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M. Dietrich

A beautiful woman who reflects no color, she looks like she stepped off a movie reel from the fifties, and she may very well have.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tawanos

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M reflects no color, though she can perceive it just fine. Her clothes are always grey scale as well as is anything she can lift and carry, though once it leaves her person the colors return to whatever it may be. She moves like a normal person, but when she gets agitated or angry there is an odd effect around her, as if frames on a movie reel are skipping, and burn blotches appear. Though once she is calm again they disappear just as quickly.

She has a sculpted face, sharp cheek bones and dark lips that seldom smile, but when they do her entire face seems to glow. Her eyes, though often half lidded are never sleepy, and are always enticing and shaded. Her curly hair looks like platinum, reflecting the light that it catches with a faint glimmer.

Her proportions are ideal, and she has a tendency to wear clothes that accentuate but do not flaunt this fact. White dresses that hug her figure, drawing eyes along her bosom and down to her slender waist and lovely hips. Few men could take their eyes off her legs when she walked and her dresses were always cut to give a glimpse without giving too much away. Though when she spoke, thoughts of her body became secondary to her purr.

Her voice has an unmistakable German accent, a natural purr in her voice draws listeners closer. When she sings she takes their breath away. It is when she sings that she seems to come to life the most and she always smile. Even when she sings her most sad songs, she bares a melancholy smile that has broken hearts and made the strong cry.

Personality

M is a down to earth woman who seeks to make new experiences for herself. After so many years, decades, of doing the same thing over and over, she can't wait to try new things. But she knows that the one thing she does best is and always will be sing.

She has a gentle pace to her that makes her a bit slow in a fast moving world. But she reacts well, bouncing back quickly. She seldom gets upset or angry, but when she does it is a sight to behold.

She has seen to much in some respects that her curiosity about new things has been shunted, but she is growing to discover that her curiosity isn't as dead as she thought though atrophied, it is showing signs of life and recovery.

History

A mysterious woman in black and white. Perhaps she is someone a few recognize, but no, it couldn't be... could it?

She does not share her history, and asks those who may have an idea not to share. It is her secret after all.

So begins...

M. Dietrich's Story

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M. Dietrich took up her wine and shook her head. "No it isn't. You get some 'skag' in your veins and you'll be too blasted out of your mind to think anything of the sort. You'll turn into a vegetable, and soon after that, a corpse." She didn't feel like being gentle with this girl. She wanted to act like she had been dragged through life, well she had no idea. "As for what I am, that's my business, but I'm as real as you." She reached over and knocked hard on the bar's counter near the girl's head to emphasize the point that she was not a hallucination.

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"It is hard to free someone with chains on their soul," she sounded sad now as she looked at the girl. "That bright potential that everyone has isn't just being smothered by the drugs, you're trampling on it also. You could be someone, anyone, bu you blitz your brain with lies and stomp on your own hope." She looked at her dark wine for a long moment. "Where is your violin?" She did not look up to address the girl now.

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M. Dietrich stepped through the front door with the light swish of a silken gown. The white of the dress was pure and the weaving pattern of glittering feathers or perhaps wind accentuated its perfect absence of color without ever catching a colored reflection of its own. The dress hugged her figure and accentuated her natural and perfect curves. The woman herself had high cheek bones which brought attention to her lovely bedroom eyes which had seduced many before she had ever spoken. Her lips were full and beautiful, though the lipstick was almost black, a stark contrast to the dress until one realized that she has no color to her face either, even her eyes are devoid of color, but not life.
She swept into the room and as she did a band slowly faded into view on the small stage and light jazz classic style from the early 30s slowly filled the air. It was clear that the players were there, and they also lacked color, but they lacked the clarity of the woman in the white dress.

