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Happy Birthday, Elisabeth!
« Thread started on: Apr 23rd, 2009, 12:40pm » |
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A little work of art and a brief fict that gave birth to one of my favourite RPG characters...
The Eyes of a Stranger
By Niniri
How would it feel to wake up in with the face of a missing
super-model?
The only familiar things are my psi-talents, my martial arts and my
artistic skills. Everything else is brand new: The purple eyes, and
platinum blonde hair--at least the purple dye washed out and the hair's
nice and poker straight--more white than golden. I've got no reason to
complain about being over 6' tall, athletic or even being beautiful.
But everyone sees her face and I feel invisible behind the mask.
They fall all over themselves to help her get her life back on track,
to make things better and get things in order again. It's like I have
"everything" now..except my own identity. Sure, it can be fun at times,
but sometimes all I want to do is scream..."look at me..." But I know
that nobody would believe me--even if I told them the truth... I tried
that on April Fool's Day, and it gave me an 'out' at least.
There is one living thing that knows the truth about me, but it's a
little purple dragon that used to keep company with a girl named
Katherine Pryde, that she once saved. But Kitty vanished, and he was
left on his own. He remembered "Madame Butterfly", but found me...and
he's stuck with me, even now, as I find myself mourning the loss of
"myself" and everything I ever had.
I miss my friends, but to them I'm dead, and her friends? Well, some
of them I only keep around to keep up the appearances, but others are
being phased out, while I've begun to wonder if there are some that I
can really trust...I guess they think she is growing and changing as
I carefully start to assert my interests, continuing my martial arts
training. I persevere, doing a little modeling here and there on the
side, but slowly, I'm emerging as a designer and artist.
Then one day, on my birthday, I got a letter by courier, from her.
Therein was a key to a storage locker, and when I went to check it out,
I found another series of letters from her...along with her armor and
weapons, and many of her personal effects. And in her letter to me,
she told me how she Foresaw her own 'death' and yet she seemed to
"live on" in some way. And I found out the truth about that beautiful
pigeon's blood ruby that I've worn since I woke up.
And I found a place I could possibly go for help. Among her notes and
possessions, I found references to the Xavier Institute in upstate New
York. I'm not sure what I'll find there, but after the last couple of
years, I could stand a little less chaos and uncertainty in my life.
Yet when I arrived at the Institute, I found myself in the middle of
a bloody soap opera! Oh, there were a few sane people, but most of them
were so angsty that my headaches came back with a vengeance!
Kinda funny, though...she couldn't have known the place would wind
up over-run with brats and all that--at least there's a mile or so between
the main mansion and the lake house—with the Oriental gardens between,
there's times I can almost forget they're up there, but I get visitors
from time to time, from those few I do get along with: Beast, Sage, and
Monet. Those are the few I really can call friends, but there's one in
particular that has become my good friend and ally: Xorn--quite the guru
if you ask me, but he's a good sort.
Xorn and I shared the Oriental Gardens, and tending to the necessities,
though I'm a long way from the expert he is. Xorn's kinda different, in
that he's mostly an energy being in a containment suit under his Shao-lin
attire. He has a star for a brain, and he's also a very powerful psi-
talent. Never mind that this sentient has chi-kung abilities that are off
the scale.
Either way, I'm one of those dreaded "free thinkers" that oft made
folks a little nervous, but I don't care--and neither would she have
cared, as she'd always made them a little nervous. We are both women of
honor and principle, even if it means breaking the law to do the right
thing. I really don't give a damn what any of them think of me, or my
philosophies. I'm a pragmatist, an realist...ideals are nice, and
certainly worth as examples of what one can strive for, but there is such
a thing as taking 'em too far.
Now, I suppose the burning question is "who am I?"
I am Bianca Parvana Destine. And this is my story…
** ** ** ** **
Bianca is a daughter of one of Kay Cera's "lives" in a male body centuries
ago. Her mother is/was a mixture of Tuatha de Dannan, Daoine Sidhe and misc.
Otherworlder. She's psychic/mystic and warrior in her own right, and is
struggling to come to terms with waking up in a Hong Kong hospital with the
face and form of a famous stranger.
The ruby pendent she wears in the short story is the Seige Perilous.
The burning question is: What happened to Elisabeth, and how is it that the Seige
merged Bianca's physical body with Elisabeth's? And maybe, more importantly: Why?
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Re: Happy Birthday, Elisabeth!
« Reply #1 on: Apr 29th, 2009, 3:59pm » |
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Hey Niniri!
That's a pretty cool story, you always come up with interesting concepts! I'll be intrigued to read how you end it. 
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