Born on September 23, 1664, to the Flamite prince Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen and his French siren (mermaid) wife Lady Melneeva Liore. Lady Melneeva died that same day. Etiole was born in The Twighlight Manor, in what would later become known as The Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, USA.
He has three older brothers: Vwoodell, Kramer Henrich, and Razzbury . While the elder three brothers are Flamites bearing no resemblance to their mermaid/sirean mother, Etiole with his finned arms and legs, his webbed hands and feet, his many rows of pirahana-like teeth, and his gilled sides, is unquestionable a siren (merman) like his mother. Etiole though raised on land, can ot be out of water for more than a few days at a time and can not live very far from water. Grewing up on the rocky coast of Maine, he chooses to live on the cold North Atlantic coast, throughout most of his life. No matter where he makes his home though, he is never more than walking distance from the ocean or a lake.
As a child, Etiole was a victim of King Vielder's reign of terror.
Like his mother, Etiole is an electrical salt water sirean. After realizing the deadly powers he was capable of as a blue-star-siren, Etiole changed his name to The Silver Arrow and ran away from The Twighlight Manor at age 14. He was taken in by the wizard, Dramadeese Anoone. Married Leanora Anoone the following year. Both Etiole and Leanora became members of the troupe known simply as "Dramadeese's Circus".
Following the murder of Dramadeese's wife and children, he retired into a life of eternal mourning and solitude, leaving the public eye forever. Etiole, Razz , Leanora, Black Diamond, and Spidar moved to France, with Etiole taking over as the new leader of the troupe. Etiole's small troupe went on to become an international stage group of ballet, folk dance, and plays. Etiole often took on the roles as the leading lady of the shows, eventually taking the role off stage to become a professional female impersonator.
Etiole took over as Captain of the ancient Flamite starship The VISION~D8, than joined forces with the Crystonite Army against the Flamites. Over the years he became known as The Blue Star Warrior.
Leanora and Etiole seperated, and Spidar soon returned to The Twighlight Manor to care for his now blind father.
For a time Etiole abandoned his life on land in favor of living under the ocean instead. Being a salt-water siren, ment he could live for weeks under water without ever surfaceing.
By the 1850's Etiole had returned to life on land again, opening a theater/dance hall in France.
In the late 1890's Etiole's father Sir Roderic re-married once again, this time to one of Etiole's dancers Melody Lamanter. When she returned to France, Roderic came with her. At the time her true motives for marrying into the family was not known.
In 1935 Vwoodell left America to live with Roderic in France, bringing with him the 20 foot annaconda, Carla, and what would go on to become his rather famous Ford Woodside.
Leanora returned to France that same year. Etiole's son Phozeen was born in 1937. Leanora "vanished" hours later and was not heard from again until the late 1990's.
With World War II riseing around them and Nazi soilders threatening an invasion, France was becoming an increasingly dangerous place for a drag queen to live in. Melody took advantage of this time to start a legal battle to take Phozeen away from Etiole. Vwoodell stepped in, and took Phozeen to live with him. Weeks later arsin burnt his house to the ground, with no trace of Vwoodell or Phozeen found. Believing his beloved son to be dead, Etiole was devistated and fleed back to the ocean.
Roderic returned to America and The Twighlight Manor , sending Razz to White Rock Asylum .
Etiole reverted back to being a wild siren, living under the ocean, until being captured by Gilstorve. With Gilstorve he was caged like an animal and put the finned, four-eyed underwater breathing Etiole on display in a freak show.
Several years later Gilstorve sold Etiole to the Logan family, where he was given to the youngest son, Faunta... Etiole remained a servent in the Logan household for many years, eventually being assigned to drive the family car, an orange metalflake 1964 Dodge 330.
In 1975, Etiole was given both the car and his freedom. He returned to The Twighlight Manor later that year.
