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Channeling the ancient power of the wise women who came before her, Madame Hecate spins a bewitching mix of magic and mayhem. With a gaze that can see through the veils of time and a voice that resonates with the echoes of the underworld, she is a master of the dark arts and the keeper of secrets long forgotten. 

Madame Hecate honed her abilities on the hallowed shores of Bat Creek and is forever grateful to the bat community for enlightening her to the realm of transformation and rebirth, the intuition to see beyond the surface, the gifts of death and the afterlife, the power of adaptation, and the art of creating enchanted bonds with ancestral spirits. 

She is rumored to indulge a bit too freely in opium's dark embrace, surrendering to its shadowy whispers, so take all of this with a grain of black salt. 

A word of warning to anyone who gets near Madame Hecate’s sacred pack of Hellhounds, she is known to turn potential threats to her beloved pets into singing frogs.

A visual artist and aspiring drummer as well, Hecate acknowledges she has much to learn about the magic of painting and absolutely no one to thank for teaching her to play the drums, as she is an utterly dreadful percussionist. (If you see a shaker, a cowbell, or any drumming paraphernalia in her grasp, please remove it promptly. Her supernatural abilities do have their limitations).

Madame Hecate finds her power in the intersection of grief and joy and insists that the two are inseparable states of being. Her performances are legendary, steeped in the essence of sorrow and enlightenment. She first captivated audiences with Wails of the Witching Hour, a midnight grunge requiem that was said to summon the spirits of lost loves and ancient sorrows. Her critically acclaimed Rituals of the Forgotten, a darkly enchanting rock opera, was performed in moonlit groves and shadowy catacombs, leaving attendees spellbound by her haunting lamentations and eerie enchantments. Madame Hecate also graced the stage in Beyond the Veil, where she delighted audiences by summoning spirits and making them dance to her mournful melodies.

Walking the line between the deeply profound and the profoundly absurd Madame Hecate reveals to us the art of blooming in the dark. Her presence is a reminder that our divinity remains buried behind the veil but is always within our reach.

A celestial songstress with one foot in the afterlife and the other lost somewhere on a moonbeam, Lady Luna weaves madness into melody with every note she sings. She carries a suitcase of swirling stardust, stuffed with dreams too wild for daylight and a dash of lunacy for good measure. Delightfully bonkers, she is a full-time connoisseur of chaos and the embodiment of a midnight fever dream. Like a phantom crossing between worlds, she entrances her audience with a hauntingly beautiful voice that tugs at the frayed edges of your mind.

Her stage credits include headlining Lunacy in London, a one-woman show performed exclusively on nights of a blood moon, and a critically unhinged rendition of Midsummer Night’s Dream—in which she played every role and sang every line in a haunting soprano that made the audience question reality. She’s also been the featured vocalist for the Celestial Sirens, a troupe that only performs during eclipses and leaves listeners utterly spellbound (or slightly disturbed). Beware—her siren song may be the last sound your sanity ever hears.

Lady Luna would like to add that she is proud to be a Childless Cat Lady.

 A dreamer suspended between hope and darkness, The Midnight Muse is forever in search of the perfect melody—the one that could stir even the most shattered soul. An apparition born of both light and shadow, his presence is a bittersweet symphony that haunts the heart. Cursed with a deep, unrelenting darkness but blessed with gifts that transcend the mortal realm, he sings with a voice that doesn’t just touch you—it pulls you across the veil, if only for a moment.

He has inspired countless ballads and lullabies, though few have captured his essence—perhaps because he is, himself, the song no one can quite finish. His voice has been described as both heartbreak and hope, a melody so powerful it lingers in the space between life and death.

The Midnight Muse has left his spectral mark on stages both real and imagined. He first appeared in the legendary Nocturne of the Night Spirits, a performance that could only be witnessed by candlelight and whose final note was said to echo for days. He was the elusive headliner for The Veil's Serenade, a concert performed at the witching hour that ended with half the audience convinced they’d been visited by their ancestors. More recently, he was the featured act in Echoes of Eternity, a haunting showcase of voices long forgotten—where his melody wove through the past and future like a silken thread of hope.

Influenced by the better angels of his nature as well as his demons, The Midnight Muse is known to be attempting dangerous experiments at separating these two sides of his soul, hoping to unlock something that could benefit mankind (or at least keep him from arguing with himself so much). 

In addition to his haunting performances, he is a reverent practitioner of the art of taxidermy, preserving the delicate line between life and death in his creations. He also honors indigenous traditions by crafting authentic American Indian regalia which he wears when dancing at powwows, his movements reflecting both reverence and remembrance.  

The Midnight Muse is a restless wanderer, drifting through forgotten lands where the veil between worlds is thin. By day, he is but a whisper on the wind; by night, he sleeps in his spectral teepee, its silhouette blending into the shadowy landscapes he haunts. Some say the ground beneath him grows cold as he dreams, as if even the earth itself recoils from his presence. His path is as elusive as his melody, forever vanishing into mist, leaving only the faint echo of his song behind.  

A spirit so lovely he could break your heart, and probably already has, The Midnight Muse drifts through time, always searching, always singing, always just out of reach.

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Gaston De' Strasbourg’s past is as mysterious as the darkened alleys he’s said to frequent. His family’s departure from Strasbourg in 1768 is clouded in whispers—whispers that speak of curses, bloodlines tainted (or blessed) by ancient vampires, and secrets best left forgotten. Born with a peculiar advantage—a third leg—Gaston has always stood apart. His presence is as haunting as his music, and his enigmatic aura is only matched by his uncanny ability to stay one step ahead of time itself.

