PatientAge of Death:23 Gender:F Sexual Orientation:Likes EveryoneAffliction:
Melolagnia, Masochism and Asphyxioplilia Appearance:
Violette is ballerina, small boned, fit and toned from years of studying ballet. Her skin is pale from the many hours spent indoors practicing. Her white, blonde hair is usually worn up in an elaborate twist or a bun. Her blue eyes are the color of deep sky. She moves gracefully, each step in rhythm to the sweeping music she imagines to surround her. Though, when excited, the girl carries a slight bounce to her step.
In ghost form, her appearance is a wispy and undulating thing. Always she is in costume for her next imagined performance. The tatters of lace, tulle and netting are adorned with what were once fancy ribbons that hang loosely around her shifting form. Character Model:
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Violette’s world is the ballet. Movement is how she expresses herself; her emotions and feelings, hopes and dreams all swirl within the realm of the theatre and dance. Loss and sorrow reside there as well, more so since her admittance to Milford. If she is perceived as naïve, foolish or easily distracted, it is simply that the girl’s focus and thoughts are on herself and her art. Other mundane matters bore her. The trivial world, she believes should be left the hands of the untalented, lessor folk. They are beneath her. She was born to shine like a glorious star. Visions of grandeur flit through her mind. Soon, all will see that no one dances as she. History:
From an early age, Violette dreamed of becoming a ballerina. She trained obsessively, but it was an effort of love. She cultivated the approval of the well-to-do and after years of study, she was accepted into NYC’s newly formed Ballet Theatre. Her dream almost realized, she strove to win the title of Prima Ballerina. The stage, the lights, the audiences enthralled her. But the music took her further. It touched her soul and made her wish to sing with movement, to dance further with abandon. Within the swirl of sounds of the orchestra, something changed. Violette’s dance became arousal, the notes of the instruments like a caress upon her skin. Bodies and heat flashed always around her. It was heaven and more, heated and precise, even within the passion of arousal.
Violette loved each minute too much. This was her world, her life. The stage crossed over, and the music stayed within her head. And what had previously been only inklings now grew stronger, more needful. Ballet sparked it, music fueled it. (Melolagnia - arousal by music) Surrounded by the beautiful, the young ballerina knew she was beautiful also. And so, the girl became promiscuous. It mattered not with whom, other dancers, the conductor, and often patron couples after the show had closed. She became less subtle as the music fueling this new lust demanded more.
Discovered too often in positions of a compromising nature, the girl was given warning. But her odd behavior was witnessed again, this time by a major investor of the troupe. Violette had become an embarrassment. Something had to be done. As per her signed and binding contract, her health care was in the hands of the Ballet Theatre’s director, Max Von Brandenburg.
What a shock it was to be sent away for treatment. Violette belonged with the company; the coveted position was so near. Never did she wish to leave. But Max made promises that soon he would call for her, and after a short treatment, she would return triumphant to the stage. It would do her good, he said. But at Milford, Violette was subjected to the whims of people she deemed without culture or refinement. It was a ghastly ordeal, and she turned petulant and emotional, prone to tantrums and fits. She was no stranger to the lab rooms as the doctors took too close an interest in her recovery.
And always she believed Max would return for her.
When the fire raged, Violette had been confined within one of lab rooms. She could not escape. And though she can often be seen dancing in the gardens, ethereal in the moonlight, near the roses, it is to the dark lab that she often returns, pulled and compelled. She remembers the hallways and the rooms. The tortures flit through her mind. But Violette refuses to believe that she has died. The stage is waiting. A call will come to free her from this place. A car will pull into the drive, ready to fetch her. Max promised to come for her. The stage is waiting. The music is playing. He promised...
Perhaps tonight she will be free… Character Connections:
NoneLink to Player's O/O: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=97241.0Character O/O: ON:
Masochist, breathplay, music, sex with society folksOFF:
People of questionable backgrounds and upbringDefinite Limits:
Site restrictions. Vore.Player:
Blue Bunny Sparkle
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