Dark eyes narrow
beneath her curls
All ribbons and lace,
perfect as a shop-fresh doll save for a few unruly curls escaping her braids
Celia grows up in a
series of theatres. Most of them in New York
Sixteen year old
daughter
After months of it
she is exhausted from the travel and the strain and the fact that her father
barely lets her eat, as he claims looking like a waif makes her seem more
convincing
Survived by a
daughter of seventeen years of age, a Miss Celia Bowen
“I am already
married” she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that
covers an old distinctive scar
She has no trunk, no
cape, no birdcage or cane. She is dressed in a deep-green gown with a black
puffed-sleeve jacket buttoned over it. A pile of brown curls is pinned neatly
upon her head under a tiny and feathered but otherwise unremarkable black hat
“I am an illusionist,
sir” the young girl says. Her voice is calm and low “I am here for your
auditions”
Her Green gown is
both sleeveless and strapless, leaving her shoulders and arms completely bare
save for a long silver chain with what appears to be a silver locket around her
neck
Creeping Black fade
into snow-bright white at the bottom of the skirt
Celia shakes her head
and her brown curls deepen in hue to a near black as glossy and ebony as the
wings of her raven
Puffed sleeve Black
jacket
“she’s perfect”
Chandresh remarks, pulling a cigar from his pocket. “Absolutely perfect”
The eyes the
loveliness – the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against her skin
Hired clothing from Hepwright's...
Victorian style dress from the 1970's
Black and White theme. Victorian style shirt from 1970's
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