Mary Waverly
From Changeling Venue
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Mary Waverly's Page
I play a Fairest:Muse of the Spring Court living in Portland, Oregon.
| Seeming | Fairest Muse |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •••• |
| Freehold | Dormant Fire[1] |
| Player | Erica Harold-Heine |
Player Info
- Erica Harold-Heine
- Cam# US2002022826
- Positions Held: SRA Southern, ACC House of Decadence, Portland, Oregon USA
My Talents
- I can play any stringed instrument you put in my hands.
- I also can make stringed instruments of masterful quality. If you would like me to make you an instrument please contact me Mary Waverly
- My Gentry is The Maker
- I have an email list for musically inclined Lost. It's a place where Lost can chat with each other and in general know that there are others out there that are part of the musical world. To sign up for it go to [2]
My Friends/Contacts/Allies
- Manju: Location: Washington, DC
- DJ Static: Location: Sacramento, CA
- Jingle: Location: Atlanta, GA
- Jonathan Brooks: Location:
- Ziantha_Davis: Location: Hampton Roads, VA
My History
Mary was 13 years old when she was taken by her Fae captor. He was a handsome man that offered her a lucrative contract for her to join his company. She was an up and coming opera singer and had perfect pitch. She was about to give a performance that would seal her chances at getting into a well known acting company in Washington DC. At this time it was 1927 and her and her family took many trains to get from Sacramento, California all the way to Washington, DC for her chance at fame and stardom. Mary flattered by the offer from this man, said she was willing to listen to what he had to say, he suggested that they take a walk in the gardens out back of the building. Delighted by his presence, she went against her better judgment and didn’t tell her twin that she was going out for a brief moment with this man….
Walking through the garden was a wonderful time but as she looked at her watch, she noticed it didn’t work anymore and said that they needed to head back. Unfortunately it was too late for her at that point she was caught and her life outside of Arcadia was over for the time being. Her voice was ripped out of her in the most painful and horrifying way, nearly killing her in the process. She watched as her voice was woven into a string, it was the last string needed to complete a painfully beautiful large floor harp. When he was finished with her several others appeared and carried her out of the room. As she was lead away she heard the harp played and it was the most intoxicating sounding instrument she had ever heard.
Later she learned that very few survive the procedure and the ones that do, learn to do the same thing to others that are caught. Mary learned how to make any stringed instrument the Maker wanted and after a time learned how to rip out the voices of others and weave it into a string for the instrument that she was making. She would only get to hear the instruments that she made once before they were taken way. She was required to play the instrument in front of the Maker before it went on to whoever had placed the order.
And that is how the next 7 years of her life went, until the memory of her twin brother came to her sharply in a dream. James was screaming her name in anguish wondering where she was. It was in the middle of the night and all the others were asleep as well. The next morning she was going to be presenting her most recent creation, a violin. She grabbed the violin and ran out of her prison home chasing the sound of her brother’s cries.
Mary burst from the Hedge in the back of a decaying building to full sun light with the sounds of Washington, DC all around her. It had felt like she was running for days. She was not far from where she was originally taken. She stumbled out onto the street and everything was different. The buildings were wrong and the cars were wrong and the skies were filled with noise. She had run all the way out of Arcadia to a completely different world.
Mary collapsed to her knees and cried with no sound coming from her. People started to notice her and tried to help her up, pulling out small metallic boxes from pockets and purses talking into them and asking for help. Unable to answer any of their questions, some wiggling their hands in odd ways, finally with the weight of it all she fainted on the spot.
Waking up in a white room and a handsome young man sitting in a chair near her was her next experience of life outside of Makers’ Arcadia. He looked up from the magazine he was reading and as she started to focus on him she realized that he was like her, tall and slender, even more beautiful than most of the other apprentice makers. He must be here to take her back. Alarmed she scrambled to escape him and his beautiful torture.
