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Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?  God give me courage to show you...you are not alone...

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Paper Plate Awards:
Prettiest Princess of Narnia
Andrew Lloyd Webber is my Bitch

Christine Daaé was the only child of a Swedish violinist, born in Paris, France in 1860.  The apple of her father’s eye, she grew up just outside of the city, receiving nothing but the best, or at least the best her father could afford for her.  Her father’s death in 1870 devastated her, but determined that the Angel of Music would visit her, as her father had promised, she pursued a career in the opera, joining the Paris Opera Company at the age of fifteen as a chorus girl. 

 

Barely noticed by anyone, Christine somehow managed to gain the attention of a Nosferatu named Erik who lived in the basement of the opera house with a Toreador named Angie, blood bound to him for decades.  Erik, often referred to as the Opera Ghost by some of the older members of the company, was a musician in his own right and became enamored with the young Christine.  He began providing her with singing lessons, always appearing to her in a half mask to cover up his deformity.

 

The lessons paid off and Christine soon became a star in her own right.  Unfortunately, she could not return Erik’s love and soon became engaged to her childhood sweetheart Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny.  This rejection drove Erik mad and he did everything in his power to have Christine as his own.  His plans backfired, causing the entire company to start hunting him down.  He allowed Christine and Raoul to leave Paris then sent Angie after them.  On the night of Christine’s wedding, Angie Embraced her and brought her back to Erik.

 

Erik attempted to blood bind Christine, but by some miraculous twist of fate, Christine proved immune.  For nearly ten years, she bided her time until finally in 1890 an opportunity to escape presented itself.  She managed to convince Angie to let her go and she left Paris.

 

For several years, she stayed with an aspiring author named Gaston Leroux.  She told her story to him.  Erik tracked her down and she fled.  She decided to change her name to Christine Leroux and she moved across Europe before finally coming to America where she thought she might be safe from Erik.  Leroux, who had not forgotten about her, published her story in 1911 in a book called The Phantom of the Opera.  Christine was somewhat displeased by the way her story was altered, but she spared little thought to it, instead concentrating on keeping a step ahead of Erik who was still after her.

 

Changing her name again to Christine Anderson, she continued performing.  As the years went by, people found less and less of a need for a highly trained, classical voice like hers, so she resorted to blood binding of mortals to get jobs and protection.  Her most famous Ghoul, Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, turned her story into a hit musical, The Phantom of the Opera near the end of the millennium.

 

By 1990 she was living in Las Vegas, taking the most low profile job she could find.  It wasn’t until the musical Mamma Mia found a home in Las Vegas that Christine began singing again.  She accepted an ensemble role in the company, understudying for the role of Sophie.

 

Christine’s only desire in the world is to remain free of Erik.  To that end, she’s had little to do with the vampire community until recent years when her loneliness got the better of her.  In Vegas, she tries not to get involved with any political problems between clans or sects, instead treating all sides equally.  Perhaps Christine’s deepest sadness is the emptiness she feels since she lost Raoul, her only love.

Memorable Quotes
Christine: (after a lighting fixture falls beside her) Mon Dieu! (she collapses)
 
David: Whoever did this will pay.
Jason:  Whoever did this will die.
Christine: You do realize that we are Toreador?
 
Christine: Andrew Lloyd Webber didn't ruin the genre of opera...completely.
 
Franklin: How much?
Christine: You could not afford me.
Franklin: (taking out a wallet) Seriously.
 
Adriana: (about David) That's your Primogen?
Christine: Yes.
Adriana: I'm so sorry, my dear.
 
Sybil: What was Raoul like?
Christine: Not as stupid as Andrew Lloyd Webber made him out to be.