JAIF

Save for the constant sound of the rain continuously beating onto its nigh-deserted streets, the tiny medieval townlet was drowned in utter silence, silence heavy as the thick fog that had started to amass near the borders of the village.

In this deafening silence, a black crow's feather whistling downwards from the sky, the humming of water rippling as a rock was thrown in its depths, those sounds would pass unregistered. Unregistered to all, except those with ears to hear, and eyes to see, and mind to think - for no raven's shrill cry stabbed across the moistrous darkness, and no water was to be seen for miles away in any direction.

Within the confines of a dark chamber, it's sole window overlooking a street that had already started gathering pools of rainwater, a mirror's crystal-clear surfact trembled, as if it was a liquid wall slightly tapped from within. Several black feathers already paved the way ahead, glinting in the half-light emanating from the single slit of curtains that was drawn open, allowing the afterglow of fierce lightning and the occasional moonlight when the thick clouds parted for an instance, to get through.

Then, smoothly, naturally in an almost eerie manner, a reflection appeared on the mirror - a reflection of something, or rather, someone, that was not present in the room. A strangely short female, clad in a full-body black dress reminiscent of a time past - no, of a time yet to come, in this place and time. Like a Rennaisance-era aristocrat, her features, nicely dressed long silver hair and deep eyes shining with an almost pinkish glint, would fit that portrait too, were it not for the malicious grin that stained her face and what appeared to be the edge of two black, feathery wings protruding from her back.

Slowly, the woman - her height resembled more of a rather little girl, but no child could bear such a wicked smile on her face - stepped... into, for lack of a better word, her reflection in the mirror, and appeared... on the other side, in the actual room.

The first of the marvellous creations known as Rozen Maiden, the only one to be left incomplete, imperfect, impure, yet ironically, the very strongest one. A doll, a doll which bore a beating heart and living spirit, a rather wicked spirit, to be sure, but still, a being like no other.

Suigin-Tou, the Mercury Lamp.

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OOC: Yeah, Amero... JUST... AS PLANNED!! Anyway, this is arc 1 Suigin-Tou, with Renpika and Sui Dream (I'll be using Amethyst Dream, the anime version, since it sounds better). Not that these two do much, at any rate. Anyways... good luck.

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