Blessed Contessa
Bloody Crumpet
Stage Name The Blessed Contessa
Born Beth Hinderliter
Located New York City, NYC
Fields Business owner, acrobat, actress
Active 2007-2012
The Blessed Contessa, or Contessa Montebello, is a circus performer and former member of Emilie Autumn's Bloody Crumpets. She was the Asylum's resident cannibal and wife of Captain Maggot before her departure in 2012.

Contessa has a large range of abilities that included aerial silk acrobatics and fire breathing/swallowing, as well as her trademark consumption of human flesh. She was as eccentric as the rest of the cast (though she often denied being insane) and a fan favorite, as she was often the one to spill tea and throw cookies into the audience while the rest of the girls were off stage.

Bloody CrumpetEdit

Contessa joined the Bloody Crumpets in 2008 with Captain Maggot and Little Miss Sugarless, all of them having been involved in the Lucent Dossier experience and familiar with one another. She became the Asylum's resident cannibal, a young woman who lead the movement of "Contessology," which all of her fans had to follow.

Her unique performances on stage included both fire breathing and aerial dancing. Her aerial routines took place during the song 306, and later, Take the Pill. At one concert, she suddenly and randomly improvised a silk routine at the end of Let the Record Show. During Dead is the New Alive and We Want Them Young, Contessa also demonstrated her abilities in fire breathing and handling alongside Captain Maggot's fire dancing.

Contessa is perhaps one of the most in-depth and detailed stage characters for the concerts, as most other Crumpets have not released their character's backstories to the public and fans can only compare them to character's from Emilie Autumn's novel, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. You can see her published backstory from her blog below.

Contessa's Origins and BackstoryEdit

First, something we all know and love to review….I am not insane!
Tumblr m451b34RyS1rraph7o1 500
I have very good reasons for all that has happened in my lifetime and why it’s landed me in an Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. I’m sure as you read, you will agree, that all of the actions taken from that fateful day were indeed committed fully realized and sane.
Although I don’t wish to recall life before the Asylum, I think it important that we share what brought us all together.
There was a wedding day that was to be the beginning of a new life, a new era, a new freedom. I was from a good sounding family that gave me excellent standing and an estate to start my new life with a new husband. What greater thing can come under attack, than love. I was blinded by the streams of independence I saw in my future, and forgot to pay attention that it was not me my husband loved, but the money I came with.
So, there it was. The day of reckoning when a contract would forever bind me and meld my independence to this man. The morning was shrouded in scents of jasmine and lace, and whispers of romance steaming from hot pools. Thank graciousness that a window had been left ajar where I was privy to a pre-festive chat. My soon to be husband was quietly planning my demise following the ceremony with the carriage driver. A tragic ending that would set the hearts of our guests weeping into the night. My body was to roll into a deep ravine and set the stage for a newly widowed husband to take over all accounts, estates, and treasurey that my marriage to him would provide.
My rage was slow and fixed. I became stealthy and focused as my body went into action without it’s friend, thought. Nothing was plotted or planned, just executed, with a grace that still makes me smile to this day. Moments before the flutes were to escort me down a murderous aisle, I asked for a favor from family and staff to give me and my soon to be husband a few moments alone in our chambers before the ceremony. As soon as I was sure he was giving the finishing touches to his wedding whiskers, I was at the entrance to his room twisting the lock on his scheme.
Lamp oil was accidentally brushed over the lavish rugs and curtains by the swiftness of my movements as I prepared an alternate ending. It took no more than a half of a match switch for the wine soaked curtains to jump into flames. The estate took to brilliant russets and reds in a matter of minutes. Not only was it the flammable materials that made the estate catch so quick, but my rage fueled the licking flames even beyond what I thought I was capable of.
The guests were too busy with their sparkling drinks and frivolity to notice a delay in ceremony. Thank goodness for a roaring party to distract the innocent. Although, I must say the roar of celebrations only let me enjoy the celebrating I was partaking in myself. I do admit I was in a state of fluidity that didn’t allow me to think twice or judge any action I was taking. I simply let it unfold in the moments that passed, until I was satisfied with the safety of my being. What happens next, I’m only told in retospect, for I don’t remember it myself.
One of my dear childhood chums came to hurry the wedding couple along, and as she crested the hill that seperated the estate from it water valley a blood curtling scream sent me into a state of black out in which I remember nothing from that point on.
I like to imagine how the following events unfolded although I don’t retain these thoughts as my own. After the house and the husband were charred blacker than licorice, my body was drawn to the freshly cooked flesh and I began to chew away at the husband that was to be. When the proper authorities arrived, they found me working on the rounded hip flesh and retrieved an earlobe and fingertip from my pockets. The photograph that was taken of me that day, certainly shows a black gritted grin in which I must confess, I look extremely guilty. I was committed under the terms of arseny and cannibalistic terror. My future in the Asylum did not seem so terrible in comparison to living a life of chained matrimony in which I would have mysteriously disappeared.
So here I sit with my memories of charred revenge and the salvating stories they inserted into my files, and I’m resilient to say one more time, because wouldn’t you have done the same…I am not INSANE!!

Personal Life and CareerEdit

Contessa moved from Ohio to New York City in 2012, and is currently housemates with Veronica and her husband Burke. She is in a relationship with author Blue Christian Winterhawk, who supposedly resides with Contessa, Veronica, and Burke as well.

She owns an online Etsy store, ContessaCreate, where she sells her own beauty products and jewelry that she manufactures herself.

She is still touring with the Lucent Dossier circus group, and appeared alongside Captain Maggot and YouTube star Hannah Jinx as a Woe-Maiden in the film The Devil's Carnival. It is unknown whether or not the three will have a role in the upcoming sequel to the film.

Links Edit