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Pandora had been given her legendary name the night before her birth, when her laboring mother received terrible visions of her unborn child's insatiable curiosity. From an early age, she had been confined to the grounds of her home, forbidden to indulge in child's play or fantasies for fear it would spark her curious nature. Pandora's only comfort was in her daily history lessons, when she would learn about the free world, and imagine she too lived among the heathens of former centuries. Like the rebels in her history books, it was all too fitting when she ran away from home and embarked on a new journey of an archeological career. In her efforts to rekindle man's love affair with history, Pandora searched the ancient cities for evidence of past cultures, hoping to bring to the 29th century at least one glorious gift of forgotten euphoria. With each expedition, and each new relic, Pandora's thirst grew. Night and day, she explored, convinced the artifacts she had already uncovered were mere clues to a larger, grander purpose. It was in the ancient city of Beijing, where Pandora unearthed a strange artifact that had been buried amongst the dead. It was a strange and worn statue, resembling some sort of prehistoric animal. One of its emerald eyes had long fallen out, while the remaining eye gleamed in curious delight. It had large triangular ears, fangs that protruded from a delicate mouth, and a long tail wrapped around four dainty paws. Pandora was extraordinarily drawn to the figure. She placed it in the center of her collection, where it could cast its gleaming eye upon the smaller, but similar artifacts that perhaps represented a forgotten species. In that instant, she received a vision: Pandora was shown the ways of the ancient creature, which she learned was once called the feline, or "cat". With the artifact in her possession, Pandora could morph into any size cat that once existed. Though she found benefits to changing into the smaller, docile cat, which purred melodiously and won the affections of people, Pandora particularly enjoyed morphing into the larger felines, where she was saturated with bloodlust and power. At those times, civilization feared her, and she liked it! Once set on a path of torment and destruction, Pandora was plagued by yet another vision: nightly, she dreamt of strong, mysterious women, each with the power to do good and evil. They called to her, asking her to join them. Uncertain of where to turn, Pandora struggled with her desires. She knew that the only way to learn to control her new gifts would be to search the past itself for guidance from the girls who beckoned her, the Spooky girls. Pandora will be offering her craft at The Chiller Theatre Expo, June 2-4, 2006 **Sorry, but we no longer offer table massages at conventions. We only perform chair massage. If you have any questions, please email somethingspooky@aol.com More information about the expo can be found on our Convention Page, or at ChillerTheatre.com
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