「THE DIVA 」
35+ • ROGUE • OPEN - APPLY!
ABOUT:
You were a star, blazing bright; you’ve always known it. So did anyone who heard you sing - anyone of taste, that is. Not for mere barroom shanties or snappy cabaret hits, either. No; yours was a sound that demanded, deserved, the cavernous acoustics and ecstatic challenges of the opera. Even untrained, raw, your voice was so powerful and pure as to stir the clouds themselves, to summon sunlight, to break the hearts of anything with a soul to carry. You were discovered quickly, once you made your way to Paris. Naturally. Everything was going to plan. Of course, it helped that you were as lovely to look at as you were to hear - that pretty face got you through many doors, you know, and you primped and preened with that in mind, aware of your assets. They had so much further to take you, after all.
Soon enough - well, almost, you’ve never been patient - you were gracing the Palais Garnier with your ethereal music, quickening hearts and bathing in the adoration of your patrons. It would be awfully humble to pretend you were any less than the darling of the opera world. But you’ve never been humble, either. And why should you be? You’re the best, beyond compare.
Or, at least, you were. Time can be cruel to those who live under the glare of the spotlights; almost as cruel as the scrutiny of those crass little critics out there, with nothing better to do than pick and poke. How dare they? How dare your managers? How dare that young, impudent girl presume to replace you, the primadonna? How dare your public set their eyes on this shiny new trinket, casting you aside? If you wanted to preserve your rightful place, you’d have to be as cutthroat as your industry… literally. Such a shame, what happened to that precious little prodigy. But fate can be cruel. Just like you.
CONNECTIONS:
The Cinephile: You were childhood friends, once upon a time, before either of you knew the taste of stardom. Now that they've returned to Paris, and you to your throne, you're eager to renew your ties. Surely, they must have some delightful tales to tell, all the way from Hollywood! As for you, well... they don't need to know every nasty detail, do they?
The Austere: Where have they been? You still recall nights of decadent revelry by their side, at their expense, but. They've vanished altogether, it seems! People like that, like you, don't simply disappear. Though... you thought you saw them the other day, in the unlikeliest of places. Could it be?
The Crooner: You don't have time for wannabes. What do they take you for? Their attentions aren't attached to enough pearls, roses, or money for you to be flattered. Shoo!
Possible faceclaims: Michelle Yeoh, Viola Davis, Helen McCrory, suggest more!
The Diva is open.