#asklerouxerik

[asklerouxerik]

Erik plays many instruments.  Erik has much free time and has taken to learning any available instrument so as to fill Erik’s life with music!

Aside from organs, pianos, harpsichords, and similar instruments, I also play the violin and her melodic cousins: viola, cello, bass, etc.  I am fairly proficient in wind instruments though not as strong with those one must blow through.  These and brass do not come easily to me and I have a feeling it has something to do with lacking a nose.

I also play guitar, banjo, harp, bass drum, timpani, accordion, lute, zither, and the triangle.

In fact, I’m sure I could go on.

Obviously, I don’t have all of these stashed away at the opera.  It would be monstrously difficult to live in a house with that many instruments, as much as I would like to.  Besides, the slight dampness is rather bad for many of them.  I often fear for my violin.

The second question I find to be more difficult to answer.  The organ is my first love, but the violin is so beautiful and, in its favor, portable.

Also, Christine was ever so fond of the sounds I could produce with it…

[asklerouxerik]

There are, in fact, fish in the lake under the Opera House.  These fish are not exactly the type of fish you want to consume.  The water down here is, shall we say, contaminated.  I have, on occasion, found it necessary to fish out of the lake.  The fellow you see above my mantle is a rather large trout I found years ago.  I discovered that a crew member had begun attempting to farm trout in my lake.  That... would not do.

He is fortunate I only kept a trophy of his trout.

In any case, the Siren actually subsists on the fish in the lake.  After all, one cannot wait around for unfortunate Comtes to wander in.  One would die of starvation.

[asklerouxerik]

Do I have an odd genetic mutation?  Oh, I don't know, dear anonymous, what do you think?!

If I'm completely honest, I've never made it a point to discover why I am what I am, therefore I wouldn't know the particulars behind certain aspects of my deformity.  My eyes glow because they glow, though I suppose tapetum lucidum would account for it.  As the above picture illustrates (rather theatrically, I admit) you cannot, in fact, see my eyes in direct light.  They tend to look more like holes in a death's head than anything living.  Rather, they are brightest in the dark.

Those of you who are curious may be interested to know that my irises are, in fact, yellow, so describing my eye color as yellow would not be incorrect.  True, they reflect light back similar to a cat's and so are yellow, but the actual pigmentation is also yellow.