Belle Chanson
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Beast Windwing |
|---|---|
| Court | Winter Court • |
| Freehold | None at this time |
| Player | Tania |
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Overview
Alias(es): Belle Chanson van Whittaker
Real Name: Unknown
Age: 24
Concept: Operetic Songbird (Snow Bunting)
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Belle is a pretty and fragile looking girl. Her hair is a luxuious auburn nearly mimicing black. that folds into light curls and she begs people to watch her without saying a word. She has very high taught features and always dresses divinely. She finds herself most comfortable in the finer garments and is often wearing white with black hints and accessories. On first glance you might be sure you've seen an angel only to be confirmed when she sings.
Relevant Mechanics: Striking Looks 4, Prescence 5, Inspiring
Character Livejournal:
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline:
Autumn 2006 - Emerged from the Hedge and was found by Stephen Daedalus
2006-June 2007 - Stayed at Van Whittaker Estate getting reacclimated
June 2007 - Began travelling
Current Activities:
Merit Details:
Background:
I know her name… it is small and unimportant. She is a creature of beauty and grace and her song is unlike any other. Her name was Raquel DuFranc and she lived an unimportant life of unimportant events. She was an ordinary child with an ordinary family. She had an ordinary poodle named “Muffins” and an ordinary porcelain doll she called “Marie.” Her favorite desert was always chocolate mousse, which her nanny made divinely. She had tea parties and garden soirées. Her little ordinary life was one of privilege and ordinary familial distinction. The only think about this little girl that was extra ordinary was her voice. As a child she was regarded as a prodigy before you knew what the word was. She began to train her voice at 10 and began singing with the opera at 12. The roles were minor as her voice could not be fully developed but the hopes were high that she would be something remarkable. Little did they know that she would be more than that. She would be ordinary. Her voice finished developing at 13 and she couldn’t hit the notes. She became distraught and grew up an ordinary life had an ordinary family and was never thought of again.
This story is not about that ordinary girl. Our story is about a girl without a name. She was not common at all. She was a snowflake driven by fear and passion. She is mine and I only have the best of things. She is caged in my entertaining room. Her feathers are the purest white with black trim. She sings when I command it and she needs no sleep. She is an ugly little bird but her voice is enchanting because I made it so. I will never tell her that though. She is what I tell her to be. What is better than that?
The voice of an angel rings out
“Quando sono solo
sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
Si lo so che non c’è luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole,
se non ci sei tu con me, con me.
Su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai acceso,
chiudi dentro me
la luce che
hai incontrato per strada.
Con te partirò.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso si li vivrò,
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li vivrò.”
“oh no he’s coming. I have to hit that note. I can’t afford another tail feather. Or worse he may take one of my wings. I suppose they are not mine but his. He owns the girl who has nothing. It is only by his grace that I might sing at all.
“Quando sei lontana
sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
e io sì lo so
che sei con me,
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me,
mio sole tu sei qui con me,
con me, con me, con me.”
“He seems pleased. I must have gotten it right. I think. He does love to torment me. Maybe that twisted smile means nothing more than. Oh god. Perhaps he is delighting that I missed it. If it is bad enough he will cut my throat. Oh god. What am I?”
“Con te partirò.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso si li vivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò.
Io con te.”
“It’s his favorite song. Will I get honey or plucked. I wonder if he will come tonight. Tonight will be honey. The night is good. My master is letting me sleep. I almost can’t I’m so excited. It has only been 8 hours and my voice is not yet horse. Perhaps he is pleased with me. My master will be very important one day and so too will I.”
“Is he coming?”
“I need to sleep now.”
It has been time. I never know how much. I do not feel rested but I still have some honey. It is… gone. I shouldn’t have slept. I will do better next time. There is a bracelet on my foot. Odd. Is it a present? That seems unfounded. I hear words. I know those words, they call out from below me ever so quietly.
Who are you?
Wer sind Sie?
Chi sono voi?
Будут вами?
¿Quiénes son usted?
Qui êtes-vous ?
“Je ne sais pas”
There were words I didn’t understand, and couldn’t, exchanged. They belonged to children of the master. What were they saying? Are they here to kill me as other’s I’ve seen sent out to slaughter?
