Effie-Kate
Character Name:
Effie-Kate George mostly known as Effie, once known as Iris
Character Race:
Siren/What ever her father was
Character Age:
Acts/looks the age of 10, really 126
Character Gender:
Female
Character Height:
51 inches
Character Weight:
70.4 lbs
Character Alignment:
Easily influenced so can’t really say.
Character Occupation / Trade:
Entertainer
Personality:
Child like, innocent, shy, calm
Character Race Traits:
Alluring voice, Mute in speaking due to misuse of Siren voice
Current Levelling Points LP:
6,000
Current Level:
Level 1 = Beginner
Appearance:
Skill Set:
Hand to hand - beginner
Weapons Carried:
N/A
Signature Moves:
1. Bane - This power enables the siren to entrance others with her voice. The target/s will sit/stand still, in awe of the voice, until the character stops singing. Thus the effects can last seconds, minutes, hours or even the entire night.
2. Art's Traumatic Essence - It is the song that drives others mad, and it can be used in conjunction with the other powers.
3. Death of the Drum – Damage can be caused to those in ear shot, mainly that of punctured eardrums to more serious damage as organs begin rupturing on concentrated notes.
4. ????
5. ?????
History [Seeing as it was already wrote.. C&P so not short... sorry =[ ]
“Naturally, everyone has a common fear of Sirens. Humans alike in the past fear our kind, and so they chose long ago to disregard our existence. Ever since, our race has been split into several different beliefs, and our brothers and sisters all turned our backs on each other to force our beliefs in this world. Now, after so much treachery and lies, some of us even begin to disregard our own kind. The Harpies have been disregarded by most out of fear, and so as they disappeared – my race’s seed simply grew off their branches. We descend from the disregarded, and with this story I shall tell you now I will prove to the humans that Sirens do exist and are very much in control, and I shall prove to the races of old that we exist – all with the softness of my voice. I shall tell you this story with my unmatched voice until your ears bleed, and then you will finally bleed the truth…”
Life From Iris’ Perspective:
It all started in 1882, when Iris J Stone (that’s me) was born at Danehill in Sussex (Sirens had moved from the island’s they called home back in the times of the roman’s). I was the daughter of William and Jane Stone (who had siren blood), and life seemed pretty good at first. I didn’t go to school or anything, my parents decided it was better for me to be educated at home, and my mother taught me classics, history and mathematics as well as scripture and learning to play the piano. My interests for history and mathematics were not high, I could do it sure – but I just found it really dull. My true interests lay within the piano, and I would ask my mother if she would teach me less of the boring subjects and more of the piano. She insisted that the subjects like mathematics, however boring they may be are the most important ones. She always used to say to me “Life may be free, but your lifestyle costs.” I didn’t pay much attention to that phrase, as I really didn’t understand it at that young age.
After 4 years of such a repetitive life of learning, life was just about to get even more boring for me. A woman who lives locally in my area is fluent in both the French and German languages, and was friendly with my mother. They used to talk about the strangest things, and what was even stranger was that they actually got along. I used to think to myself “How can a woman who spent so long learning two other languages get along with my mother?” Then it finally clicked. They’re both education-crazy, or so that’s what I used to tell myself. After a long discussion between my mum and the local woman about giving me lessons in German and French, and me being forced to sit at the table and pretend I’m listening as well as agree to everything the ‘nice’ lady said to me, I was once again forced to learn more boring subjects. I guess I got lucky, as in the end the teacher didn’t have the same willpower to go on teaching me when my face and body language was literally throwing signs of boredom at her. Funnily enough, the woman was absolutely disgusted of me, as if I had verbally abused her. She told my mother that I was simply impossible to teach, and they had a short heated discussion, which led to us never hearing or seeing of that local languages woman again. One success for me!
14 years had passed, and I was finally old enough to go to College. This was finally my chance to bail on my parents and go and study whatever I want I thought to myself, but how wrong I was. My father had demanded that I could only to go College if I learned one of the subjects that my mother had been teaching me in the previous years, and after much failed begging and pleading I went to Newnham College under my father’s will to study Classics. I got into it for a while I guess, but I could tell it wasn’t where my passion truly lay. Over the coming days I became so much more interested in music and singing, and I would be so intrigued if I ever heard a singing voice, that I would stop whatever I was doing just to listen to it. I finally knew where my passion lay, but after a discussion about it with my father, he refused to let me go to a Performing Arts school. For now, I obeyed him and kept my studying on Classics, making sure I could come home with good grades.
