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Created on 2006-12-18 00:51:51 (#11847196), last updated 2007-06-22
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Basic Info| Name: | Eurydice |
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| ...the death of Orpheus |
a woman with contacts among Hell's Angels a woman feeling the fullness of her powers at the precise moment when she must not use them a woman sworn to lucidity who sees through the mayhem, the smoky fires of these underground streets her dead poet learning to walk against the wind on the wrong side of the mirror. |
| sworn to lucidity |
NAME: Eurydice CANON: "I dream I'm the death of Orpheus" DESCRIPTION: tall and slender, with an ample bust and long dark hair. She's been losing weight, recently, since her husband died, and, sometimes, that shows in her face. She has dark shadows under pale blue eyes and her hands shake, a lot of the time. What she is, really, is the RUIN of a very beautiful woman...she's still beautiful, but you can see the bones under her skin, now. She doesn't smile nearly as much as she used to. She's descended from the Amrit, an alien race who worshipped the rain and could change their shapes, though the only trait that she retains is eyes that change colour (they're actually colourless and hold the colour of things around her). JOB: Never really HAD a job. She was, in the purest sense, a MUSE. She was married to Mr Orpheus, a poet, and she kept his house, cooked his meals and was in his bed. Orpheus never learnt to drive and driving was one of Eurydice's pleasures, though the shuttle, barely big enough to seat the two of them, doesn't work now. Since her husband died, Eurydice has been living on the savings and trying to work out what, if anything, she's good for. Her body might be her only asset; her savings are dwindling and, one by one, her contacts are running out too. WEALTH:Eurydice used to be as wealthy as anybody on Miranda; her husband was good at what he did, but her money is dwindling now -- her outgoings being far higher than the things which come in. Addiction never comes cheap. |
| on the wrong side of the mirror |
| Eurydice used to have a perfect life; her poet, her house, and she was so in love. Her husband meddled in things that he shouldn't have meddled about and, a year ago, now, he was ripped limb by limb by a gang on Oublie. To this day, Eurydice doesn't quite know what he was doing there, and she never will now. After he died, Eurydice was just looking for something to take the edge off, something to take the pain away, and she got into the wrong circles. Snake is a new drug, pure, and it makes her feel invincible, when she's high. She felt so fragile after he died. After a year, her savings are running low and she's starting to think (when she CAN think, which isn't all the time) that she might have to do something in order to stay afloat. She might feel invincible most of the time, but she has enough of herself left to know that she isn't REALLY. What she knows is this: her house is falling apart, she is falling apart too and Snake is pretty expensive. She's been "dead" for a year. It's time to do something...She just hasn't figured out what yet. |
| a woman in the prime of life? |
| Eurydice has been "dead" for a year, now, and, most of the time, she pretends that she doesn't remember being alive. It's easier that way and, more than anything, it informs how she is at this time. She isn't cold, so much as she's completely forgotten how to feel. She isn't arrogant...It's just been a long time since she had anybody to look straight in the eye. What she is is what she's learnt to be; quiet, contained. She has "the nerves of a panther", but she suffers nightmares. She's a bit of a tease, once she warms up to someone...she was a muse, after all, and he always turned around. She's brave, she's insightful, but, mostly, she's tired. And she's been in hell for a very long time, which'll strip a lot of a person away , in the end. She's young, but she's frozen solid; the "prime of her life" just meant that she wouldn't get any older. She'll always be the widow, now, bitten by the Snake. |
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