Meanwhile the Flamite army had taken it upon themselves to invade Planet Crystonia, resulting in The Great Crystonite War, a war that threatened to enilate both planets. In an attempt to save both races, the Dionties stepped in calling once again on the help of the dreaded Blue Star Warrior and his starship The VISION~D8.
After The Great Crystonite War, Etiole became known as Captain Goldeneagle, a nickname given to him by the Diontite named EelKat, because of his car which he called by the same name.
In 1983 Phozeen meet his father for the first time, but Phozeen , now a snobbish high-society scientist was shocked at his father's lifestyle as a drag queen, and refused to acknowledge Etiole as his father.
In 1989, Etiole suffered a massive heart attack, forcing him into retirement. He now resides in The Twighlight Manor , where he has set to amassing a large collection of artworks, including original paintings, sculptures, French fashion plates, and first edition BeBe Brues.
When asked Etiole says:
-
My favorite color is red.
My second favorite color is orange.
My favorite place to walk along the shores of Crystal Lake in The Twighlight Forest, but I'd rather be swimming.
My favorite view is the bottom of the ocean.
My favorite trees are weeping willows.
My favorite food is "Star Gazing Pie" and caviar.
My favorite car is The Goldeneagle, a 1964 Dodge 330.
My favorite thing to collect are old paintings.
If I were a month, I would be September.
If I were a day of the week, I would be Wednesday.
If I were a time of day, I would be twilight.
If I were a planet, I would be Venus.
If I were a sea animal, I would be an electric eel.
If I were a direction, I would be East.
If I were a historical figure, I would be … ?
If I were a liquid, I would be salt water.
If I were a bird I would be an albatross.
If I were a cat I would be white.
If I were a dog I would be a pink French poodle.
If I were a tree, I would be a white birch.
If I were a tool, I would be … ?
If I were a flower, I would be a water lily.
If I were a type of weather, I would be a lightening storm.
If I were an animal, I would be a harbor seal.
If I were a season I would be Summer.
If I were a holiday I would be La Kermeese.
If I were a color, I would be red.
If I were an emotion, I would be love.
If I were a sound, I would be laughter.
If I were an element, I would be the water.
If I were a car, I would be a Cadillac.
If I were a food, I would be star gazing pie.
If I were a place, I would be Otter Cove.
If I were a body of water I would be the North Atlantic Ocean.
If I were a song I would be “Look What The Cat Dragged In†by Poison.
If I were a book I would be Jane Eyre.
If I were a gemstone I would be a star sapphire.
If I were a metal I would be silver.
If I were a word, I would be unforgettable.
Etiole de Blue de Azure SwanzenOn Being A Drag Queen:
-
Etiole de Blue de Azure Swanzen’s being a drag queen has caused quite a bit of trouble, ridicule, and grief in his life. Throughout his early years, the wearing of long robes was the norm for men. When the 1700’s came around, with it’s invention of knickers, it was a movement that Etiole did not like, did not approve of, and did not join in on. Another hundred years went by, bringing with it The Belle Epoch Era, with it’s Victorian gentlemen and Gibson Girl ladies. While other men started wearing frock coats and top hats with trousers and spats, Etiole fell in love with the silk and lace and the pouffy sleeves of the Belle Epoch ball gowns. By the end of the 1890’s he would wear nothing else, and that was when his troubles began. Two hundred years earlier, his long velvet and brocade robes were the norm for all wealthy men. When the times and men’s fashion changed, Etiole found it difficult to change with them. Another hundred years later, would see not only men in pants but also women in pants as well. In the 1990‘s, Etiole was still wearing the Belle Epoch gowns of the 1890’s Gibson Girl. When accused of dressing like a women today he looks around and asks: “That’s funny, but I don’t see any women wearing dresses, do you? I haven‘t seen a women wear a long skirt in years. If I‘m dressing like a women, with my long hair and long gown, than all you short haired women in pants must be dressing like men, right?â€
Etiole de Blue de Azure Swanzen took to the stage in 1678 at the age of 14. Acting would become his most prominent career, one that he would continue to do for the next 250 years. Though a stage actor who played both male and female roles, he was not a “true†female impersonator off stage and was deeply offended if anyone suggested that he was. He was quoted as saying: †I am not attempting to pass myself off as a woman, I have never claimed to be a female off stage, nor would I want to be one. I just like wearing their cloths. Besides, I don't realy dress like a woman; I dress like a drag queen! How many women do you know that look like I do?" He proceeded to point out women on the street who dressed in pant-suits or jeans, making several comments about how they looked like men.
