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ABILITIES
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Powers
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(Note: ThisWaltz is a non-human creature of some sort, likely reptilian)
-Perfect memory Says: "I'll never forget you, you know" |
Skills
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Can speak
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Attributes
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-Eats already-dead doves
"There's a tree where the doves go to die" "Its very own breath of... death" -Drinks brandy "Its very own breath of brandy" |
Vulnerabilities
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Age. Is old and injured.
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Formidability
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Minor, especially now that it is muzzled, injured, and dying in general
But still has memories that may prove dangerous |
Attractiveness
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Not at all attractive.
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Source
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Its memory may be a feature of its species
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POSSESSIONS
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Weapons
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None, but can cause damage with its jaws, now muzzled
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Amulets
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None
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Objects
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None
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Clothing
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A muzzle, a "clamp on its jaws"
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Vehicles
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None
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Dwelling
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-"A concert hall" whose lobby has "900 windows" and several other rooms:
-"The Gallery of Frost," an art-exhibition space with a wintry decor; possibly hosting smaller performances like poetry readings - A hallway with no benches - a living unit with a "chair" and a some outdated ("dead") magazines, a "bed" in a room whose window faces the Moon, - a "bar" frequented by mostly men, with a "blues" band so good no one speaks, just listens - an "attic where children are playing," lit by "Hungarian lanterns" - a pasture filled with "sheep" and "lillies" |
Milieu
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Vienna, Austria
Also, a "cave" at the tip of a landform that looks like a "lily" And a sometimes the shore: "Dragging its tail in the sea" |
BIOGRAPHY
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Gender
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Unknown (is only referred to as "it")
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Age
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Elderly; it has "been dying for years"
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Physique
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Has "jaws," a "broken waist," a "tail"
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Ethnicity
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An animal of some sort, likely reptilian
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Origin
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Likely "the sea"
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Ancestry
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Unknown
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Profession
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Pet
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Education
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Self-taught, but "never forgets"
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SES
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Very low
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Relationships
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An owner, possibly also the owner of the concert hall
-A singer (her "mouth had a thousand reviews") with a backup band/dance troupe consisting of "10 pretty women" -Death (cries on the monster's shoulder) |
Pets
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Is a pet itself
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PERSONALITY
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Morality
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Moral. Can choose which memories to divulge
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Intro/extrovert
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Introvert,
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Intelligence
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High
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Emotions
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Now? Misery, pain, loneliness.
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Sanity
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Sane
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Enemies
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Its owner, really, who keeps it muzzled and doesn't let it hunt
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Catalyst
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Other Notes
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The Paris Opera may have a phantom in its underbelly, but there is a Viennese concert hall with a genuine monster in its basement.
Whatever the creature's name was initially, it sounded enough like "ThisWaltz" for that to be its name at this point (Beelzebub, for instance, was originally the two words "Ba'al Zevuv," literally "Master (or Lord) of Flies."). On the one hand, it is too wounded to care for itself, so being a pet may keep it alive. On the other, it does nothing but wait for the release of death, pining for the freedom it once knew. While a monster, it is a tragic figure. It drinks brandy to numb the pain of its shattered hipbone, which leave it quite lame. And since it can't hunt, the owner traps doves in a tree covered in birdlime and birdseed-bait; once they die, he feeds them to his pet. Its owner also owns the concert hall itself; he was a violinist who predicted more money (and less travel) in owning a hall than in sawing away at his instrument. His gargantuan edifice has an art gallery with a small performance space, a bar with its own bandstand, an attic for storing old costumes and props, the owner's living quarters, a pasture with sheep (supplying food, drink, and cloth), aside from its main feature, the auditorium. It was there he heard, and fell in love with, one of the performers, a singer. So enamored is he that he wants to gift her his prize possession, his pet talking monster. It was brought to the hall as part of a circus, but when he saw its wounded state, he took pity on it and bought it from its trainer, to let it live out its days in hospice. Its muzzle may be to prevent it both from hurting others with its teeth... and its secrets. It has been around the world for ages with the traveling circus, and even seems to know Death personally. What is unknown is the singer's response to all this. Her choice seems to be to stay, marry this man-- who loves her, but whose vocabulary is by turns morose and raunchy-- and help him care for his languishing dinosaur... or, you know, to not. She can just leave and continue her singing career. |
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