One year had passed, and my grades in Classics had begun to drop. Unfortunately, my teacher saw this as a problem, as every other teacher does when they see a student getting high marks slowly going down in grade. My teacher called in a meeting with my parents at the College to personally discuss the matter, and when they arrived home my mother was disappointed, whilst my father seemed to be angered. After yelling and cursing a bit, he finally caught on that screaming at me would solve absolutely nothing, and left it with my mother to sort out. Over the coming months my passion for musical arts grew even stronger, too strong for me to contain anymore. It had led me to a point where I no longer would care about obeying by my father’s rules, no longer forcing myself to be kept under his radar at all times. I stopped studying Classics, and left Newnham College altogether and fled to a Performing Arts School about 20 miles from where I lived, and applied there. My strong passion for the subject had driven me all the way, and I produced something from my voice, which I thought I never had – a singing voice (I don’t intend to sound cocky or arrogant!). My application to the school was accepted, and my day as well as life had been brightened up for the first time ever. Though as always, happiness can never last – and I found that out when I opened the front door to my house and saw my father looking at the letter from the school informing me that I had been accepted. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I knew I was in for much more than a heated discussion like last time. Though, shock still came to me, as my father told me the one sentence that I would have never seen coming – that I had never stopped to think about once in my life; “Get out, you’re no longer living here anymore.”
It was December 1901, three months after I had been kicked out of my own home. I still sometimes dwell on that day, but I knew I couldn’t let it distract me from fulfilling my all-time dream. I had met a girl in the Performing Arts School called Jean, and she had decided to befriend me. We shared the same common interests, and we seemed so alike – as if we were sisters. I told her all my secrets and everything about my past; including the day my father kicked me out of my own house. She was shocked at this, and then told me that she had a place of her own, with space for another person. She offered a place for me to stay, and I gladly (but not rudely!) accepted. So that was where I had been staying for the past three months. My interests slowly began to spread to a certain specific area within the Performing Arts – Classical Music, but I decided to begin mixing the music with the more recent genres, singing as well as playing musical instruments.
Finally, December had ended and it was finally the new year of 1902. After two years of studying at the Performing Arts School, I decided to leave it and move on to focus on my musical career. My career started off small, I managed to get a few openings at some bars and clubs, as well as entertaining workers as they came for a quick drink before making their way back home. The money wasn’t much, but all I really cared about was entertaining others and fulfilling my passion. Though unfortunately, I faced complications as well, both financially and entertainment-wise. Firstly, as mentioned, the pay for entertainment at these local clubs and bars wasn’t that much, so that meant I had to stay with Jean for a bit longer, and back then I really didn’t want to push my luck with a person I had become really good friends with. I tried getting openings at clubs a little further away, but I wasn’t so lucky I guess. Eventually after several tries, I got one opening at a club called the “Silver Star Nightclub”. My first try was a success, and the owner seemed really friendly and offered me a proposition to keep entertaining at his nightclub each night, in exchange he’d be willing to pay me a bit more than I got the first time. I gladly accepted, not even thinking of how Jean would react, and it never did spring to mind until later on in the following weeks. I came home one day, and was greeted by Jean sitting by the dinner table, her chin resting on her palm, which was faced towards the ceiling. “Hey, you’re back.” She said to me, but I could tell she wasn’t just sitting there, waiting for me to come back just to say that, and I was right. She asked me to sit down and I obeyed, and as I did she began to explain the current situation. She told me she felt a bit awkward that I was out almost every single night, and she would only see me briefly in the morning before taking off to go to work. I guess I should’ve been fairer, as I accepted her offer and then I was in a way using her for her home. After the discussion, I came to an agreement that I would be here much more, and so I went to the Silver Star Nightclub on one of the nights, performed and then asked to see the owner. I told him the situation and said that I’m no longer interested in continuing my performance here. Everything seemed absolutely fine, until his reaction spoke out loud. He refused to let me go, and even went to the point of blackmail and assaulting me. I slapped him hard in the face and quickly fled the Nightclub before I got myself into any more trouble. I went home that night with shock, and then woke up the next day with shock once again. The owner of the nightclub had made a small article about me in the newspaper, and mentioned every single negative point about a singer that you could make which he could fit in. My career was on the brink of utter failure, and there was absolutely nothing I could do.
