Rebecca Tulane

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Name: Rebecca Tulane

Seeming: Fairest

Kith: Dancer

Freehold: The Green Ring, Ann Arbor

Court: Spring

Motley: Immortal Storm Triad

Mein: Tall and reed thin, Rebecca's skin tone is pale with delicate features and what at first appear to be tattos are scars that cover the entirety of her body in beautiful swirling patterns of various lengths and size. Her hair usually hangs in braids of various thickness around her and they change colors depending on her dress.

Mask: Tall and thin Rebecca is beautiful as she carries herself with a dancer's grace. She has beautiful swirling tatoos that appear to cover her everywhere except for her face. Her hair is a mass of braids upon her head.

Notable Traits: Carries herself with grace, but appears to be an "ice queen" holding herself from truly reaching any personal depth. While willowy, her limbs appear strong and she she seems capable of great endurance

1 Background
2 Allies

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Background

1998 - Crosses the hedge escaping from Arcadia with Jake Player

2000 - Rebecca begins dancing in local dance productions and teaching ballet at "Tip Toes" dance studio on Main St. in downtown Ann Arbor, MI.

2001 - Rebecca meets Hael's Wyndstaff while dancing "Les Songes" a.k.a. "Dreams" and becomes his. At this performance she is wearing one of Ozwald Savile's creations.

2002 - Rebecca becomes a part of the Immortal Storm Triad.

2003 - There is a bit of scandal surrounding Rebecca and a guest at The Green Tael. For the month following her embarrassment, she goes no where alone, and unless in the presence of a member of the "triad" she does not speak.

2004 - Rebecca is introduced to Uriel de Lenormand in the fall of the year. His camera work captures Rebecca and she becomes a model for many of his projects. His work is demanding and forces her to push herself physically to the limits for his work.

2005 - Marty Sullivan becomes a guest of the Immortal Storm Triad after the Summer Tournament, and Rebecca Tulane's personal responsibility. After Marty's departure, she gives up the sublet on her apartment and moves into the Casino. During the entire season of Autumn she stays at the Casino (not going out) and shockingly she gives up her ballet classes, which anyone who knows her, knows how important they are to her.

2006 - In the Spring of the year, Rebecca appears to have regained some of her earlier spunk. Those that had known her when she first crossed the hedge notice a vitality and strength that had been slowly eroding. The passion of her dancing has even achieved new heights. Everything about her screams SPRING. By October, the spark has died. Standing at Hael's Wyndstaff side she is a beautiful work of art to be admired, but not touched. She is no longer as free of spirit.

2007 - It is common knowledge that Rebecca was at the Arc watching Jake Player on the night of the Three Harmonies Storm Society private party at The Green Tael. She was expected to perform for Hael's Wyndstaff's guests, but forgot about the event. Her embarrasement of Hael's Wyndstaff was so great that he announced a public punishment for her behavior. Wyndstaff arranged for Rebecca to give a public performance to the entire Freehold, and invited several prominent guests and other entertainers from out of town. The punishment however was not that she had to perform in front of such a large group, but that she had to do so while enduring the elements of the storm that she failed to honour before. It started off very subtle, while her lithe body moved about the stage gusts of air would kick up and throw her off balance. Soon she would find herself sliding through puddles of water and patches of ice and finally she would endure harsh flashes of light blinding her. With her public performance in ruin, Wyndstaff announced that she was being punished by the Triad. As she stood on the stage disgusted, Wyndstaff created a single cloud above her head which rained on her and a single flash of lightening shot down to show a perfect cartoon-like scene. After she apologized, another performance was held for her and she gave what would be considered the performance of her life.

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Allies

Lilium - One of the most courageous women I have ever known. She stayed behind in Arcadia and helped others like me get out.

Jake Player - Some girls prefer diamonds, but Rebecca would rather have this chrismatic local rock god for a best friend.

Dahlia Mask - If anyone else understands the pain and beauty of performing it is Dahlia. When the flashes of memory invade and I see our time together I weep for even we enjoyed the cruel beauty of her performances.

Malic Stitch - When the a dance needs the finest clothes you go to Ozwald Savile, when you need beter you go to Malic. All that needs to be said is that Rebecca madels for Malic.

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Quotes

"I make myself completely available to you"
- 2003, Rebecca inadvertently offers more than simple hospitality

"I stand before you stripped of my arrogance. I chose not to pay homage to the Three Harmonies Storm Society and the Storms have punished me for my actions. If I ever disgrace them as I have, may they strike me down for being unworthy to dance in their presence. However, my dishonor was not just to the society, but also to the Immortal Storm Triad that had to bear the burden of my disgrace. My heart can not be more striken with guilt than now. Lastly, I have through my poor judgment and actions forced Hael's Wyndstaff to make my great shame public. Please, I beg forgiveness from you all."
- 2007, Rebecca's apology after the shaming ballet recital

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Rumors

When the Casino first opened, Ed Clerogen, a guest that Rebecca gave hospitality to thought she was a whore for hire
Rebecca had a passionate affair behind Hael's Wyndstaff's back
In 2006, Rebecca was on some sort of drugs and Aria Have helped get her clean
She only wears Ozwald Savile's creations for her performances.
Rebecca is obsessed with pushing herself to satisfy Uriel de Lenormand and the day after a photo shoot she can barely move.

