| Yael |
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| Portrayed By: | Stefani Germanotta |
| Status: | Alive |
| Age: | 22 |
| Occupation: | Showgirl |
| Family: | Estranged |
| Freak Factor: | God-Eater |
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Yael (full name undisclosed) is a dancer from Los Angeles currently employed in Vegas as a showgirl.
Description
Yael - and it's just Yael, thanks - looks sort of like she just stepped out of a Grace Jones video or David Bowie's fever dream. She's a glam-rock glitter-pop Studio 54 sort of girl and she's very up front about it, from her blunt-cut platinum hair to her sparkling eyeshadow to her very, very nouveau-'80s fashion choices. The New Wave is back, baby, and she's happy to be the bearer of the good word.
She's pretty enough, though not a stunner. She has a very prominent nose, and it sort of unbalances her face, but she has a quirky appeal that some might find interesting. Her real asset is her body, which is slender and toned to absolute perfection; she's clearly very meticulous about her workout regimen.
Background
Yael was born to dance. She was a prodigy from a young age, and her art consumed her through her childhood and into her adolescence. Street-smart but not the most bookish, she did decently enough in school and managed to graduate despite a tendency to smoke behind the bleachers and stay out past her curfew and all that typical rebellious high school kid stuff. She opted instead of college to go to Los Angeles and make it as a dancer; obviously she was destined for immediate stardom, and it would be easy.
Except it wasn't. Despite her talent and her lust for glitz, glamour and fame, she found herself less than successful. A few music videos came her way, but she was never offered a prominent role. The theatre scene proved almost impossible to penetrate, with so many people vying for the same limited opportunities. Despondent, she took to waitressing and kept it up, attending auditions whenever possible and succumbing to a depressive period.
Then Jasmine came. Everything was different. Better. For the first time in her life she felt true contentment, as though she had a purpose, knew her purpose, and was accomplishing that purpose by loving Jasmine. She was one of the many pilgrims to move to the Hyperion Hotel, living out of a tent in the parking lot. Her interpretive dance odes to Jasmine were the stuff of legend at the nightly "Why I Love Jasmine" open mic. Everything was perfect until the man in black interrupted Jasmine's global television debut and broke her power with a demon's head that uttered her True Name.
Like the others, Yael went mad for a time. She rioted in the streets, screaming about the lies, about the emptiness she felt inside without Jasmine's Love. And then, as she was breaking storefront windows to release her rage, she came upon the unthinkable. Amid the debris of the riots in the fiery streets lay the corpse of the goddess, head punched in, brain-matter leaking onto the asphalt.
Yael fell to her knees as the spiritual hole inside her grew exponentially, keening to the sky as she saw her Messiah desecrated on the merciless earth. She crawled closer, sobbing, needing Jasmine's Love, needing to be… needing it… needing to…
She does not talk about what she did, but some of Jasmine's Love is inside her again.
Feeling like a change of scenery in the wake of all this spiritual upheaval, Yael decided to take a job offer with a touring dance company. She ended up in Vegas, where she quickly fell in love with the glittering, glamorous lifestyle and decided to stay. At the moment she's working as a showgirl at a major casino, and starting to realize that there may be very tangible consequences to the choice she made that desperate, tragic night that a goddess died.
Curse of the God-Eater
Yael has a general aura of metaphysical taboo that isn't socially crippling, but is certainly notable. Some animals, particularly birds, find her presence unsettling. Anyone with The Sight can see that there is something Wrong.
Tropes
Animals Hate Her - See above.
Body Horror - Nom nom nom.
Broke Your Arm Punching Out Cthulhu - The abyss stares also into you.
Charm Person - Her primary power.
Contagious Powers - You got your god-charisma in my showgirl.
Cursed With Awesome - Good thing we're hot chicks with superpowers.
The Empath - But not a very good one.
Emotion Bomb - Boom.
Have You Seen My God? - Jasmine, where did you go? :(
I'm A Humanitarian - Again, see above.
Informed Judaism - She had a bat mitzvah once? Kinda. It was pretty low key.
Mind Over Matter - Except when it doesn't work.
Touched By Vorlons - Be careful what you wish for. Or eat.
Weirdness Magnet - When did the doorman turn into a frog?
Logs
Pending.
