Phaedria used to be afraid of the mask. She always thought part of her face would remain stuck to it… or, when she took it off, she’d find someone else staring through the mirror. Professor Valgustius told her that wearing a mask teaches the actress to tell a story rather than present the actress. She felt more like it was evicting herself so something else could live in her head.
That was a long time ago. When she lived at her second home. A time before Salicina — the jealous understudy — sabotaged her at Chelaxian finishing school. The magic went horribly wrong. Or, if you ask Salicina, deliciously right.
Now Phaedria is someone else. She never takes off the mask off — not even when she sleeps. But she always knew she was someone special, and learning about a mysterious inheritance isn't really a surprise. If she can earn a title and a home, she can help others like her. And perhaps, eventually, strike back at Salcina's wealthy and powerful family.
Phaedria is draped in fine clothing from head to toe. She wears a neutral mask, conveying what she wants through her corporeal movements and voices. She almost passes as human, but her limbs are far too thin and long. When she moves, it seems like her body is a collection of planes and angles... almost as if she has extra joints. She carries an elegant steel shield in her left hand.