Aristide de Rousseau
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Aristide Déjà de Rousseau is the youngest priestess ever initiated into Kushiel's service.
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Background
When the World Was Smaller
Aristide Déjà de Rousseau was brought into the world in the blistering winter
of 1158, at the long-awaited delight of her Kusheline parents, Armand and
Adora. Though it goes without saying that, as a babe, she was not nearly as
thrilled as her parents were, neither was Aristide born screaming and shaking
her fists, as most newborns are. In fact, she was perfectly silent, cloudy
grey eyes taking in her surroundings as if to say, "I am ready".
Some things never change.
All throughout her childhood, the wealthy merchant's daughter was ahead of the
curve, learning twice as fast as most children her age. She learned her first
words within her first year, knew how to ride a horse solitary at the age of
five, and by age eight had mastered nearly every book in her father's library.
She spent every available moment being observant and evaluating her
surroundings, finding this to be the quickest and easiest way of learning
things. In the first decade of her life, Aristide learned all there was to
know about history, politics, physiology, and literature, by her own studies
and with the help of a tutor. But it was in her tenth year that she was,
finally, properly introduced to religion.
Upon her first visit to Kushiel's Temple on the Isle d'Oeste off the rocky
western coasts of Kusheth, Aristide immediately felt that this was where
she ultimately belonged - - among the dark-robed, bronze-masked servants
of the Angel of punishment. She began to visit the temple many times
a week, with or without her parents' company, to learn more of her province's
patron and his merciful penance. While the other girls her age were busy
chasing around the local fisherman's sons, the silver-eyed girl was in the
temple proper, discussing different methods of flagellation with the priests
there. So it came as no surprise to her parents when, at the age of twelve,
Aristide told them she wanted to be dedicated to Kushiel's service for the
rest of her life.
I Count the Gates to the Temple Divine
Although some of the priests serving the temple were reluctant to accept such a young devotee into their care, the late Head Priestess at the time had become well-acquainted with Aristide over the last two years, and knew her heart was true-- knew that she was /special/. Though she started out as an attendant, lighting candles and scrubbing blood off the flagstones of the temple, the girl was quickly promoted, often seen assisting the Head Priestess in her confessionals. Every duty she performed in the temple was taken with the utmost gravity and devotion, as if Kushiel himself were watching her.
By the time her eighteenth birthday passed, most of the priests and
priestesses she had been serving under strongly suggested that Aristide be
promoted to priestess. Despite the controversial nature of such a promotion
(as she was nearly ten years younger than most of the others), it was quickly
passed, and the dark-haired beauty was finally given the prestigious title
Priestess of Kushiel.
Nearer my Punisher, to Thee
Since her appointment to priestess, the naturally-talented Aristide Déjà has become
a notable figure within Kushiel's Order-- not despite her young age, but largely
because of it. She's developed an impressive collection of clients--
worshippers who come to the temple in Kusheth from far-reaching provinces and
ask specifically for her services. She's quietly renowned by Kushiel's worshippers
for her perfect balance of unrelenting chastening, selfless devotion to her subjects
and, most importantly, to Kushiel himself.
As of late, it has been whispered within the halls of the Punisher's Temple in Kusheth
that Aristide might be elected to succeed the current Head Priest, when the time comes.
It is a highly-volatile subject with most members of the clergy, most either strongly
agreeing with or vehemently rejecting the suggestion. For now, it is only a rumor, though
it seems the Head Priest considers it a real-enough possibilty to hold a sort of disdain
for the girl.
To Serve the Kusheline King
In late spring of 1186, King Bastien de Morhban sent a summons to the Temple of Kushiel
on the Isle d'Oeste, requesting a priest be sent to the City of Elua on the Temple's
behalf. Though the cause for the summons was unknown, the Head Priest elected
to send Aristide to represent the Order. It is often speculated among the
priests and priestesses in favor of Aristide that the Head Priest felt threatened by the
rumors of the priestess' succession to his position, so he decided to send her to protect his
position of power.
