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The Rp begins

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The Opera House was a beautiful piece of work. It's structure was built strong enough to house over it's maximum capacity. The chandeliers glimmered ice-like tears on the walls and over the perfectly crafted statues of nude women, holding the magnificent ceiling upwards towards the heavens. It had a passionate feel to every breath you took within the brilliant building. Someone poured all their love, compassion, and time into this place. No matter the time of day, it was beyond charming all the while. No one appreciated it as much as one man. Unfortunately, this man hardly saw the splendid sight of the luxurious halls, perfect Opera Hall, or even the carefully carved statues. Deprived is how he would put it, but none-the-less, he knew that House like the back of his hand, and every moment he emerged from the darkness...he savored each waking moment. Every nook and cranny was considered his domain, since he had been there longer than most. By choice, the shy man kept in shadow, not out of punishment, but out of fear. Erik was an attractive man, well respected amongst most, was talented and brilliant in the Arts. But there was a problem with Erik's persona...he hated himself for being cursed. Cursed with a face that only Hell could love. You see, Erik was born with a horrid disfigurement that covered the right half of his face. When he was growing up, his mother feared and loathed his face to such an extreme; he was granted a useless scrap of clothing to cover it. His first mask...since then, he wore a mask to cover the horridly mangled half of his face. Over the years, his masks became more and more fashionable, until he settled on one in particular. A white mask that was cut perfectly down the middle, angling at the right spots to allow him free movement and breathing without exposing his true self. What mattered was beneath the mask, however... past the gruesome gargoyle. He truly was a kind man, but his upbringing deformed his soul. Normally he'd keep to himself, living beneath the Opera House, but on occasion, he'd emerge just enough to teach the one thing that mattered most...a young girl named Christine. This is where we find Erik now, standing behind a mirror to observe the beauty that enchanted his dreams, and ensnared his heart. Though it may seem like Erik was a perverted spy, oh no, he was very professional when he visited her. An odd twist of fate brought them together, even if she had never seen him before, or knew his real name. To her, he was simply her Angel of Music...her vocal teacher and guardian.

((I just wanna ask one question...are we gonna follow the story of the book/movie/whatever or can we change the plot? In other words will I end up going with Raoul or will I have the option of going with you/Erik?))

((Ok. Where do we start in the story?))

Nervously Christine opened the door to her room, her green catlike eyes searching the room for anything out of place, anything unusual. She slipped inside and closed the door behind her quietly. She was one again late for her lesson, afraid that the angel of music would be angry, or worse, not come to her at all.

"No, no monsieur, I don't. I am sorry." She dipped her head to him in apology.

((No offense of course. Oh! and out Madame Giry has joined us.^^ Hurrah, so maybe one of you (Meg or Madame) should interupt the lesson or something...include yourselves. sweatdrop ))

((*Courtses* Mme Giry has arrived! I suppose since Andre and Firmin have not arrived...i dont have much to do....but thats ok....ill think of something))

Madame Giry was a stern woman. She had gray hair, and was a little past her prime. She often wore a feathered hat and always kept her composure as a dignified woman. She had a daughter. Her name was Meg, she is best friends with Miss Christine Daae. Christine showed promising talent in Madame Giry's opinion. (her opinions were something she never hesitated to tell) And she knew that Erik would be interested in the young girl.

Yes, Madame Giry knew of the Opera Ghost...she had even saved him when he was younger. Now she helped run the opera house (in a way), which was Erik's domain. She often scolded those who said things of Erik...for she knew that if they said something he did not like....there would be consequences indeed.