Aela Felice Villette's History

Embraced 100 years ago, 1897, in Scotland, Villette is rumored to be the childe of Geneveve Orseau, great friend and loyal cousin to her parents Isian and Fiona Villette. Rumors also do fly that she has a sister from the same Sire hiding in Scotland and her travels around the country failed to uncover any evidence of it being so. She appears to have a more public stance, having been prominent in Scots society with her Father in the 20th century. She now denies any interest with it except as an onlooker, save that the good is cherished.

Her childhood brought her up in Edinburgh, Scotland with lavish richness in the arts, paintings and music for her father adored them very much and pressed his beliefs on her. She grew found of all he taught her, from Beethoven to Leonardo, but she did not have the passion to make works of art from sight or sound. Her passion was within, an emotional quest to understand the feelings from sadness and Love, and to why the soul was so important to those around her. School pasted on like the season's changing and she was to scholars in the history of famous writers, able to spread the word around to different groups and lecture how the culture was changed to such artwork. This is when she was taken from her light and into the darkness which bonds her to even more curiosities of emotion. 

The Night she would be recognized to social standards of one with a keen mind she was robbed of her belongings and beaten within the streets left to die alone and un-noticed. She cried out to anyone, wishing a second chance, to be able to hold some sort of mark upon Man kind before she was to die, being she was only 22 at the time and did not do anything with her life yet. A Woman came to her aide as if watching the whole while, calm and cool with elegance Aela had never seen. The Woman whispered in her ear about second chances and how this would be the opportunity she was searching for, if only she would agree to be saved. How could she refuse? Soon after the woman vanished never to be seen again, leaving Aela to strive on, desperate to find her roots to the clan she had become, Toreador, making a song hold meaning to her life in recent times..."I've been kissed by a rose on the grave." ~Seal~

Many Ideas hold to Aela's thoughts on why the woman in the Alley gave her the gift, for the woman spoke on arts as if it was all that Aela had in her life and the Woman did not want her to waste away for her talents where rich indeed. Yet if this is so, why was she left soon after? Why did she have to find out through another of what she truly was and what values she held? These are why rumors have started for the good friend of her Parents had been a mentor to Aela, guiding her along in her learning of good art ..then disappeared the same Night Aela began to fall astray from family and friends as the Night Creature she was.

Her knowledge of writers grew throughout the years, finding more and more that inquired her, such as Sir James Barrie who wrote "Peter Pan", until she became a well known poet, writing what she knew and felt, for she was utterly alone inside. In the early 1940's she met up with an interesting actress of the stage who Aela could feel was oddly different from the mortals, and connected with her. Serrisma La'Troleua, older in the age then Aela. They grew on each other, Serrisma her thorn, and in turn she wrote beautiful masterpieces for Ser to perform. That's where Aela's love for the performing arts began and also the love for another. But Serrisma was one to flirt and didn't want more then an Amour of experimenting so in 1953 Aela shipped off to the America's to start a new life with all that Serrisma taught her on how she was made to leave a mark and express.

For forty years Aela wrote poems, short stories, inspirational speeches to those of need but her true passion was acting. She held many a role in different plays until New York City turned on her like a bad jacket. The city became naught the city of Dreams, but a rot hole for those of bad intentions. She packed up her bag and traveled to the west with an acting/Opera group for a new work on life, the passion through poems and perhaps the chance to perform once again. Dallas seemed to be a place to gather those with secrets no one could see but her, and her poems she sense would flourish here perhaps even be able to increase her experience to perform at the Grand Opera house, though she did not sing, her writing may be useful to perform for others, having found memories of Serrisma.

Those who have had recent contact with her, the performist of the troupe, say she is on a deep spiritual quest to understand. This seems to have largely tied her to her current residence; she now yearns for travels, having once been a wide traveler. 

Quote: "Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one."