Name: Mirande Essence: Tradition: CoE
Nature: Demeanor: Mentor:
--------------------------------- Attributes ---------------------------------
Strength: OO Charisma: OOOO Perception: OO
Dexterity: OO Manipulation: OOO Intelligence: OOO
Stamina: OO Appearance: OOO Wits: OOO
--------------------------------- Abilities ----------------------------------
Alertness: OO Drive: O Computer: OO
Athletics: Etiquette: Cosmology: OO
Awareness: OOO Firearms: O Culture: OO
Brawl: O Leadership: Enigmas:
Dodge: OO Mediation: Investigation:
Expression: OO Melee: Law: O
Intuition: OO Research: Linguistics: O
Intimidation: Stealth: Medicine:
Streetwise: OO Survival: O Occult:
Subterfuge: Technology: OO Science: O
---------------------------------- Spheres -----------------------------------
Correspondence: O Life: OO Prime: O
Entropy: Mind: Spirit:
Forces: Matter: O Time: OOO
-------------------------------- Backgrounds ---------------------------------
Arcane: OO Allies: Avatar: OOO
Destiny: OOO Dream: Familiar:
Influence: Library: Mentor:
Node: Resources: Sanctum:
Talisman:
----------------------------------- Other ------------------------------------
Arete: OOO
Willpower: OOOOO
Quintessence: OOOO
Paradox:
Finally, at the age of 13, Frederick was sent to Eton - which is exactly where the changes began. While he was confined in a neat haircut and stuffy shirt inside the school grounds, he looked out of the gates each day to see the long haired, free spirited hippies wafting past, accompanied by the sounds of The Doors, The Who and The Beatles.
Only months later, Frederick disappeared - he left his mother a loving, apologetic note, promising to stay in touch if she kept his whereabouts from his father. Despite these plans, the wonder of London in the sixties was too much and time became non-existant.. months passing like minutes, days passing like weeks. From one day to another he moved homes, staying with whoever would have him, often camping out in the park. He became well known and made many friends, working on and off on fashionable street market stands in Camden and Covent Garden, helping out with bands.. and quickly he fell into the music scene.
This was perhaps the second biggest turning point of his life. He noticed how much the manly, raucous musicians of the time loved their women.. and he didn't understand it. On further investigation, he noticed how the women got free drinks, free drugs, free love.. and got to look beautiful! This was a time of confusion for the boy, barely 16. As the likes of Marc Bolan, The Kinks, Lou Reed, Elton John and Queen emerged, preaching a different type of sexuality, Frederick (Or Stripe as he was now known, due to his way out hair) began to ease himself into place, wearing the glamourous velvet, lace and whatever other cloth he could find. It wasn't long until he was in full drag and a groupie to those musicians (A few famous, most of whom faded into the past and barely brushed the charts) who's preferences were similar to his. He made a beautiful woman!
Stripe metamorphosed into the striking, husky voiced, sequin clad Mirande DuVette and was invited to all the best parties, well in with the likes of wild British heroes such as Queen and the Stones.
It was in the seventies, as pop began to mourn for Joplin, Hendrix and Morrison that Mirande attended a quiet, dimly lit party. At this party, the air was slightly different, more ritualistic, beginning in a haze of incense and culminating in a mindless, drug-crazed orgy which Mirande remembers to this day only as flashbacks. From that day as well as becoming friends with a rather elusive, hedonistic crew (Fellow Cultists) Mirande changed, saw the beauty in the pursuit of pleasure and ecstacy as insight into truth, realism.
She (She was always she, dahling.. and passed herself off just beautifully) shopped at the trendiest boutiques, wore the wildest clothes, the biggest hair, and basically enjoyed the seventies. Even into the early eighties, Mirande clubbed and partied, even enjoying a couple of short lived relationships with gorgeous young men who were so inclined. She mixed with eighties teeniebopper stars.. but as pop became more clean cut and designer drugs - Ecstacy and LSD became bigger, she decided it was time to move.. and move she did - first to New York for the longest ever shopping/partying expedition, hooking up with a 'chantry' of Cultists living in and owning a club - but the air was too stuffy, the queens were too bitchy.. San Francisco was the place for her - wasn't it just obvious!
We leave our stiletto-heeled, bouffant-haired, lip-glossed beauty stepping off a train into San Fran, ready to taste the sweet air of 'freedom'