8 years had passed since that horrid event, and I woke up to the usual days. I would have breakfast with Jean and see her off to work, and then have a flick through the newspaper to see if there were any openings somewhere. I’d try the local bars and clubs and as usual, get rejected by them. A few months passed, and I was sitting on the sofa at home bored out of my mind, my money slowly starting to fade as if they were made out of smoke. Suddenly, Jean came into the living room with the phone and said it was someone on the phone for me. I was a bit puzzled, as no one at all ever called me, but nevertheless I answered:
Me: “Hello?”
Woman’s voice: “Hello, this is Iris J Stone, am I correct?”
Me: “Yes… you are.”
Woman’s voice: “I’m a local agent who deals with getting in contact with musicians who have been showing interest to others. I’ve been contacted by one of the musical opera places in Paris, and they’ve caught word of you. From what they’ve heard of a local musician who works in Paris, your friend Jean – you are a good singer and musician. They have offered you a place to perform in the opera in Paris.”
Me: “Oh my God, are you serious?!”
Woman’s voice: “I am indeed, Ms. Stone. Now I must go, I have other duties to attend to. Goodbye.”
Me: “Goodbye!”
I put the phone down, and the next ten minutes involved a lot of excitement as well as tears and much laughter from Jean and me. When I had arrived in Paris though, World War I had begun, and I had the duty to both perform at the opera and entertain the soldiers of war before they go off to battle. Life was great nevertheless; I had never performed in front of so many people, and heard so much applause, as well as seeing so many pleased faces at my performances. This could be the happiest year of my life.
A further year had passed, and I had still kept up my act and the money was slowly rolling in for me. I hadn’t seen Jean for a long time in person, but I had written to her and contacted her as much as possible. One night, the strangest thing had happened to me. I was walking down the street after an opera performance, down a small dark alleyway, it was pitch black dark. I stepped quickly down the alleyway, as I had natural paranoia back then of being alone in dark alleys, just like most people do. Before I managed to get out into the normal streets though, two figures immerged in front of me, both cloaked. “Is this the girl, Elle?” said a soft, sweet voice. I felt much calmer after that feminine voice, but soon the other figure replied, “Sure is, I’ve seen her quite a few times around here.” Just like the other, her voice was so smooth and as well. The first figure stepped closer and began to introduce herself and the other; “Do not be afraid, child. We are not here to harm you. My name is Adelais, and the incompetent accomplice of mine is Elle.” The second figure laughed momentarily, and then replied harshly to her; “I’m not your accomplice, don’t flatter yourself.” I could sense the tension between these two, such beautiful voices and yet they still carried a tone of hate and disgust for each other. After a short talk, the three went off together, down a small street and disappeared away for a while. The news of the disappeared opera performer spread quickly around the streets of Paris, and a sense of panic had overwhelmed parts of the city.
Training From Adelais’ Perspective:
Paris got a lot calmer after they realised that the girl wasn’t dead or anything, Elle had informed her of her roots. It gave us more chance to see her potential. Well, I say ‘us’, but mainly Elle. She doesn’t let me near the girl, as if she’s got her on lockdown. I have to admit, the girl does intrigue me a lot, and she would’ve been an asset as a vampire if an Elder may say so. The way she kept her focus on me that night we confronted her, and how she seemed so mesmerized by my voice – it was as if I was a work of art myself. I mean, I’ve always been praised for my works of art, but I have never been considered a work of art myself! However, it was almost impossible for me to get near to the girl in the first place, let alone sire her into the bloodline. Elle was and still is protecting this girl, Iris, with her life and refuses to let me near her. It was doubtful that she would become a vampire anyway, which was very unfortunate – an Elder like me would’ve loved to teach her the secrets of the clan. It’s been four days since we confronted Iris and taken her to our multi-race hideout where she has been under strict training with Elle. So far, the training program has consisted of 10 hours of training Iris, from 7:00am to 5:00pm, then rest from 8:00pm till 6:30am. At 5:00 they would head out to the streets of Paris where Iris would go and perform at the opera place and Elle would watch. During this time, Iris would attempt to tap into her siren blood and attempt to awe particular people in the crowd who weren’t paying much interest to focus on her. The first tries were unsuccessful, but nevertheless Iris continued to try.
Day Six of the training and Iris has begun to show improvement. In yesterday’s performance at the Opera, she managed to keep two men focusing on her for 10 whole seconds, before losing concentration. Anyway, her singing is coming along, and Elle has only made her focus on that for now, as for the other disciplines – ‘they will come in due time’ she says.
