Vetta

Rita Vetta
Vetta, the mask.
Name	Rita Vetta
Age	Unknown
Race	Formerly Human
Quote	"Beauty is skin deep...and I can go deeper..."
Gender	Female
Height	Varies
Weight	8lbs.
Body Type	None
Skin Color	None
Hair Color	None
Hair Length	None
Hair Style	None
Markings	Her masks vary in design.
Clothing	None
Likes	Theater, dance, music
Dislikes	Quiet...
Personality	Reserved...but very very vengeful.
Occupation	Object
Class	None

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Short Story

This mask is beautiful, made of what would seem like porcelain or a very opaque kind of glass. There are intricate carvings, mostly from a costume designer who was responsible for making the most stunning and complicated masks for the performers. That designer's name...was Rita. Rita Vetta.

Rita was no more after a short amount of time. One too many ornery theatre performers weren't satisfied with the hard work she put in her designs. And she was murdered. However...justice was right around the corner...

Rita was an old friend of a girl who lost her parents and her siblings to the forces of the police...Jessa Sudo, who came to the shows she helped out at everyday as a release to her past. To give her some sort of enjoyment. Jessa loved the dolls that Rita had made for her, and kept one close to her heart. Rita had lost sight of Jessa before her biggest design debut...and was never heard from again.

Jessa, now know as Mirabell Moonstar, had actually shown up at her last show...and saw the injustice that had become of her. Mirabell took pity on Rita...and gave her soul an opportunity to seek vengeance.

That vengeance...it consumed her. Vetta's spirit was locked away in a mask that she had made...the only thing keeping her "alive", but...she had made a contract in her unholy life with something...more powerful than Mirabell had ever known. A demon.

This demon gave Vetta her own world...right beyond the surface of her mask. The contract that bound her said that as long as she provided the demon with the souls of criminals and those who were hellbound, she could do as she pleased (within her mask).

The mask itself became a doorway to her own personal little hell...and should one find that mask and put it on...well...they would have more than a little headache...

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