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M. Dietrich noted the two in the bar who seemed to be sharing an almost intimate moment. She smiled a little and made her way over to the bar. "Orvieto, if you would be so kind." Her voice a touch deeper than one might expect with an central European accent, probably German. She hummed a little as she took a menu in a gloved hand and opened it. The menu seemed to fade somewhat as color drained out of it at her touch. She didn't seem to notice however as she ran a finger down the list. "And the Angle hair pasta with clam sauce sounds lovely." She set the menu down and reached into the back of one of her long gloves and pulled out a long white cigarette holder. She produced a cigarette which she placed in the end and then from somewhere inexplicable a silver lighter appears in her hand and she flicks it easily and a silver flame appeared, almost invisible, though she used it easily to light her cigarette and then it disappeared again as easily as it had appeared.

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M. Dietrich didn't immediately respond though she did cast her eyes down and smile a small pleased smile. She slowly turned and cast her storm grey eyes to Grace and spoke with her lightly breathy tone, a distinctive purr that had lost many their hearts to her. "Why thank you." She looked over the woman slowly, not merely assessing but appreciating. "You are very beautiful, ravishing even," she had a slight roll to her Rs that pursed her lips just so. She placed the end of her cigarette holder against those perfect lips and took a slowly puff before exhaling a long stream of silver smoke which almost seemed to glisten in the air before dispersing without leaving a scent.

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M started with a small smile as she thought about it but the smile grew slowly until she almost seemed to glow with an inner light. "I always like what I see, because I can see it. If perhaps you are asking if I enjoy gazing upon your personal presentation?" She nodded slowly, though her eyes never left Grace's. "I most certainly do." She set her cigarette holder aside against an ash tray as her wine was served. "But please, don't let me keep you. Your paramore grows restless, and it would be rude of me to keep you away from one another. I am quite content to be here with the music and a little wine. Perhaps I will sing later if anyone else comes. I do hate to sing without an audience." Her voice a soft, but there is an almost lyrical quality to it that may indicate a singer of some skill.

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M. Dietrich watched the two go with a smile. "Oh to be young again," she laughed softly and picked up her white wine, the delicate color of sun faded from the liquid in the glass as she sipped it. Closing her eyes and letting the sounds of the soft jazz fill the room. Light and airy it was perfect for her mood as she wasn't sure which direction to go. Several possibilities existed for her now, one more now than before, but it weighted no more heavily on her than the others. But she was in no rush to pick one and there was no urgency. So, for the moment she would drift, and enjoy fine food and if she could find it, some fine company. And though she had certainly appreciated the woman with the lavender hair she was not what she was looking for, at the moment, though there was a good chance that would change at a later date.

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M. Dietrich got her pasta with clam sauce and ate it delicately. She hummed to herself in appreciation of the chef's skill and how well it went with her wine. She noted with pleasure a certain upbeat theme take hold in the jazz band's music. The players were always sensitive to her moods as they appeared when she desired them.

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M. Dietrich finished her delightful meal and took up the last of her wine and made her way over towards the musicians on the stage. "Noe boys, no more of this frivolous larking about." She purred at them and they seemed to straighten and their forms became more coherent and defined. "Better, now, lets have some Brubeck, shall we? Take Five, from the top, build from there." She smiled as they nodded or replied with a straight 'Yes ma'am.' They started to play and she began to sway to the music, taking a gentle drag on her cigarette and exhaling her scentless smoke that seemed to waft in time with the music until it gradually faded.

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Standing behind the shining counter with a faraway look in the scabs of her eyes, the woman raven haired woman rubbed vigorously at a crystal wine glass. There was far too much on her mind, more than had been occupying the space in almost centuries it would seem, or was it really? She couldn't tell and she didn't care despite that fact that she did. About everything.

Where was Casren when all things went to Hell as they were? Despite the jazz eloquently drifting through her establishment, Daemala was worried senseless. She knew outside was more high water. Verinotte Hollow had come under recent acts of terror, by whom nobody could figure out yet. Despite the implementing of a gang-a gang!-chaos was at an all time high. She sighed, you just couldn't have a safe haven these days. Anywhere, it seemed, for anyone. Who was it in here the other day, seeking an evil necromancer? What was going on in Wing City, zomborgs? All over the news.