Day Ten of the training, and today was blood, sweat and tears. After finally mastering her singing, Elle took to the beatings for practicing hand to hand combat. This may take a hell of a lot longer to master levels in this than the siren singing, as she ended today’s training covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Judging by her personality, she doesn’t seem like the fighting type, so being able to take more hits should be good for her, but nevertheless harder for her to train in if she has no real sense of combat.
Day Fourteen of the training and Elle decided to give up on training Iris the ways of combat, as it seemed pretty hopeless. Though, she did show some improvement and has been able to reduce damage of attacks thrown at her by a bit, but Elle figured it wasn’t enough for her to continuously train on that path. So they went back onto the singing and helping Iris to use her siren abilities. This is why Elle probably recognised her in the first place, as she had a talent for singing and using her voice, which made it all the more easier for her to learn further as a siren and use her voice for more than keeping attention.
Day Nineteen of the training and now Elle had released herself to Paris and worked alongside Iris as a duet in the opera, instantly gaining the love of the audience and became an opera star like Iris. Before they both went on stage, Elle would tell Iris to do different singing techniques, this would apparently improve her singing skills, and at other times Iris would be told to mimic the singing techniques Elle performed.
Coming to an end of the training now, and Elle has trained her well I guess, for a simpleton like her. I’m pretty sure I could’ve done better, but nevertheless she did okay. Now I’ve heard they’ve gone to Italy to perform a duet there, so now is my chance to plan my attack. When they return, I’ll be ready and kill them both. That damned Elle will get what she deserves, and she’ll see her sister die, then die herself.
Life From Then On From Iris’ Perspective:
According to Elle, I had succeeded, and she didn’t expect any less from her. We’ve returned from Paris now, hopefully Adelais has gotten over the fact that Elle had shown me my roots. We came back from Paris in 1932, and as soon as we came into the streets of Paris, we were attacked by Adelais. He came out of nowhere, and it was so unexpected. Elle told me to get to safety, and I obeyed. How stupid of me to listen, I should’ve stayed and helped her… Nevertheless, I hid not too far and watched a fight commence between the two. It seems as the few years went by, Adelais’ jealousy had grown, and now he was letting it out. He was accompanied by a thug, which meant Adelais had a muscle. This thug wasn’t too much of a problem for Elle though, she was standing her ground and avoiding most of the thug’s attacks, but sometimes taking the odd fall in which I’d get worried. I could see the fight coming to an end, and suddenly without warning, it did. In the last instance of battle, Adelais came out of nowhere and drove a blade into Elle’s breast, impaling her heart. I saw her slowly fall to her knees, and then drop to the floor still. I was a coward, and ran away as fast as I can and as far as my legs would take me away from Adelais. That was the last time I ever saw Elle, as her body was never found again…
Iris From Ivy’s Perspective:
Ah yes… I remember Iris. She was a lovely girl... Very old.. I mean young, but the first time I met her she was so sad. I could feel her deep happiness, wait, depression. Word on the street said that she was a talented singer, yet when I went to see her she never sung. I started to feel happ-, depressed myself. She liked playing the violin by the looks of things, but then again the violin is supposed to be a sad instrument, or is that the guitar? Never mind. Anyway, I followed this Iris girl around, watching her performances etc. I never thought people would comment me about doing this though, one lovely man called me a ‘stalking freak’. I should meet him again someday. Anyhow, one day I confronted her and decided to invite her to my house for a cup of tea and strangely, she accepted. I could feel this weird presence around her though, don’t get me wrong, I am one of the sanest Demons left, but she just made me feel weird. I didn’t like the fact that she was known to be such a talented girl, and didn’t use it. It made me feel really really really really really angry! After our talk, she headed back from Italy to Paris to get revenge on some guy called Adelais, no idea who he is.
Revenge From Iris’ Perspective:
After my discussion with the Demon known as Ivy, I revealed to her that I was also a Siren. She told me that she had expected me to be ‘of the supernatural’ as she described it. The year was 1938, 2 years since Ivy had convinced me to sing again (which I did), but it had also been 2 years since I decided to avenge my sire, Elle. I had been searching everywhere for sources and links towards the murder of my sire, and in the end it led me to her killer – Adelais’ thug. I can’t quite remember what happened, but I remember getting really angry, and then the next thing I knew I was screaming really loud and the corpse of the Brujah laid on the floor in front of me. I figured that I must’ve used the ability ‘death of the drum’ accidently through rage, and as a result killed him. I didn’t care though - one down, one to go was all that went through my head.