Manjo had been alerted through his contacts in the hospitals that a new arrival from the Hedge had fainted in public and was taken to their hospital. He should see to her well being and integration in to life again and one as a Lost. He was known for helping new escapees from the Hedge for several years now and was use to calls of this sort. He was informed that all she had with her was a beautiful violin. Waiting for her to wake up in the hospital took longer than he had anticipated. The nurses refused to wake her, stating that she was quite exhausted and scratched up from whatever ordeal she had endured.
For several hours he read magazines of his competitors and listened to the sound of her sleeping, which was the lack of any noise coming from her. Odd, but then most Lost are strange do to their experiences with the Gentry. The noise of her moving startled him, though he did not show it and he looked up at her to see her looking back at him. Alarm spread across her lovely face and she started to scramble off the bed away from him. Use to the scared response, moved quickly and caught her before she could move off the bed and yank out the IV’s. Holding her tightly and whispering that she was safe with him, he wasn’t here to take her back, she stopped struggling after a minute and her body started to relax and he carefully pulled away from her and got a good look at her.
With him holding her on the bed and whispering that he was safe, he didn’t want to harm her or take her back she realized that she was not going anywhere without his approval. With him so close the smell of spring and growth seemed to come from him and made him less threatening. He smiled at her and it seemed that the sun couldn’t shine as bright as him he was so gorgeous. The next two weeks were a whirlwind of activity as Manjo a Fairest of Spring Court explained to her the way the world changed and all of the connections he could provided for her. He gave her a new identity and a place in high society with him. He helped her find out what happened to her family while she was gone and what her Fetch had done with her life. The all important performance failed horribly and the Fetch and her family went back to Sacramento without her ever pursuing music again. All her family that she knew was dead. Her brother, her twin had died recently and her Fetch had died a day before of natural causes.
After a month spent in Manjo’s care, Mary felt that she needed to say good bye to her family and visit their graves in Sacramento. Manjo arranged everything and wished her good luck and that should she need anything he was here for her. Armed with a plane ticket and an address for the local Lost, Mary returned home.
On arrival in Sacramento Mary meet her contact DJ Static a Manikin, Elemental of Spring Court and he helped her settle in with him and they became fast friends as he helped find out what cemetery her family was in and the next day they went to the graveyard where her family was buried. There were two fresh graves for her Fetch and her brother James. It took a long time before they were able to go up to the graves because of surviving family being around. DJ held her hand and waited patiently with her. Once they were able to go up to the graves all restraint was gone and Mary cried for hours, never making a sound as her body was raked with grief of all that she had lost. DJ stood in the background and let her have her space for this moment. She placed flowers on the graves of her parents and her brother, and once she was more able to, she pulled out her violin and played for her family. Putting all her grief and sorrow into the music she played for them hoping that they can hear what she can no longer say herself. The music filled the cemetery and the few people around were drawn to the sound and stood in awe at the beauty and pain that the music created. They all went home with inspiration for some form of creativity, a poem or book that they had been thinking about, the beautiful lady and her violin.
After a few weeks in Sacramento with DJ, Mary decided to move north to Portland, Oregon to start over with a new life. Hopefully she will meet new friends and turn her knowledge of making stringed instruments into a gift and not a curse like it was for her in the past.
Unbeknownst to Mary or the police is the reason James died the day that he went to the mortuary to identify his sister’s body. He was left alone with his sister and that is when the Fetch turned back into a pile of junk. His shock and surprise was what killed him. He screamed out her name several times and when the coroner returned he was clutching his chest as he was having a massive heart attack. The official theory is that body snatchers stole the body and he witnessed the theft. It is still unknown why they left behind a pile of misc. pieces of items behind where the body was on the slab. All the pieces are placed in police evidence but are considered an unsolved mystery.
Rumours
- Mary isn't actually mute, it's all a ploy for attention and to excape responsibilty for having to speak for herself.
- Mary doesn't use her mouth at gatherings because she puts it to good use elsewhere...
- The fiddle that Mary plays contains her soul. Capture it, and she is yours.
