story.
Well... I haven't a clue where to begin, really. Birth is a good place, isn't it?
I've no idea where I was born. When I was eight months old, my parents abandoned me in the Haunted Woods. Maybe they didn't want a child. Maybe they didn't want a girl. I didn't die- isn't that silly to say? I mean, obviously, I'm standing right here... oh well. I got picked up by the Dona Chijionne, the owner and manager of the acting troupe Canticum Syrma.
She took me in and I became a bit player and playwright for the troupe. This is going to sound like bragging, but I wrote our most popular play, One Week, about how Dizlijan joined our troupe. But I'm ahead of myself.
It was a good childhood, if a bit off. I helped with masks and helping actresses and actors with their lines. Chijionne taught me to read and act a bit. I was taught here and there by actors and actresses with time off. My education has a few holes, but it's served me well.
So... a very nice, but repetive life. The caravan is the only home I can ever envision, now and in the future. It's the one thing I call home.
And then, when I was barely a mature Ruki, I got Doldrums.
We don't exactly know how, just that I got it. If you don't know, Doldrums is a disease that afflicts the victim with an intense, burning desire to stay in the dark, and a mental refusal to go into the light. This is often attributed to the fact that it causes serious discomfort. The remedy, Mushroom Ointment, is priced at upwards of twenty-six thousand neopoints. At the time I got Doldrums, Canticum Syrma was not doing so well. I would just have to wait it out and battle Doldrums until we got enough money and found a merchant with it.
It only took a week to get enough money, but it felt like a life-time. I began to hide in dark corners quite unconciously. I took to hiding in my room, the lights low, my fever high, and strange thoughts running through my head- no, nothing horrible or nasty, but sincerely strange. I can't remember any of my thoughts during that week. Chijionne said I kept repeating a poem... The Walrus and The Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll. Obviously demental.
When we finally got the ointment, I smeared it all over my face and threw open my door to face the sun. It burnt. I was not as I was before, all pearl white and smooth. I was crusty and sickly yellow. The effects have never entirely faded, and we keep Mushroom Ointment in the medical bag in cause of a relapse.
The silliest thing of all is that now, I'm afraid of the dark. That's why I've got this necklace. It's a good cheap bauble, but does its duty well enough.
Now, I still play in the troupe. I could never really leave Chijionne- she's getting in on the years, and she needs someone to help manage Canticum Syrma. That's my excuse, anyways. I don't think I could leave the caravan even if I wanted to...
family.
Chijionne, of course. And, I must admit, Dizlijan has wormed his way into my heart.
friends.
...well, I haven't got many friends. We don't stay in one place long enough, and actors and actresses come and go...
[If your pet is interested in role-playing with Vinnoire, drop me a line at wolfwoods_widow or eralk_fang.]
petpet.
My petpet, Menyhért the Snicklebeast. We got him at Year 5's Advent Calendar. Menyhért is Hungarian for royal light. It might sound a little immature, but Menyhért is like my second nightlight. I bought a copy of my necklace, shortened the necklace, and tied it to his right horn. He's a very affectionate little fellow, and if I don't make him sleep at the foot of my bed, I'll find him curled up on my head. It's a bit confusing, really, since he's all furry and so warm, and I'm an insect.
likes and dislikes.
likes.
dislikes.
 
legalese.
Vinnoire and Canticum Syrma are copyright C. McBride [wolfwoods_widow, eralkfang, eralk_fang, black_feather_eyes].
Rukis are copyright Neopets.com.
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