A few months had passed and word had reached Adelais that his thug had been killed, and he sought me out personally. I waited patiently in a place where he could find me, and sure enough he emerged hesitantly. The way he looked at me and talked, I could tell it was much different from the first time he met me. I was the dominant one in this situation, and he feared me now. It was all going according to plan, and now I held Adelais’ life in the palm of my hand. He told me that everything was going to be ok, and said I was free to go. What an idiot, he thought I’d waste 2 years of my life searching for him, killing his personal ‘muscle’ just to be told that I’m free? No. That wasn’t what I was looking for, what I was looking for was blood, Adelais’ blood, and revenge. I could tell from his eyes that he knew he shouldn’t have come, and I used everything I knew against Adelais. I tortured him with my voice, tortured to him until the point he was abandoned by his own sanity, and left to dwell without a touch of himself anymore. That’s right, I drove him insane. The voice is such a wonderful thing to hear, but it is also the key to destroying one’s mind. I’m sure he would get along fine with the likes of Ivy now, seeing as she’s of the ‘insane ones’.
Life From Then On From Iris’ Perspective:
Another two years had passed, since I had drove Adelais insane to which afterwards my speaking voice had abandoned me, leaving me with my siren voice. So instead of heading back to Italy though, I remained in Paris to help the French until the Second World War ended. Usually I’d be the coward and hide away from the mortals and their wars like I hid away from Adelais for so long, but now I had a change of heart. I worked, and not only by singing for entertainment, but also general factory work. It was strange; working like this gave me a sense of humanity, even though I kept my head down and said nothing. I know it sounds crazy but for at least a moment I felt like a normal human being, just like the rest. I carried on this work until 1945, when the war ended. The days were so normal, I was pretty surprised nobody suspected me to be a little strange, but I guess during events like that the only suspicions were whether or not you were a Nazi. This had reminded me a lot of my early childhood, where the days would be repeated again and again. I’m pretty sure the only thing that kept me from knowing I wasn’t a human was the often urge to speak, but often forgetting and playing with the person’s sanity.
It was 1946, and the war had finally ended with us winning. I went back to my usual life. Since Elle (and the obvious signs) told me that I don’t age as fast, I changed my identity completely. From then on I changed my name to Effie-Kate, completely hiding away from civilisation. I was now a whole new person; I could start a new life and leave my old one behind. This was finally the chance I had been waiting for since I was quite young.
4 years had passed since I changed my identity, and I decided to move back to London. I bought myself a small town apartment towards the west of London. It wasn’t a masterpiece, but it was liveable.
1951, and I began work again in a local theatre in London. Although my career had started again, I had to really focus on controlling my voice as it seemed to improve on its own. Within a few weeks, I had become a star within London. The theatre wanted me there three days a week, and this time the pay was slowly rolling in. Unfortunately I had to cut it down to two days a week, since I had been offered places at clubs, opera houses – the whole lot. I could’ve bought a two-storey house, but I choice to keep the simple London flat, seeing as I had got used to it now and it was so much more comfy.
One year had passed, and nothing had really happened in that year apart from me slowly reforming my life. I was by now fairly rich, and on a certain night after a performance at the ‘Red Curtain Private Bar’ which I had been offered a part at. I came off the stage, after shaking hands with a few of the people and heading towards the exit I was stopped by a rather handsome man wearing a fashionable suit. His shoes seemed so polished that the light reflecting off them could almost blind me, and his hair was stuck up with gel. He looked like a posh, slick character – almost one of those ‘up themselves’ people;
“Greetings, you are Effie yes?”
To which I nodded
The man suddenly took my hand, and kissed it politely.
“Hello, I am Thomas Arkinstall. I’ve seen a few of your performances, and I have to say I am very impressed by your… talents.” He gave a warm smile, in which I smiled back to.
After that short meeting, somehow we kept on bumping into each other. From then on we just decided to see each other a lot more, and eventually we went into a deep friendship. Later on in the months though, he confessed to me he was a lycan, and when I wrote to him I was a siren, he was shocked but also extremely happy. From then on we had a lot closer friendship, meeting each other every now and then. After two months of our friendship, Thomas had proposed an idea to me. He thought because he specialised in business and I specialised in entertainment that we could together open up a ‘social club’ in Central London. I agreed and accepted his offer and from there I had combined the money I had earnt with Thomas’ money and together we opened up this social club. I would handle the entertainment side of things, whilst Thomas would handle the business side of things (hiring people, finances etc).
