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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 11:18 pm
Resting before your eyes is the playbill belonging to Erik and Japi Lucarium. Please take care to be courteous in your observances.
Do not post without proper permission!
«« Erik »»
Name: Erik
Production: The Phantom of the Opera
Date of Appearance: May 21st, 2008
Guardian: Japi Lucarium
Sex: Male
Age: Child
Ambitions: ---
Nightmares: ---
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:39 am
The Scene
The scene is set in the depths of the opera house, the Phantom's domain. Christine is there with him, still sitting in the boat which brought them there, watching his every move, mesmerized by his voice. He knew it was his voice alone, for his appearance was.. not one to be gazed upon.
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation," he begins softly, watching her watch him. "Darkness stirs and wakes imagination," he takes a step, circling around to her right. "Silently the senses abandon their defenses."
He steps forward to help her stand from the boat. She takes it, never breaking eye contact.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour," his words are almost a whisper. "Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender." Christine's eyes finally wander, searching the room. "Turn your face away from the garish light of day," the Phantom continues, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face back toward him. "Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night." With his words, Christine breathes in deeply.
He smiles a posessive smile and continues his song, stepping away from her slightly. "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams," Christine's eyes close, as though responding to his command. "Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar." He holds the last note, watching her--trusting and vulnerable--eye lashes fluttering. "And you'll live as you've never lived before."
Christine opens her eyes again, entranced by his voice.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you," he holds his hand out for her and she takes it, walking closer, slowly. "Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you." He draws her closer and begins to circle her again. "Open up your mind. Let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight." He gestures to the cave around him. "The darkness of the music of the night."
"Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be!" His voice booming this time. He had the complete attention of every inch of her being. "Only then can you belong to me," he gestured toward her with an open hand, then gently closed it into a fist, finger by finger.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication." As though in a trance himself, he drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around her sides, holding her hips tightly. "Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation." She moved with him, as though they danced, slowly. "Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write." He let go of her body, almost regretfully, and led her across the room. "The power of the music of the night." There was something he wanted to show her.
Christine followed without complaint and watched him as he pulled back the red curtain of a small display. Inside it, she saw her face, dressed up in a beautiful wedding gown. She fainted, but the Phantom caught her in his arms.
He carried her to an elaborate bed, still singing to her softly. "You alone can make my song take flight." He set her down and drew close to her face, brushing it with one hand. She didn't stir. "Help me make the music of the night." It was his last plea to her, who was beautiful, both in voice and appearance.
Finally, he drew away from her and left to his own work, on his music, for her.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:52 am
Personality: Posessive and clingy of most everything beautiful. Easily angered, especially when his posession of something is threatened or if his mask is ever removed or his face ever spoken of. But he's got a soft spot, it's just difficult to find. Mostly you have to show him some kind of love and compassion. He's also very confident in his abilities as an artist and his voice, but very self-consious about everything else.
Appearance: The right side of face is deformed, but he wears a quarter-mask at all times to hide it. In addition he wears a flowing cape with red lining and a little fancy tux one might wear to the theatre. His hair is brown and his eyes are slate blue.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:53 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:55 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:58 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:04 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:06 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:10 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:14 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:16 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:17 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:18 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:20 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 8:25 am
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