Whatever the real reason may be, it was Aristide who eventually arrived in Elua, for what
purpose she knew not. Though little is publicly known of their first meeting, apparently the
King was pleased with the Temple's choice, as the priestess was swiftly offered a position at
court and a set of chambers within the palace walls. Nobody seems to know Aristide's
exact role, despite the fact that she is very often called into the King's presence, even
privately. She spends the remainder of her time presiding over Kushiel's Shrine within the
palace, and is beginning to be called the King's 'Esteemed Priestess' by speculative courtiers.
Personality
Cool, introspective, and discreet. Capable of making even the most vile of men rethink their immoralities.
Dramatis Personae
Family
Father: Armand Darell de Rousseau (NPC)A second-generation merchant, Armand de Rousseau has conducted a reputable amount of business within Kusheth these past thirty years, earning him a small holding of land on the province's eastern half. While his specialty lies in gems and jewelry, he has been known to sell beautiful furs and leathers as well. Although his trade required him to be away from his family for a great deal of Aristide's childhood, the priestess and her father have a mutual respect and love for one another: she, for her father's hard work and infinite charm, and he, for the honor his daughter has brought to his name through her service to Kushiel.
The daughter of a minor Kusheline noble, Adora fell in love with and married Armand, a respectable man but with no noble blood to speak of, against the wishes of her own father. Despite her personal tribulations, she has served as a loyal wife to her husband, and as a loving mother to both her daughters. Devoutly religious, Adora remains infinitely proud of her priestess daughter.
Eleven years Aristide's junior, Remy Taylor was an unexpected but welcome addition to the Rousseau family. The sisters grew close immediately, and remain practically inseparable, despite their age difference. Remy Taylor is quite possibly Aristide's closest confidant, as she is most candid with her sister, despite her often frigid demeanor towards others. Since her relocation to the City, the two correspond by letter constantly.
Allies and Charges
Bastien de Morhban - When the King of Terre d'Ange summoned a priest of Kushiel to the City of Elua, it was Aristide who was sent on the Order's behalf. Though Bastien seemed somewhat taken aback by the priestess' gender and young age at first, she slowly began to feel a sort of intrigue in his stoical gaze-- and the sentiment was mutual. It was determined that she would remain at the palace and serve as his personal and esteemed confessor. When the King's name comes up in conversation, Aristide becomes slightly detached, never deigning to elaborate on their complex relationship.."Through the Iris"
Armoire
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Soundtrack
"Seasons to Cycles" - 10 Years
How small do you want me to be?
Weighed in the balance, left lonely
So much can be said through silence
As hard as it seems,
All that we need is too close to be seen
You build your walls for me to climb
A billion walls for me to climb
You build your walls for me to climb
Travels the very nature we'll live in
Seasons to cycles, children to men
Mislead and misread
Company or companion?
With all of our hearts, we follow our dreams
Slightly out of reach
"Uninvited" - Alanis Morissette
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
But I need a moment to deliberate.
"Through the Iris" - 10 Years
Cherish
Two circular views of blue with a gray shade
So captivating
More than you know
False perceptions
That brought forth these questions of
Truth, love, and hope
Now that you're injuring
I'll carry you with me
Just please, hold on
Love's not all lost
But it's nailed to my cross
And crucified all that I've held on
To be awaiting
Anticipating a touch such as yours
False affection
A spawn of neglecting
Of love, lust, hoax
Please understand me
That now where you're standing
Is closer than I'd hoped
Disappear and dissolve
A weaking wall
Will one day fall
It's wise to sever our loss
I redefine pulse
Through your iris
"Shackled" - Vertical Horizon
For so long my life's been sewn up tight
inside your hold
And it leaves me there without a place
to call my own
I know now what shadows can see
There's no point in running 'less you run with me
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you cut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end...
And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
So tired now of paying my dues
I start out strong but then I always lose
It's half the distance before you leave me behind
It's such a waste of time
So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me
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