Though he uses the term “drag queen†in referance to himself, and doesn’t seem to be bothered by the use of “cross-dresserâ€, he does take a deep dislike to being called by most other terms. It is a mistake to call him a “her†or “sheâ€, and this is one of the few things that will flame his temper, though he does like the term “diva“. It should also be noted that those who make the mistake of suggesting that he is gay are liable to find themselves in a slander lawsuit. Etiole also finds the term transvestite offending, saying that this is the term used for a gay drag queen, which he is not.
When asked if he does this for money, he laughs and says: “My father is the richest man in the galaxy, I’m his favorite son, all I have to do is snap my fingers and he’ll throw a few mil’ my way. I don’t get paid to dress like this. What need have I for money? I do it because I like to do it. And you‘d be surprised how many women like a man in a dress, that‘s all the pay I need. I live as I please, I do what I want, I wear what I like. In cultures where men have traditionally worn skirt-like garments such as a kilt or sarong they aren’t seen as female clothing, and wearing them is not seen as cross-dressing for those men, I don’t see you don‘t judging them, so why are you judging me? I‘m no different from the Scotsman in a kilt, I just prefer satin and lace over wool and plaid, that‘s all. Besides, you aren‘t thinking to clearly, or do you not realize my age? I’m not a short-lived human you know. I’m a Sirean. Hundred years from now, you’ll be dead and gone and fashion well have changed a dozen more times, and I’ll still be alive and kicking and I’ll still be wearing a dress. Honey, I’m over 300 years old! I was born in 1664, pants hadn‘t been invented yet, all men wore dresses, gowns, tunics, and robes when I was growing up. I never did understand why pants got invented in the first place, most foolish looking things I ever saw. Honey, have you ever tried wearing them wretched things? They’re the most restricting uncomfortable things man ever invented. I can‘t see why anyone would want to wear them.†After saying this, he pulled out a mirror and set about to touching up his bright red lipstick, and adding an extra layer of eyeliner to his already blackened lids.
When asked how he feels about the way others treat him, based on his mode of dress, he says: “I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not. If they want to hate me, Honey, they the ones with the problem, not me. I don‘t hate anyone. We all got to live in this world together.â€
When asked: Are you a drag queen, and what does that mean, he says: “Yes. A drag queen is a man who wears cloths made for women, and I most certainly do that. I only said I wasn’t trying to be a woman, never said I wasn‘t wearing their cloths.â€
INFO ABOUT MY CAR, FOR WHOM I WAS NAMED:
Shot at 2007-04-04
- Hello! I am a 1964 Dodge 330 4-door sedan, VIN 4142216364, my name is The Goldeneagle. This site was created by my owner Wendy C. Allen of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, to save my life.
I am the main character of the original Twighlight Manor book, and a major supporting character of more that 30 other books and short stories by Maine author Wendy C. Allen.
I started out in life as a silver undercover Police car in Maine. In 1975 I retired from my job as a police car and was sent to Marcot Motors of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where I was painted gold by some fool with a paint brush. He totally ruined my lovely silver paint job and left me streaked with brush lines. I was only there a few months before I was bought by the Allen family, who sanded me down and painted a lovely shade of metalic orange.
I remained the faithful family chauffer for the next ten years. Together we drove on many roadtrips throughout the NorthEast. In 1978, I took them to New York where we croosed the Brooklen Bridge during it's major repair construction. That same year we went to Washington D.C. I took the Allen family to Arcadia in Bar Harbor to see The Thunder Hole in 1981. Every year I drove them to New Hampshire where we visited The Old Man on the Mountain and Story Land and The Swift River. Three times I climbed Mt. Washington.