"...No idea what they could possibly be in these parts for, but I'll thank the night they were around.." She stopped listening after a minute to the soldier recount what happened not ten minutes ago outside. Accursed being secured here! She rubbed at the glass harder, faraway look turning forlorn. And then there was Zosimos, on her hair like a little lick of lice! Glancing at the smoke trail, Daemala sighed and resigned cleaning the glass. Lead by the hip, she found herself aside to the starlet guest, toting a chilled glass of white wine.

"Goodevening," A close lipped smile, presenting the glass.

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M. Dietrich opened her eyes and that she had closed while swaying to the music. "Hmm? Oh, why thank you," she took the glass. "Sorry, I didn't notice you before. The music swept me away," she made a motion with her cigarette and some smoke spiraled off in the wake of her hand. She paused to look at the woman. "Oh my, you certainly seem troubled. What is the mater? Keep frowning like that and your lovely face might stick that way, and what a shame that would be." She smiles and reached out to rest fingers on the woman's arm just above her elbow.

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"Current events," Daemala said off hand, folding one arm into the other. She still wore a smile, but it was absent. "Mostly...." She swayed to the music once or twice, a laugh from some patrons in the corner caused her vision to stir. How could they be happy with everything going on? A question she never thought she'd find herself asking herself. Daemala always found fun, always.

"Dark thoughts, is all!" Emulating a sigh learned from her sire, Daemala Tauvyr smiled and fell into a slightly more jovial step. "Will you be honoring us with your voice this night?" The colorless woman was a somewhat common patron of the Tavern, with a croon which owned up to it's reputation around these parts. Some man had claimed her voice could soothe a rabid wolf once, but they said the same of M's beauty.

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M. Dietrich studied Daemala briefly and smiled and gave a little nod. "For you, I think I can hum a few numbers," she sipped her wine and tried to size up the woman's mood even as she asked, "Are there any songs or type you would like to hear? I don't think you're in quite the romantic mood." She gave a throaty chuckle and started to make her way towards the stage. The band finished their latest piece and waited, watching her, for a cue as to the song they should play.

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Romance, a thing almost dead to the woman. Her smile thinned for a moment. What would she like to hear? Sparing a glance around the tavern, Daemala gauged the ear of her clientele. Soldiers, townspersons. Dark beings, of course, not many dirty hands.

"Perhaps, oh," Daemala let an icy finger fall to her lips just short of cracking, "Something rainy."

Rainy? Did that term apply to music? Lifting her chin, but with a hesitant blink, Daemala smiled wider at M. "Don't you think?" Many of the patrons had settled in and around as M took the stage. An unscheduled performance such as this was a treat for many.

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Hmmm, rainy. Now that was something she didn't hear often as a request. She looked at the band and they looked at each other. The pianist turned to his intrument and lay his fingers on the keys and started to gently play. "Ah yes.. something that makes me feel good on a rainy day. Blues, and Black Coffee." She waited a few moments before she started to sing.

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As the woman began to sing Daemala moseyed her way back behind the bar. She dimmed the lights in passing, just enough to really set the mood. Conversation quieted among most of the patrons. Some even shushed the others over their wine, leaning to catch a better hear of the singer on stage.

Losing herself on the melody, Daemala poured herself a glass of the white wine and lounged on her elbows. There she idled, listening.

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M. Dietrich smiles a melancholy smile as she switches to another song, a normally male vocal takes on a somber purr. Falling Rain Blues seems to conjure images of a man trying to call back a lover that won't have him any more. And though M is the one singing she seems to take the position of the denier on stage. What could be an awkward juxtaposition looks beautiful and elogant as she sweeps her gaze around the room coaxing those around to share in the emotion of the moment.

