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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Real Name: Dione Danielle Castel
Nicknames/Aliases: Deedee
Species: Metahuman (Medium)
Gender: Female
Age: 27 years
Physical Description: 5'8", 135 pounds. Gray-white eyes. Long brown naturally curly hair. Dione is a very pretty girl, despite the fact that she has some lingering marks left behind by the accident and subsequent explosion that killed her twin. Physically she's not very athletic, though she doesn't seem to have given over into becoming chunky despite the hours that she has spent sitting on a piano bench practicing. Her personal style is mostly given to button up shirts and jeans. Not exactly the most coherent fashion statement, but it isn't as if she's worried too much about what she looks like, she'll never see her own face or body ever again.
Unique Features: Gray-white eyes. Tiny facial scars from the explosion.
Date of Birth: June 23, 1980
Birth Location: Atlanta, GA
Blood Family: All Deceased.
Adoptive Family: None at the moment.
Residence: Water Bungalow
Residing With: No One
Profession(s) Held: Pianist for Atlanta Symphony Orchestra.
Physical Strengths: Dione possesses above average dexterity in her hands thanks to the constant piano practice. Capable of working in total darkness.
Physical Weaknesses: Diagnosed as medically blind.
Magical Abilities: Mediums have an innate ability to hear/see/interact with spirits. Dione's abilities are untaught and it seems the only ghost that she hears with any real clarity is that of her twin brother, Dexter.
Personal Skills & Training: Concert-level piano skills, speaks fluent French.
Personal Weaknesses: Independent to the point of stubbornness. Has to discuss all the major decisions in her life with her twin brother, Dexter.
Personality: Dione is a lost twin. For most of her life, she has been the younger, quieter, more protected of a pair. Now, she's alone and that has caused some peculiar shifts to occur in her personality. She has an extremely hard time making a show of herself, despite the fact that she is an entertainer. Dione seems to blush a great deal, always embarrassed or nervous. Previously, Dex would have deflected the attention as a way of protecting her, now she reacts by withdrawing further or by having a near-violent outburst. Her dealings with others are generally kept to the point and short. Her disability, which is comparatively new, has changed her definition of the world. She sees herself as something that was not worth saving, a depression she tries to keep to herself. However, it does come out occasionally. Though she has learned a few things about her powers, she is almost completely untrained thanks to a generalized fear of what she's possibly capable of.
History: Born the second of a pair of twins, Dione Danielle Castel was the quiet one. Her brother Dexter Daniel Castel was the personable one. Their parents, who had thought they would never have children, had been ecstatic to have two healthy children. They were even happier when it became clear that the children were musically inclined. After all, music and sports, those were the options for those in poverty to see a better day. Each was a passable student, but where they shone was at the piano and saxophone. Each could play both instruments, though they had their obvious favorites. Perhaps the strangest thing that they did was when one would be looking at the music and the other playing the song perfectly on either instrument. It was heralded as conclusive proof of the concept of twin telepathy. At the age of seven, the two weren't thinking about that. They were thinking about playing instruments and making their parents happy.

Life was normal for a family of four. Mother worked. Father worked. The children went to school and did what they could to help around the house. Add in the daily practices in attempts to nurture the talent that the children possessed and that was the life that the Castel family led. Simple enough. Both Dione and Dexter failed to mention the strange shudderings on the edge of their vision and whispered voices they could hear at times. They would just share a glance of 'did you see that?' and kept their mouths shut. Dione cried about it at times. Dex lied about upsetting her to keep down the questions. He always protected her.

At 16, the twins auditioned for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. Both of them were accepted on a provisional basis and began to practice with the Orchestra, assured that they would have positions once they were old enough to truly take part on their own terms.

Together they graduated, 17 years old, just like twins should. At 18, Dexter was killed. Dione was spared, in her words by a sick and twisted god, but did not escape unscathed. She was sprayed with glass when the shop window exploded inward. It went across her face and damaged her eyes to the point where all she could see were distorted shadows of shapes. That did not keep her from crawling to her twin and holding his hand as his heart slowed and finally stopped. What she hadn't been able to see was the wound in his throat. They had traded seats because she didn't like to sit with her back to the window. If she had been in his seat, she'd have been the one to die.

After that, she went into surgery to try and fix what had been destroyed. Her vision was simply something the medical community could not restore. Lying in the hospital, she had seen Dex and spoke to him on several occasions. No one believed her. Dexter wasn't dead. He was right there with her. He told her that she had to keep living and he'd be there to protect her, just like always. He was there when she cried about surviving when he didn't. No one believed her.

Pandora came and her parents were swept away in its wake, leaving her to survive on her own. Blinded and alone, Dione was surprised to find herself untouched as others around her died in scores. The girl hardly could have known that the same ability that let her see her deceased sibling was protecting her life from the virus that cut wide swathes through the human population. Once again, she had been spared. Though she spent some time trying to find others like herself, Dione seemed content to follow the directive that she was given by her brother, which was to wait. That help was coming, but she was going to have to wait for it. In the meantime, he helped her to get along, seeing what she could not. The day help came, she was sitting in what had once been a high school playing on the piano that had been abandoned there. She didn't know their names, but Dexter said they were the ones he had told her about and she trusted him. The group was moving on to a new place, a safe place, she found out traveling with them. Somewhere that was still clean and she could learn to live without the feeling so disconnected from everything.

So Dione and Dexter came to Elysium, an utopia that neither of them understood because magic was just the stuff of children's fairy tales.
OTHER INFORMATION
Character's Journal Name: audiomorbid : audiomorbid
Name of Character's PB: Kim Smith
Photo of Character's PB: http://www.wallpapergate.com/data/media/116/Kim_Smith_004.jpg

PLAYER INFORMATION
Name/Nickname: Palace
Age: 26
AIM Screenname (If Any): None
Other Messenger Name & Service (If Any): None
E-mail: plcofnsanty@hotmail.com
Sample 3rd Person Entry: Dione was counting keys, not pressing on the keys of the piano, but simply counting them. White keys. Then black keys. Finally all the keys. A form of hypnosis one of her teachers had told her. You hypnotize yourself until you and the piano swallow existence. No matter what happens after that, you won't know. All that will be is you, the keys, and the music floating between you. Part of her wondered if he was still alive. That was the part that didn't want to accept that he was dead, just like everyone else that she had never known or perhaps even heard of.

The ATL was empty. A major city that had seen its heyday come and go. Gone with the Wind was all too appropriate for that thought. Tara had been blasted to dust. Scarlet and Rhett weren't going to get their reunion. Just as well, Dione had never really liked that movie in the first place.

One. Two. Three. Four. Forget the world outside the door. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Bless the people made to wait. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve is the bringer of the end. That rhyme was wrong. Off beat at the end, sung off key, too many beats or too few no matter how you turned it on your tongue.

If you don't start practicing soon, you'll run out of time. Dexter was sitting on the bench next to her, she could almost feel his warmth against the bare skin of her arm. They'll come soon. She slowly ran her fingers through the beginning of the Minute Waltz. There is no one there, her mother would say that if she wasn't among those who would never hear another note except the music of the spheres. Except mother was among that group and only she and Dex were left. Someone was coming to take her away from this dead and empty place. Dexter protected her; of course, he would know if rescue was coming.

"I'll be done before they get here," a ghost of a smile played across her lips as she started counting again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Forget the world outside the door.