“ But how can I explain to them that I don’t want to be a stargazer, but a galaxy; not a poet, but a poem ”
N A M E - Scarlett Deveraux
G E N D E R - Female
A F F I L I A T I O N - Cirque Noire
O C C U P A T I O N - Fire performer & Stage manager
S P E C I E S - Faerie/Phoenix
AGE - 28/127
F C - Phoebe Tonkin
“LIKE STEPPING INTO A FAIRYTALE UNDER A CURTAIN OF STARS.” -
tw abuse, violence, gaslighting, murder, death
Her past is something of a mystery, wrapped in the darkest parts of her mind that Scarlett seldom dares to visit. There isn't much she can be certain of and what she is certain serves to break her heart further. She was a Fae infant stolen away by Anais Deveraux who spent the first twenty-odd years of Scarlett's life posing as her mother. For all Scarlett knew Anais was the only family she had and as Anais wanted it, Scarlett believed Anais was the only one to love her. Anais spent years conditioning Scarlett to believe her best efforts were not good enough. Leading her to believe that she needed to work herself into exhaustion to be worthy of anything. Years of emotional and mental abuse cumulated with gaslighting and physical abuse plagued Scarlett's young life.
Anais assured her it was only tough love. Scarlett would have done anything for a single fleeting moment of her believed mothers love, even if it was hell to get there. Scarlett rarely challenged her mother, fearing retribution, convinced that her mother was working in her best interest by imprisoning many of the circus performers. It wasn't until years later that Scarlett realized Anais had trapped her in a prison of her own. It lacked bars and locks, but like the others stuck under Anais's tyranny, Scarlett was stuck.
The years continued on, and while Scarlett often begged her mother for kindness and compassion. It became clear that Anais was slipping further into her devious corruption in the name of eternal power. It wasn't long after this realization took hold that Scarlett decided something needed to be done. With the help of Kat and a local coven who had been following Anais's crimes for years, they were able to overpower her.
Scarlett knew her mother would never rest - enough would never seem to be enough. At that moment, Scarlett gave Anais two options, life or death. Life would come with bound powers to ensure she could no longer hurt another living innocent- Anais chose death. It was Scarlett who delivered the ending blow. In the end, it was Scarlett who was pulled to mourn and to rejoice freedom in all of its complexities.
Over time the Cirus was able to rebuild - it wasn't without help and healing, but soon the circus became everything Scarlett had hoped it could be. It was a haven for those like her. The ones looking for freedom, family, purpose, home- those who needed to belong flocked to Cirque Noire and Scarlett welcomed them all with love. Over the next several years, Scarlett began to realize that everything Anais told her had been a lie. She was no witch, but a Faerie, a Phoenix as it would turn out.
Because of her Fae blood, Scarlett was hunted by some, becoming a target and being drained of her blood. It should have been the end for Scarlett, but she was born again from the fire that burned from the inside out. Scarlett is unsure of the limit of her abilities, rarely meeting other Fae and never meeting another Phoenix like her. Scarlett has spent the last several decades reclaiming her life, trying to uncover whatever she can stomach, and leave what is too painful hidden away. Over the years, Scarlett has taken new names, identities to continue to live unnoticed. Scarlett has yet to be able to shake the surname her once mother, her captor, and abuser gave her. Deveraux feels like her curse, and yet she can not let go of the only mother she ever knew.
“TO BE, RATHER THAN TO SEEM.” -
Scarlett is soft. Soft like roses with thorns that draw blood and like water that can hold up ships or sink them with one wave. She has always been this girl who held the uncertainty if she was ever a child at all. Or merely a wide-eyed woman with her ideals and romanticism. Things that keep her curious keep her longing and make her impossible to forget. It would be a mistake to confuse her kindness for weakness As she will give you all she has, except her will and the anger that lives quietly behind her passion and love.
” I CANNOT STOP DREAMING ABOUT YOU.“ -
Your maybe -
The Benefactor -Your closest confidant, your best friend, and first love. He has always been so much to you and meant so much more than you could imagine. When you took your mothers life and ended her tyranny it was Malaurie who you fell into. It was effortless to lean on him, to want him and need him. However, in your life, you’ve realized there are so many uncertainties- death, family, even what you are. You weren’t sure you could risk the uncertainty of him - even if that meant giving up on the certain passion. You remain close, how could you not?
Your lover -
The Arcane, you fall into bed with him as easily as you do dance. The physical is effortless- but the knowing seems to be a struggle. You enjoy his company, you enjoy nearly everything about him. Maybe it’s selfish due to him being another Faerie. Maybe your desire to know who you are and more so what exactly you are has you holding onto a ghost of a man who can never be all yours.
Your reluctance-
The Epicure - a warm presence that fills you like late afternoon sunshine on a humid summer day. They are the parent you didn’t know you needed, and the one who push away at every turn. How do you allow yourself to love a paternal figure when you took the life of the only mother you’ve ever known? You don’t feel deserving, and you can’t seem to just let what feels natural happens. They’re younger than you and yet you feel as if they carry more wisdom than you could ever possibly fathom.
The Amaranth (Phoebe Tonkin) is written by (Rey - she/her - est )