My cage is open. “Venez. Venez avec nous”
I do as I am told. I do not know this one who speaks and I barely understand his words but I know they mean that I should go with them. I hesitate. Master wouldn’t want this. Or would he. Is that what the bracelet is? Perhaps it is a token from him and a sign of his blessing. This one is frightening. He looks more beast than man. “Savez-vous d'où vous êtes ou qui vous êtes ?”
Why do I know these words? “Je ne sais pas.”
He guides me out begging my silence and he and I and others slowly walk out the door. We run as silently as we can in the middle of the day, or was it night? The trees looked to grab us and he stayed by my side. The hounds came and they looked frighteningly terrible. But so did the man beside me. He looked at me as others fell to the hounds. He pushed me through the thorns and turned to face them. His final words were “Course. Ne cessez pas de courir.” And he disappeared as I wandered looking for anywhere. There were thorns everywhere and I could feel the small pricks and punctures against my skin. The vines grip my throat and squeeze, loosening it seems only to the joy of my screams. I can feel blood running down from the newest scars on my throat. My clothing is slowly being stripped away. I should be more careful. But he sounded so desperate when he told me to run. Wait what is that?
I hear the hounds. I thought he stopped them. I am running as fast as the thorns will allow me to go. My feathers... they are bloodstained. My dress is almost non-existent and if I go much further there will be no dress to speak of. There is light ahead and dogs behind. This is a trick, I’m sure of it. Master does not want me out but I so long to see the light.
“Stop, frightened little child. Peace for but a moment. The hounds will drag you back to a song spinner hell. They will pluck you and take your voice feeding you to the dogs when they have finished. You are not wanted. You are not loved. Your voice, your only asset ruined by uncertainty and weakness. You will never be what they wanted me to be. Quick they are coming. Run through the pain and through the magic. Remember what you can and more importantly forget everything. I will take care of those memories. You little child, run to find rest for your weary feet. Run through the thorns and touch not the berries. Run from the howls that I will only let haunt your dreams. He came for you. He died for you. Do not die now and waste his heroism. Sleep child.”
Où suis-je ? Où sont mes vêtements ? Ceci regarde si peu familier.
“La La La”
Ma voix est très bien. Pourquoi est-ce que je suis saignant ? Où suis-je ? Qui vient près de moi ?
"qui sont vous?" Est-ce que c'était ma voix ? Elle tremble mais qui est ce ? Je ne peux pas l'entendre.
“Qui sont vous?” Que dit-il ? Je ne peux pas comprendre mais sa voix calme. Au cas où j'aller avec lui ? Il me fait le en sécurité de sentir. Stephen Daedalus. Quel nom intéressant. Quel est mon nom ? Un dieu d'Oh, il blesse pour le tenir est genre de lui pour m'aider.
” Un dieu d'Oh”
Il m'aide. Il m'enlève quelque part. Il dit qu'il me gardera coffre-fort et si je ne peux pas marcher il me porterai.
Mon nom est "Belle Chanson" et ma vie commence aujourd'hui.
Motley
Allies
Stephen Daedalus
Vladimir Karakov
Evie Greene
Rigger
Clara
Mother Rowan - A friend of Stephen Daedalus who hosted her at her Safehouse in the Los Angeles area. Belle stayed for a month, and Rowan extended an offer of continuous help and support should the girl need it.
Vestigere the Usurper - A barely remembered incident by some, Belle was stolen Vestigere at the behest of The Choir Empress. Despite adverse conditions and multiple pursuers, she was delivered safely to her surrogate Keeper, and an unlikely accord has existed between these two changelings ever since.
Enemies
Character Inspirations
Soundtrack
Quotes
- "Hopefully Stephen will temper the fragile pieces inside her into one, whole weapon." - Gaea
- "A lovely girl without the tools to survive such a harsh Reality... She will have to learn quickly, I think." - Mother Rowan
- "The songbird has flown far. Perhaps she made it all the way to Earth. I will listen for her...just in case." - Vestigere the Usurper
- "Ah, she be a cute one. Canna understand a word she say. Gonna halfta learn French ta be able ta speak with 'er. Maybe she can loosen up and stop 'idden hind that fan 'o 'ers" - Pat MacRoche
- "Ma petite oiseau... I wish I could sing her praises as sweetly as she sings mine. I'll never understand how Stephen let her fly away." - Pierce Priestly
