One of my favourite original characters: Iriae, the Lady of the Mad, who hears voices and is, indeed, addled in the head. The following is a little bit of her story =) "Iriae?" he called."The voices... they're not normal, are they? Constantly on my mind, like choruses with bad tempos who refuse to sing the same song; unceasing whispers, statements, shouts. Contradictions, lies and truths. Insults and compliments. Promises. They... they never get quiet, and... and I... sometimes I ramble just because they tell me to and... sometimes they get so loud and unbearable that I have to do what they say."Everything was so silent after her last sentence that not even the wind wheezing against their clothes made a sound. He was afraid to approach her, to disturb the muteness of the world, to scare her or to cause her to start blabbering things that made no sense to anyone.To his surprise, it was her who made the quietude shatter, by asking “Am I mad?” He gasped, but did not reply.She turned, insisting, "Am I?"He had to close his eyes to avoid her sad, melancholic gaze. Was she? Did he really think her mad? She certainly wasn't normal, with what was going hrough her head, and someone as young as she was could not... do what she did.But... mad? He choked on his breath and looked up. The twisted lips, the stern look, the pale porcelain skin under the moonlight... she made familiar sensations crawl up his skin and prickle his heart... And then he knew she hadn't asked that for reassurance; she'd asked him that because she truly did not know where the border between Sanity and Madness was."Does it matter?"She smiled at his answer, her features becoming somehow even more beautiful than they'd been before... and the wind seemed to sing, and the world to shimmer with laughter.She could be mad... but he wasn't any saner because he loved her.