Gender: Female

Kit: Eldritch

Location: Stamford, Connecticut


Alignment: Villain

Team: The Fallen


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: weak (rank 0)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: -3

Personal Wins: 42

Personal Losses: 42

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


The Book will be entertaining for just about any ambitious ballerina. Portitia - an early whitened mouse - loves to bop, for the different of most other pursuits.

The lady will not clear the girl room. Your woman can't help clear the table. The lady learns none. The woman's mother or perhaps the woman's father because she's dancing, grooving, dance at every getting moment.

Everything changes when the girl mom and dad notice that her attention needs to be taken seriously.

Mister and also Mrs. Mouse just do that when each goes buying and come home with - ooooh! - a ballerina's tutu for Portitia to wear!


"Please Rasmus," she pleaded, "if you will not feast upon her beating heart then let me choke the life from her and be done with it."

"Tut-tut, Mara," came the bemused reply, "She is my precious angel. My graceful swan. To snuff out such a light would darken the entire world."

"She's a curse upon us both. An infection which needs to be lanced."

Rasmus gently stroked the face of the tiny young ballerina before him. "You shouldn't speak of her so. You might offend her delicate sensibilities."

"You know she can't hear me. She hears only you - your voice and the tormented ramblings of her own mind."


The Dance

     Martial Arts: superior (rank 2)


Quickly afterwards, Portitia begins ballroom instruction. The woman's strength pays off and she or he becomes a famous ballerina. Within the meantime, however, the attention her parents possess - paid in order to the girl love of ballroom - pays off by means of the woman's determination to complete all the stuff the lady did not might like to do before, because now she could dancing all she wants inside ballet class plus recitals.


"You only keep her to mock me," asserted Mara. "As soon as your amusement ends you will take her like the others."

Rasmus sipped his wine and watched Portitia practice her demi-plies. "You wound me, mon coeur. The idea that I would derive happiness from your displeasure is ... disheartening."

"Why keep her then?"

"Because my dear, our Portitia is a rare and gentle flower. The Secret Dance is known to so few - who are we to halt its expression?"


The Book

     Acrobat: superior (rank 2)


To be sure, using the feedback that have been produced about the demure sexism right here. Portitia is offered as somebody who is simply too fast and also too nimble for the guys about the play ground, however later on within The Book - once she has become just what your woman wants - she will be called letting the kids get her, all things considered. It is jarring. Be aware within an or else flawlessly captivating e-book.


"The Secret Dance," spat Mara, "clumsy movements and parlour tricks."

"You mock the Dance because you do not understand, my love," cooed Rasmus, "you have only seen what it can do through our precious little dove here. I have seen the Dance in the hands of a Master. It is beautiful. Unstoppable."

"You keep her because you fear him. You fear him returning."

"Of course I fear him," said Rasmus dryly, gently stroking the dark feathers of the raven perched upon his knee, "as will you."


The Meaning

     Polymorph: superior (rank 2)

  • Area Affect


Specific talk about has to be made from Dr. Craig's in depth, captivating images. The lady doesn't totally anthropomorphize a button characters - they tend to be obviously little animals, along with structurally correct braches and shaking whiskers - but Craig by some means manages to humanize them and make them entirely winsome as well as dear. All over a really great guide for your ambitious ballerina!


"And what if I do kill her?" asked Mara pointedly, "have I not served you well in your dark purpose? Have I not proven my love? Surely you owe me this?"

"I owe you that and more, my darling huntress," said Rasmus, "but I know that you will do her no harm."

"And why is that?"

Rasmus stood and walked towards Mara. Lovingly, he lifted her gaze with the gentle leading of his hand. "Because, mon coeur, even you cannot resist the Dance." He smiled and kissed her, knowing that behind her proud, defiant eyes Mara saw only the twisted, malformed abominations that Portitia had created. He could taste the fear on her lips.

Mara didn't understand The Book any more than she did The Dance. Genius was hidden in the folds of Portitia's madness, waiting to be made smooth. Only Rasmus understood this . Only Rasmus could control it.