Operating under the alias Oliver Klosov when discretion is required, Gaston’s path through the centuries has taken him to the darkest corners of the world, where he plucks the strings of his bass in performances that linger long after the final note. His reputation grew in underground circles after his chilling performances at Nocturne of Shadows, where the audience swore the music itself breathed, and at Sérénade des âmes perdues, a concert whispered about in hushed tones by those who have never been, but have somehow heard the songs.

Gaston’s haunting rhythms have anchored second line funeral parades, most notably with The Dead Man's Jazz Revue and Funeral Blues, where his bass lines seemed to pull both the living and the dead into step. His presence in these processions of grief and celebration is as ghostly as the notes that ripple from his strings. Beyond music, Gaston’s inexplicable skill set includes a lengthy career as a nuclear security specialist—a role that, much like his music, deals with forces unseen and dangers lurking in the dark. 

 Accordionist/Trumpet Virtuoso/Lounge Lizard Extraordinaire 

Mr. Boo Walker, better known in the spectral circuits as The Iron Lung, adds his unique, ghostly flair to every performance. With his eerie accordion and mighty trumpet, he’s an essential part of any New Orleans jazz funeral parade, where the dead are celebrated with music that flows like the last breath of a restless soul. Known to haunt the night with the ghost of Sinatra himself, Boo’s lounge lizard style brings a smooth, smoky edge to his performances, making him as much a crooner of the afterlife as a musician for the living.

The Iron Lung has graced some of the most unforgettable stages in both the mortal and spectral realms. His performances in The Midnight Stomp and Phantom Serenade became legendary among those lucky (or unlucky) enough to witness them. Most notably, his time as the headliner for The Twilight Lounge, a ghostly cabaret said to appear only under a crescent moon, solidified his reputation as the spectral version of a Vegas lounge star. Whether serenading lost souls with his crooning trumpet or unleashing haunting accordion melodies at The Lost Souls Ball, Boo commands the stage like a legend that transcends time.

Offstage, Mr. Boo Walker’s talents extend far beyond music. As a chemical engineering specialist with a long history in nuclear safety, Boo has played a dual role—keeping the world safe in this dimension while leading parades of the dead in another. Always charming, always a bit mischievous, The Iron Lung is a living legend in the spectral dimensions, delivering tunes that keep spirits dancing and souls smiling, long after the last note fades.

 Once a champion bodybuilder and coach, The Spider now haunts multiple dimensions as a ghost consumed by his own relentless work. He is cursed to bury himself in his music and his work, unable to stop even in death. His towering physique and infamous scowl give him a fearsome presence, but it’s his piano playing that truly grips the audience—haunting melodies that seem to rise from the very ground he walks upon. Entirely self-taught, The Spider is the band’s unwilling leader, weaving tunes so unsettling that they linger in the air like cobwebs, just out of reach.

Ironically, The Spider earned his name not for his strength, but for his deathly fear of anything with more than four legs. Despite his imposing exterior, a glimpse of even the tiniest spider (or even a lobster) can send him into a fit of ghostly terror.

He has left his spectral mark on countless performances, including The Phantom's Fugue—a macabre masterpiece of music and madness—and The Dead Man's Crescendo, where his chilling piano playing brought the audience to the edge of despair. His haunting compositions are legendary, and his fully self-produced instrumental hard rock album, Southern Goodbye, showcases his dark genius. Featuring tracks like "Call of the Mild," "Red Matter Truth Bomb," "Agree to Disagree," "Crystal Clear False Alarm," and the controversial "The Castration of Vladimir Putin," The Spider composed and played all the complex instrumentation himself.

His most recent studio work, 9.5 minute Amputate/Regenerate, is a brooding epic that echoes themes of loss and renewal—both spiritual and physical. Some say the melody contains whispers of unfinished business from the afterlife, a cursed loop that even The Spider cannot escape. 

 Sound Engineer / Director of Cheer 

The ever-smiling sound operator and multi-instrumentalist, Sims Grimbright is as much a part of the Laurel Theatre as its creaky floorboards. A spectral maestro, he can play anything with strings, keys, or reeds—often all at once, much to the amazement of anyone who dares listen. Sims studied music composition and theory at Berklee College of Music, a place where he still occasionally "drops in" for inspiration—though he hasn't been enrolled for quite some time. Known for his generous spirit, he's always lending a ghostly hand to the living performers, adjusting their sound just right or filling in with an otherworldly melody when inspiration strikes. Though his love of music transcends time, Sims has a special fondness for the lively energy of contra dances, often joining in at the Laurel, drifting from fiddle to piano without missing a step.

Sims' stage experience is as varied as his instrument collection. He once opened for The Phantom Minstrel's Requiem with an ethereal solo on the glass harmonica, his fingers dancing across the spectral notes. He played lead cello in the infamous Midnight Waltz of the Wraiths, a ghostly ballet that only the bravest audiences dare attend. Most notably, he was the sound designer and featured performer in Eternal Echoes, a haunting musical journey where every note he played seemed to come from beyond the veil.

When Sims isn’t fine-tuning the soundboard or crafting ghostly harmonies, he’s haunting the Laurel’s backstage halls—or checking his still-active MySpace account, where his playlists remain frozen in time. It’s also his favorite place to catch a fleeting tune or offer a quiet encore to the moonlit night.