Rossignol Browne
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Beast Windwing |
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| Court | Winter Court ••• |
| Freehold | Nomadic |
| Player | Genevieve Posey |
Contents |
The Bard's Tale
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Alias(es): TBD
Real Name: Deryn Jones
Location: Chapel Hill, NC
Age: Mid-twenties
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Windwing
Court: Winter
Concept: Anonymous messenger and poet
Physical description: A face that's pretty, but utterly forgettable. Brown hair, average height, average build. Painfully shy, tends to bleed into the background. Soft-spoken, polite, and cordial, though not friendly. Knits at gatherings. Known for her actions far more than her looks
Character Livejournal: http://skaski_genki.livejournal.com
Saga
Basic Timeline:
- 1971 - Born
- 1992 - Taken (Aberystwyth, Wales)
- 2003 - Returned (Brecon Beacons, Wales)
- 2003-2004 - Wandering the UK
- 2004 - Moved, with help of a friend, from London to the Northwestern US
- 2004-2007 - Wandered the US
- 2007 - Settled into the Southeastern US to do research into traditional folksongs about the Fae
Current Activities: Unknown. Rossignol is hard to find, even for those that seek her. Rumored to be wandering the Southeast US
Background:
Deryn Jones was a small-time folk-pop singer in her native Wales, having just signed a contract with Green Linnet Records, a Celtic traditional record company (c. 1992), when her angelic singing voice and her expansive knowledge of traditional fae-related songs caught the attention of an indolent Fae courtier. The courtier followed Deryn for months, attending concerts and performances, acquiring her self-produced EP, and insinuating herself into Deryn's life to the point of a few casual dates. Sleeping with the fae seemed to release some unknown ban against her abduction, and the fae soon made her true self known. Stealing her away, she transformed Deryn into a nightingale and chained her to a golden perch in her sitting room with barbed leather jesses. Deryn was forced to sing for guests, or sit silently while Fae politics were conducted in front of her. Despite not being a carnivore or carrion-eater, she would be force-fed pieces of lesser courtiers whom her mistress murdered, as her mistress believed the bloody diet brought "depth" to Deryn's voice.
One night a fellow servant loosed the jesses and Deryn fled for her life; when she emerged from the thorns what felt like weeks later, she was found by another passing Changeling who helped guide her into her new life. Doing research, she discovered that she was officially dead, having overdosed on heroin after her album tanked.
Rossignol is extremely skittish about interpersonal relationships, though she is not without her charms. She passes easily through Changeling society, making few waves but gathering a *lot* of information. She considers herself to be a freelance message-carrier and political advisor, and generally only works for favors.
Harmony and Counterpoint
- Candy -- the flower of all the west and all the world
- Edria -- golau arall yw tywyllwch
- Elvis O'Connor -- opportunity only knocks once, or twice, or twenty times...
- Mr. Francis Hudson -- fellow entrepreneur
- Jex -- you're lost, little girl
- Jimmy Quick --a whirlwind of .... something
- die Rattenkonigin -- ever so dear
- Race Ardent -- mighty and true
Theme
Andersen's "The Nightingale," Elaine of Astolat, Ianto Jones, Lucy Saxon, the four of swords, Nyssa of Traken
Melodies
- Ar Hyd y Nos - Côr Cymraeg Coleg y Drindod
- Angel, Angel, Down we go Together - Morrissey
- I Wonder What's Keeping My True Love Tonight - Solas
- Lorelei - The Pogues
- Cwcw Fach - Ffynnon
- Fortress Around Your Heart - Sting
- Goshawk - Ffynnon
Chorus
"I cannot live in the palace, and build my nest; but let me come when I like. I will sit on a bough outside your window, in the evening, and sing to you, so that you may be happy, and have thoughts full of joy. I will sing to you of those who are happy, and those who suffer; of the good and the evil, who are hidden around you. The little singing bird flies far from you and your court to the home of the fisherman and the peasant's cot. I love your heart better than your crown; and yet something holy lingers round that also. I will come, I will sing to you; but you must promise me one thing."
"Everything," said the emperor, who, having dressed himself in his imperial robes, stood with the hand that held the heavy golden sword pressed to his heart.
"I only ask one thing," she replied; "let no one know that you have a little bird who tells you everything. It will be best to conceal it." So saying, the nightingale flew away.
What the Wind Hears
- Rossignol has a voice that could charm even the Gentry -- and she refuses to sing
- She once had a torrid affair with Mr. Hudson
- She once had a disastrous affair with an unnamed Summer Queen
- She's never once had an affair with anyone and is clinically frigid