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Nursing her glass of white wine, Daemala became entranced with M's performance. Really, such talent so local was a gift upon her establishment. A twinkle of applause made it's round as she transitioned from one song to another. Now, she was singing a song of love and denial. Heart-wrenching really. Transfixed, the woman forgot the glass of wine and watched the number progress. If she could have cried, a tear surely would have fallen. A few patrons stifled sniffles, there would be another round after this bit she was sure.

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M. Dietrich smiled a sad little thing, barely there for a moment. She bit her lip and reached up to dab at an eye. "Sorry... old memories." A waiver in her voice that is almost puzzling as it is rare. She started to say something but didn't, instead nodding to the band and they struck up with some jazz with the more blues feel to it, something rainy day indeed. She made her way off the stage and to the bar, walking up to Daemala. "I am sorry. The emotions from that song... I'm not used to feeling it like that since I came back." She nodded a goodbye and without a further word made her way to the door.

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M. Dietrich stepped into the tavern just as the music started. A band appeared on the stage, indistinct at first, but fading into view as if out of focus and the camera is adjusting. The band a simple jazz quartet. M is wearing a dazzling but simple dress in pure white with a feathered boa wrapped around her shoulders and down each arm. She hummed the tune the band was playing and gave them a nod, as one artist to another. As with her other appearances she lacks all color but remains a vibrant individual, even in gray scale. She walked over to the bar and ordered a rose wine and some fruit slices. She settled herself down as the band played some happy jazz.

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M. Dietrich stepped into the tavern just as the music started. A band appeared on the stage, indistinct at first, but fading into view as if out of focus and the camera is adjusting. The band a simple jazz quartet. M is wearing a dazzling but simple dress in pure white with a feathered boa wrapped around her shoulders and down each arm. She hummed the tune the band was playing and gave them a nod, as one artist to another. As with her other appearances she lacks all color but remains a vibrant individual, even in gray scale. She walked over to the bar and ordered a rose wine and some fruit slices. She settled herself down as the band played some happy jazz.

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Fabian pushed the door open with a flourish, the soles of his shoes were a little wet from stepping in a puddle, so each step he made squeaked a little. He cringed at the annoying sound and looked apologetically at a couple of patrons who glared at him for the obnoxious noise. It wasn't often he found himself in Verinotte Hollow, but since Gambit's had been closed he found himself wandering the city more, discovering places he otherwise wouldn't have known about. He sat down at the bar, casually taking a look at his phone (no messages) before ordering a beer. As he sipped it he took a look to his left and choked on his drink a little. Even for Fabian, who worked at the more strange end of the supernatural spectrum was still surprised to see someone who appeared entirely in black and white.
"Pardon me," he said to her, trying to be as polite as possible "but you seem to be... uh, grey?"

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"Oh, I assure you I'm in quite a happy mood. Nothing to be gray about here." She smiled at the man, her voice a throaty purr with a thick German edge that took nothing away from her diction. "But please, if you're going to drink here, then try the wine, they have an excellent selection of liquors if that is not to your taste." She picked up her rose wine, though as she did the color faded away to be the same gray scale. As she drew up a morsel of fruit the same effect happened to it.

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"I'm... not much of a wine drinker." He said, transfixed by the stranger, who seemed unaware that she was completely devoid of colour. She wasn't like any of the ghosts Fabian had ever seen before, so he ruled that out. He became aware that he was staring and quickly looked away, becoming suddenly very interested in his beer. "I'm Fabian." he said, after a brief pause. "And you are?"

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M. Dietrich was aware of his attention as she was of her own peculiar coloration. But, she always had a strong sense of humor. "Oh, everyone here calls me M. It's a pleasure to meet you Fabian," she turned to him and held out a delicate hand. Her touch would be just like that of a normal human, even if her coloration was distinctly different. As she looked him over the jazz band took up a more mellow tone, smooth jazz filling the room, taking up a space just behind conversation in the ambiance of the tavern.