Mizumi Queen of Cups
Vivienne Arvin
Vivienne Arvin
User Name: Lethal_Joker
Character Name: Mizumi Queen of Cups
Aliases: Vivienne Arvin
True Love: I loved Jareth the Goblin King once. Now, I suppose I'm open for suggestions.
Enemies: What an odd thing to ask. Well I suppose being a fae there are thousands of immortals who are envious of me but none come to mind. What's that? Sarah? Don't be ridiculous. To give her that much importance would be like holding a rivalry with a cactus.
Likes: Well lets see... I suppose considering my origin I should mention rainy days, rivers, and water ways. I enjoy hikes through the forest, elegant jewelry, books or scrolls (Those little eReaders are amazing devices). As a benevolent monarch, I enjoy the love and attention of my subjects including my two daughters. Storybrooke has many interesting people but I enjoy Belle's company far better than anyone else's. Granted she doesn't seem to appreciate mine just yet. I find Archie's conversations very interesting and insightful. Once everyone is settled, I must remember to bring him a gift for all his help. I adore blackberries, spicy foods and having tea with Rumpelstiltskin, again, I don't think he is aware of my company. It might be the ablation speaking, but I find him most agreeable.
Dislikes: I've grown weary of the Labyrinth and have ended my visits. Although I can hardly consider her an enemy, I'm not fond of Sarah. Much in the same manner you would not be fond of a cockroach. I'm rather intolerant of being insulted or having my plans foiled. I've a vendetta against black licorice, cherry cordials, and oddly enough, broccoli. As of late I've also developed dislike towards peaches.
A little personal history: Ah so it's come to this... very well, I think everyone knows anyway. I was born and raised as a Noble Fae. From a very young age, the land of Morraine was set aside as my own domain. My young life was something filled with magic and splendor. I was beloved by all, and many sought my hand. It was then that I met Jareth.
Our courtship was one of never-ending adventure. We lived a hundred lifetimes in a hundred different worlds and as time passed, my love for him grew. I felt complete as if we were two halves of one soul. I wanted for nothing, I dreamt of nothing for I would be happy just to be by his side. I should have known something was wrong. Were it anyone else, I would have seen the obvious signs, but love had blinded me and I had bored him.
In the end, he built the Labyrinth and tasked me to find his heart so that he would love me. I was deceived for it was a quest I was never meant to complete. Yet, I would have stayed with him. Even if he had withheld his heart for all eternity, I would have remained ever by his side. But my usefulness had ended, and with it, what fickle love for me he had ever harbored. He cast me out into the Wildlands to live or die, he cared not.
I wandered aimlessly through many worlds those dark days, feeling as if I would die of heartbreak. I could not go home so torn and defeated. I could not look upon my kind's proud faces, nor could I bear the pain of living alone forevermore. Mortals think fae are unaccustomed to strife, yet they would be surprised the sort of agony and heartache we are capable of. I felt myself fading away and perhaps what was sadder still, I knew no one would notice my absence. I had no one to aid me, no one to spare a few words of comfort. Alone in the Wildlands I faced a choice: fade away to nonexistence, or claw out of the darkness and live.
I chose life and I tore out the pain from myself. With it, I formed two ablations: Hope and Regret. No more would I weep over what I had lost. No more would I hope for what could be. These two children would be my comfort. With them I would keep the empty nights at bay. Some say things were never the same in Morraine after that. The nights became colder. There were no balls, or dancing and very little joy in the land. Still, life was bearable, and that in and of itself was enough.
Years later Jareth came to Morraine as defeated and broken as I had been. I was apathetic to his plight, having long since severed connections to my heart. His request was simple, create an ablation with the single purpose of having it yield to his love. He craved he girl's dreams and their power. I remember feeling a prickle of annoyance. So far had Jareth fallen, he had not enough substance within him to create an ablation.
I gave him what he wanted. I stripped the human girl of her dreams and formed Moppet. Ah but I knew him well and just as he had toyed with me so too was the childish King deceived. I gave him her dreams but withheld Sarah's heart. She would awaken by the word of any manner of creature within the Labyrinth, but not by His. Jareth could pour his heart out to a stone for thirteen years if that is what he wished, but the ablation would never acknowledge him. If nothing else, Jareth would look upon the girl's face and know despair.