1953, and our social club hadn’t been as good as we had hoped. Sure, we got a few people in the evening, but it wasn’t enough. Slowly our bills increased whilst our customers decreased. It came quite bad until the point where I had to go out working again to make sure we could uphold the social club financially. Though, a few things had changed between Thomas and me. This ‘social club’ had now become the basis for a relationship between us, which could be considered as ‘more than friends’. 7 years had passed and finally the social club had become quite popular, even being recommended for a good place to hang out by both the mortal and vampire civilisation, since previous vampire customers had passed on word. It was finally going as well as we had hoped, and now me and Thomas were having the times of our lives.
7 years had passed, and our social club had been running smoothly. Our reputation had spread throughout the all societies, as we were known for our ‘hospitality among kine’. We would often serve specials and offers to the all species that would come, making sure we were discreet about what and how we served them, so we didn’t raise any suspicions to surrounding mortals. We also offered some mortal specials and offers too, to make it fair so we wouldn’t lose any of our mortal customers either. After a year though, my secret affair with Thomas began to go downhill. We would often sit down and talk/write it out, but both of us knew that nothing good had come out of it anyway. In the end our affair left to nothing and in April, we shut down the social club and left to follow our own paths. I should’ve realised at first, two completely different races together would soon fail, as we both shared our own different views and beliefs. Thomas told me he was staying in London to do more business, but I left to travel around Europe. I went back to the usual, going around to get a chance to sing in certain bars and clubs, getting paid then staying somewhere. Although, it seemed that a new era of music had come, and this time I decided to both sing and learn about the recent music that had come into effect. I was semi-interested in it, but I think my true passions were in the ones I had already used.
[Time skip] It was now 1990, and like any typical artist I slowly faded away out of fame, and slipped back into the normal life. Well, not totally normal anyway. I moved back to London anyhow, and changed my appearance completely. I wore sunglasses to cover my eyes, which could be known by previous fans. I would now only travel out in night, performing the usual necessities and practicing my voice so I didn’t go out of touch. I travelled around London, in search for an old friend, which I eventually found – Thomas. After a quick talk, I asked him if he could teach me basic hand to hand (in the years passing, violence had become more and more). We would meet up once a week, and he would teach me defensive moves.
3 years since I found Thomas again, and he had finally taught me everything he knew about the basic defensive and offensive combat moves (Which took a while for me to start using naturally). But at the end of our last meeting, he had confessed to me that he was working in one of the supernatural sects. He told me that he had been ordered by the leader to recruit new hopefuls, and as a result my clan was an acceptable, and he had been planning to recruit me ever since he agreed to teach me. I refused to join, in which he attacked me to try and bring me in so the superiors could deal with me. He drew his rapier and lunged at me, but I swiftly moved aside and kicked him to the ground. After exchanging blows to each other, I had finally overcome Thomas with the use of my voice and training. I kicked his hand hard, making him drop the rapier and in anger took it and swung it to his neck to behead him. I stopped the sword inches from his neck, and slowly managed to calm myself down, analysing the situation. I felt a bit sorry for Thomas, after all he was ordered to do so, and if he disobeyed orders he would be killed. I dropped the rapier and left him in a beat up state, running down the streets and plunging into the darkness of the night. I looked back over my shoulder to him, and gazed into his eyes momentarily. That was the last I had ever seen of Thomas.
Modern Nights From A Narrator’s Perspective:
After the event with Thomas, Effie hid away in London; her appearance seemed to slowly go backwards in her depression, to the stage where she now shows that of a 9 year old. She now lives the typical life of a super natural, hiding away from the majority of civilisation most of the time, despite her love and passion for entertainment. Despite wanting to keep a secret, hidden life like the rest of her kine, Effie can’t resist the idea of playing and singing in front of people. She will sometimes make an anonymous appearance at opera houses or small bars to perform a piece or two and then disappear once again. For now she is laying low, hiding from the likes of Thomas and his sect (if he ever returns). She has no intention to join any ‘supernatural’ sects for now, she is remaining lone and helping herself and only people she deems worth helping.