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OOC Background

When I was four I believed I would be a world champion figure skater. We all have dreams, sometimes they come true. As I grew up it became clear that I was never going to be that world champion skater, but I learned how to skate, and that led me to dance. It became clearer that I was gifted with grace. My parents were proud and at the tender age of 8 I was quickly becoming a ballet prodigy. I was so good that they had considered sending me out of the country. Instead, we found an alternative in a NY school of ballet.

I attended the NY school of ballet for 7 years, and it worked me body and soul. I felt forged by fire and passion. On the day of my 16th birthday my parents received a call from a strange and reclusive uncle who lived in upstate NY. He had heard through the family grapevine of my talent in the art of dance. He agreed that if I would come out and meet him that he would love to support me in my pursuits. Dance is expensive, I jumped at the opportunity and I went with my parents to meet him.

The house I vaguely remember, it was big, old, and covered in ivy. It was my uncle that I can not forget. His face was covered in dark thick hair. If I had been more knowledgeable in such matters I am sure I would have realized it covered his body was as well. He was tall and wide, carrying himself like an oak tree. We stayed there in his house for several days and he and I spoke at length about my life. He was so interested in me and I was young and eager to tell it all.

On what was to be our last night and the end of my vacation, I took a walk in his garden. It was terrible and beautiful to behold. It was overgrown, but almost cultivated to be such. Throughout, trapped in the greenery were stone images of fairy folk and humans alike, trying to get out. Their faces were grimaces of pain and suffering, but the fountain statues were different, they were hauntingly beautiful. I don’t remember much of my thoughts, but I do remember thinking that this was what I was - a graceful beautiful image to be treasured and I started to dance.

The center of the garden was a stone patio and there beneath the moonlight I danced. I explored the meaning of my soul through the movement and I poured myself into every step and breath and I pirouetted across the stone. That night I performed for an audience that I couldn’t see. I generated appreciation for my limited talents. And, I garnered one of the Gentry as a benefactor.

He came to me after I finished that dance and wooed my adolescent soul with words of love and beauty which I had only heard in fairy tales. The problem is that that was what his words were – fairy tales. I went through the hedge into the exquisite world of beauty. My memories have become somewhat shattered. He gave me the ability and will to dance as I never had before. Across crystal surfaces I leapt and spun for my Keeper and his guests. I danced until he commanded me to stop. At night I would strike a pose and be a living statue for him. I pleased him, I was for him whatever he needed me to be.

My memories of individual days and nights fades and I can not remember them exactly or what dances I performed, but I do remember when things changed. If I had been allowed to serve my Keeper, I might have done so forever and willingly. This like my figure skating was not to be. My Keeper took a lover who was beautiful and terrible to behold. She was jealous of my Keeper’s dancer. She hated me for giving him pleasure that she could not give. One night she and asked for me as a token of his love. He willingly complied in much the same way as I had when I followed him here.

She took me with her in a box. I was no longer treasured, I was lost. When I would be commanded to come out I was shown that I could die a little each night for my skill. She fancied herself an artist. And, in the mad dream that followed, I was stripped, cut and sliced. When sufficiently bloodly I was commanded to dance. My blood splashed upon a frightening canvas painting grim and dark scenes while I spun like a whirling dervish sacrificing my life for art. When even this did not break me and crush me, when even this torture and the thousands of cuts did not stop the beauty of my dance she sold me. Why she did not choose to kill me I don’t know, I wish I would have died.

Next I was put in my box and left there for I don’t know how long. My legs ached to dance, my body felt tight and tense. When at last the box lid was lifted and I was commanded to dance, it was terrible. It was wrong. I was commanded to dance with others and to amuse those who watched as our bodies pressed and moved against each other in the oldest of art forms. It was then that I learned of the exquisite torture of sexual awareness. Sexualized, brutalized, and given no release I came to adulthood a twisted remnant of the innocent, naive child who crossed the hedge.

The dance consumed me, my body still craved it and underneath it a lust for craven depravity had joined it. I was never at my best unless the cruel savage whips bit into my skin or the needles and thorns decorated me like a living porcupine. One night I was forced to dance while my eyes bled painting my white alabaster face in a macbre masque. When my body at last collapsed, a lover carved hearts of love into my skin. It was then that I had a revelation about what I had become, and from that moment on I knew that I had to get away.

I escaped 11 years ago. No fetch was left in my place. But, I could still not go home. I had emerged a young woman who should have been middle aged now. Can one ever truly go home again? If they can, god speed, but I can’t and I never will. I fear that I will be dragged back to the Fae Stage and I will expire upon it, and in the dark of Winter I dream that I am back upon it and I dance my last dance, it is with my Keeper and I die in his arms as he tells me I have pleased him and that I may rest now. No one knows what it is like to love and hate the dreams and nightmares with equal passion except other changelings.