fatima's body is an achromic presentation of finely tuned talent and skill. Having collected quite a number of silver bangles and bracelets over the years, her step carries the occasional chime which is not to be confused with the constant clattering of glass beads from the rosary that is never removed from around her neck, the cross of such laying over a flat chest. Silver hair and eyes are her style, matching her nothing but white wardrobe which contrasts the only black on the girl's body-- the eyeliner circling her eyes.

background.

I am afflicted.

I was born as a monochromatic child in a world full of color. I spent my childhood in a second-story window of the house that had been passed down in my family for generations, watching nothing. Watching everything. Even as a child I isolated myself to keep away from the horrors and callousness of humanity.

My father was a factory worker, and my mother a ballet dancer. I didn't go to school, because I didn't care to. I was taught at home. By the age of thirteen, my preferred drink was merlot. My room was a decadent mess of wax drizzled wine bottles, some with the candles still burning. The floor was covered with the ash of burnt incense sticks and dried splatters of candle-bits from the times when I would kick over my bottles, my light source, too tipsy to practice the dances my mother had taught me over the years.  I would often fall asleep on that filth, sounds of orthodoxical chorus resonating in my dizzied mind.

When I was forced to stop wasting the world's oxygen via a boot to the ass, straight out the door of the house I'd spent the last seventeen years in, I found some comfort in a gang of wanderers who taught me how to survive.

I then joined the circus.
Never in my entire life up to that point had I seen so much color.

activities.

Dancing and whirling.
Clockwise and anticlockwise.

ideals/motivations.

To be as beautiful as a flame, dancing upon a wick.
As liquid as hot wax, slithering down a candlestick.
As lithe as the smoke from an incense stick.

attitude.

"There are three ways of knowing a thing. Take for instance a flame. One can be told of the flame, one can see the flame with his own eyes, and finally one can reach out and be burned by it. In this way, we Sufis seek to be burned by God."

--Unknown Sufi scholar.