The Perfectionist

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Current Name
Marsha Lester

Current Occupation
High School Student

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For the Director Only!

 


Overview

So many are afraid of the fall that they'd live in the shadow of mediocrity rather than soar for the burning light. Not me. I'll either become the shining paragon, dragging others in to the glow where they can reach their potential, or become a smoldering husk as willing sacrifice to my endless hunger for the ideal.


Nothing is ever good enough, and no one is perfect. It drives you crazy. The perfect isn't the enemy of the good, it's superior to it. Always expect more of yourself and others.


Current Role

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Previous Roles

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Previous Incarnations

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The Perfectionist (1)

Perfection can be a blessing or a curse: the fire and determination which makes a celebrity incandescent, or an OCD basket case with a history of self harm and eating disorders. However she manifests in the story, she's better than you. She HAS to be. And she expects others to be better, too. Not perfect -- that's her wheelhouse in which she either survives or crumbles. But as she expects (or yearns for) perfection of self, she also expects it of others. Get ready for a force of nature. She's not going to let you be less than you CAN be... or die trying.

Roles

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Valerity (Isle of Dread)

Valerity. Like Cher, Madonna, or Prince. You only need one name, and everybody knows it. You aren't the girl that grew up poor down South, sounded like a hick, and sang hymns on Sundays. She could never have afforded Louis Vuitton's or had a personal stylist. Valerity can and does. Your voice is golden, with a range few in music can match. Your songs always top the charts, your concerts always sell out, and you go to all the best parties. You're a star, THE star, and you're never going back.

It took a LOT to get you to agree to do this festival. You hate nature, hate bugs, and can't go a day without espresso. The Wellsons got the Starbucks sponsorship just for you. They threw money at you, wined and dined you, and even agreed to make you the headliner ahead of current super-band Slaying Dragons and rock legend Arthur McShane. As they should have. Having friends among the attendees - some of your richest fans - helps, too. You own this show.

Style

Sia and Bjork. Tori Amos and Amanda Palmer. Combine influences, mix well. This is the girl who brought melancholic, melodic, and lyrical mainstream without tarnishing its brilliance. Her concerts are an eldritch combination of ballet and cirque du soleil, strange shadows and stranger light. The music and the movement switch from graceful arcs to violent clashes of bodies and countermelody. She's never twice the same, and not easily forgotten.

Songs

(OOC Note: Back at the beginning of the story, I cobbled together a bunch of lyrics from RL artists (with apologies to them, since I did it so fast I can't remember who they are) by Googling something like 'awesome obscure lyrics,' mixed and matched some lines and verses, added some new ones to make them 'Valerity.' Believe it or not, the bits about the jungle, the pyres, being trapped on the island, etc. already existed in the lyrics I appropriated. I was really delighted how they ended up as both songs and premonitions, so I wanted to include them here. In spam form. Enjoy!)

Another Day

I feel it all around
I feel it in my bones
My life is on the line
I'm far away from home

When I step out the door
The jungle is alive
I don't trust my ears
I won't trust my eyes

It's just another day
There's murder in the air

It's just another day
Where people cling to light
To drive away the fear
That comes with every night

It's just another day
When people wake from dreams
With voices in their ears
That will not go away

And I'm dreaming again
Of life underground
Where it doesn't ever move
It doesn't make a sound

There's no morning
There's no night
There are no stars
And it's all ours

It's just another day


Let Go

Watch the sleeping sun
Watch the world come undone
Are you ever done living
Resurrection on the run

Are you crawling still
Dragging your broken will
Do your tears mean
The world is dying

Have you learned to let go
Let go
Just let go
Hush, no more crying

Leave everything behind
Goodbye for this lifetime

Try to pretend this time
You'll be the same
You'll remember your name
Keep it close, keep it near

Have you learned to let go
Let go
Just let go
There are other worlds to fear

Have you learned to let go
Just let go


Cloud Connected

In field of cornflowers
I'm gonna work it out
I'm gonna meet the clouds
But you want control

Gonna tell the people
Til their hearts are breaking
I'm too small to meet the clouds
And you like the control

People like you
You live in a dark world
You despise the outside
And you fear the next one

There's just one question
Should I kill or stay forever
Or is this the hour
I bring it down

Sometimes I look back
With every glimpse you fade
I learned I could fly when least expected
Cloud connected

Don't cross the line
Don't remember my name
Time's running backwards
And we're headed that way

I never look back
With every breath you fade
I learned I could fly when you least expected
Cloud connected

You never dreamed or expected
Cloud connected


Crystal

You look fragile
Like I was fragile
And the fragile can't endure
The static of this world

Suffer no chains
And ascend
Never look backward again
All you leave behind will live til the end
And the end is coming

When they too learn to fly
They'll find you again

We're marooned on this small island
In an endless sea
Confined to the land
Unable to escape

The bass is strong enough
To rock civilization

You look fragile
Like I was fragile
Crystal's born to shatter
Gather up your shards

You look fragile
Like I was fragile
Shards are born to cut
So draw yourself some blood

Throw yourself on the pyre
Ascend
Never look backward again
All you leave behind is destined to end
The end never comes

Learn to disappear
They'll never find you again

We're marooned on this small island
In an endless sea
Confined to the sand
Unable to escape

The bass is strong enough
To rock civilization

The bass is strong enough
To make crystal sing


Coffins

Crumbling walls
And whispers in the halls
Have you felt the apprehension?
Don't waste your time on coffins today

Soon we'll decline
The confines of our mind
Have you felt the old wood groaning?
Don't waste your time on coffins today

Don't you see the bodies burning
Desolate and full of yearning
Behind the walls

Soon we'll decline
The confines of our mind

Don't you see the bodies burning
Desolate and full of yearning
Behind the walls

Soon we'll decline
The confines of our mind
When each one of us falls

Don't waste your time on coffins today


Lazarus
By Porcupine Tree
(Even divas sometimes love a song enough to cover it.)

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head
Breaks the analogue and says

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul

I survived against the will
Of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world
The silence broke and said

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul

My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul

Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul

Come to us Lazarus
It's time for you to go

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Wynne (Alien Mutation)

The latest model of Synthetic from Weyland-Yutani, they call you a 'Public Relations Officer', but what you really are is a crisis management platform. Your programming, above all else, is to keep messes contained. Never let The Company look bad. You can be charming and fun when such a presence is needed, but behind closed doors you are meticulous, ruthless and unflinching. Order 937 is paramount, and no one is exempt.