Eventually the compounded mess righted itself. Sarah was once again paraded through the Labyrinth and allowed to go on her merry way. As a truce, I was allowed to visit the Labyrinth on the days Sarah was not about. I would be lying if I didn't say each visit left me with an increasingly bitter taste in my mouth.
As of late, I've been allowing my Daughters to visit the Labyrinth on their own, while I seek other realms. Dreams continue to perplex me and I often seek answers within other, less complicated realms.
During one such excursion I found Belle. I recognized her immediately for I had watched her dreams with much interest. They were the source of one of Morraine's greater tributaries. I watched as even her pain increased the splendor of the Waters of Morraine.
We shared the same pain, Belle and I. I couldn't help but feel pity for her. She would not last very long on her own. Her dreams had such power, yet she was so frail. And so it was that I struck a deal with her. I would teach her to be strong, and she would teach me to dream.
I returned to Morraine feeling as though the open wound had finally begun to scar. That evening, and every night since, I've dreamt... of lands, forests, creatures, love... most of all Belle dreams of love. Her dreams taught me in those few nights what it had taken others centuries to discern: Kindness, empathy, patience, bravery, and what it was like to be loved...
I wanted that. I wanted to feel all those things myself. I wanted to be what Belle was to the Dark One. Then all at once the dreams stopped. Belle was gone and with her, those glorious nights. It was then I found out about the Curse...
Roleplay Sample: The land of Morraine, much like all other magical realms was fueled by dreams. Each drop of water within the millions of fountains, had its beginning within the nebulous depths of a dream. As of late, Mizumi had been increasingly interested in dreams, in fact, last night she had experienced another dream. This one was different than the rest. This one had felt as if it were the beginnings of one of her own. Alas. right in the middle of her first true dream, she was cut off from the ablation that was making this possible. Magic was afoot.
Belle's dreams were the source of many waters and while these had not dried up, there was a stillness to them that Mizumi did not like. The Queen of Cups visited the great cataracts that acted as portals between worlds and summoned a vision of the Dark Castle. A blur of colors met her gaze. The world had been torn apart and the very air was tainted by the colors of a curse. If alive and only cursed... where was dear Belle?
Her delicate hands unwound the fibers of the spell, its foulness was only surpassed by the skill with which it was woven. Soon the tangled web yielded and showed her the way.
"And what is this?" she mused as she peered into a world not unlike Sarah's.
It certainly was an interesting curse. Not death, not life, but a nightmarish limbo in between. Perhaps most painful was sweet Belle's fate. She watched as blue eyes stared out into the world empty and glazed over. Mizumi frowned. This would not do.
"Breathe. Live. Take the form readily given..." she whispered and cast a handful of droplets into the vision.
Within the small empty cell, Belle held a plastic cup of water and stared into its depths as if longing to drown within them. The water in the cup then rippled and sloshed on its own. It filled the cup to the brim and overflowed as if it were a fountain. Belle's gaze was listless even as the water spilled onto her lap.
Mizumi blew a kiss and a light formed in those empty blue eyes.
"Awaken, Isabelle..."
All at once she felt the waters of Morraine come to life. Her dreams were alive once again. She smirked as the connection between them was restored. No new dreams would be formed and none would be able to permeate through to Morraine, not while Belle was within curse. No matter.
"If dreams don't come to me, then I shall go to them," she held out her arms and her clothes rippled and changed to that of modern human garb. "Now what shall we play at today?"
She tapped her chin thoughtfully as the mist of the cataracts projected a vision of main street with its little shops and offices. She finally settled on an abandoned little corner and waved a hand over the vision. The building shifted color and decor. Atop the window there was a hand painted sign: Dreamweaver Gift Shoppe.
"This is turning out to be more amusing than I expected," she chuckled. Mizumi reasoned she needed a small holiday. Esker could take over some responsibilities as could Moulin and even Drumlin. After all, 28 years was such a short amount of time. It would be over all too quickly.
Without a second glance she stepped through the falls into Storybrooke...