I've brought home puppies and baby chickens. I waited in hospital parking lots and veterinary clinics. I remained forever and always a faithful friend. The only friend who was always there, steadfast and unmoveble, silent and unjudgmental. My red plush seats always there like a shoulder to cry on when no one else would lend and ear or a shoulder. I alone remained to one true friend, the only friend to the child who loved me and defend me when no one else would put up with my break downs and failrues.
Over the years I grew old and tired, my engine weak and my transmission failing. My last trip was a desperate trip to the hospital, one dark and stormy night in 1985 when a hurrican flooded the town, sending the Atlantic Ocean over the Peir and up Maine Street. My last trip came when abulances could ride faster than my Mopar engine and Mrs Allen had to be rushed to the hostpital at 3AM. We speed through Old Orchard fatser than ever before, through hurrican floods that went higher than my door panels seeping water into my interior and flooding my floors, filling my transmission and engine with icy salt water, we made it to the hospital with Mrs. Allen, but I did not make it back home on my own and was towed home by a friend's little VW Rabbit.
In spite of my loyalty, with a dead trasmission and an engine full of salt, I was usless, and parked in the yard, put up for sale for junk.
I was rescued from a trip to the junk yard in 1985 by 9 year old, Wendy C. Allen, after my trans died. Since 1985 I have remained a decoration on the hill in her rose garden, where she sits in my seats or on my hood to write the stories in which I appear. Without me, she can not write these stories for I am the one that inspires them. I have been happy in my life of peace and rest here in Old Orchard Beach these past 30 years. That has now changed.
New town ordinances and zoning laws have been set in Old Orchard Beach. As a result the police, the code enforments officers, and the town manager are now in attempt to see my death and destruction, with threats of stealing me from my rightful owner and sending me to become scrap metal in the junk yard.
This is an outrage! They well not listen to reason.
My profile now comes to you to spread the word and ask for your help in saveing my life. An entire network of websites devoted to my plight are now in the works and links to them well be added here within the next few hours.
Please join the protest and put an end to the Old Orchard Beach reign of terror. Old Orchard Beach is a town not a dynasty, they have no right to take me from my home and kill me!
PLEASE DON'T LET THEM KILL ME!!!!!
Shot at 2007-04-04
What type of Mermaid are you? (Detailed answers and sexy pictures included! Woo Hoo!)
You are a Wishgiver! You are the mermaids who hear the humans hopes and desires on land, and turn them into reality. You are a very powerful race of mermaid, and hold the power to control any humans destiny. You feel a close bond to humans, but are slightly worried of their true motives. Because of this, you help them out from afar. You are small, graceful, and beautiful. You would be most happy loving in a beautiful place among a few of your friends. You are very kind, and a bit shy. You are one of the most beautiful race of mermaids there are!Types of Wishgivers: Dreambenders, Riverwatchers, Meresleepers, Darkdreamers.Habitat: Small bodies of water such as ponds, streams, rivers, and even fountains.Symbols: A closed eye, A deep pool, A leaf resting on water.Animal companions: Frog, Salamanders, and Turtles.Philosophy: Everything starts with a wish.
Take this quiz !
Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code
Disclaimer:
Twighlight Manor, EelKat, White Rock Asylum, Planet Ptarmagin, Crystonite Chronicles, Sir Roderic, Etiole, Razzbury, The Swanzen Family, and all other related characters, info, writings, names, images, and content were created by and Copyright to © Wendy C. Allen 1978-2007.
All content written and designed by Wendy C. Allen unless otherwise stated. No part of this site may be reproduced or transmitted without the express permission of the author. All rights reserved.
Reuse of these names, characters, writings, and images are not allowed without prior authorization. Permission has been granted by Wendy C. Allen for the creation of this character profile on MySpace.