DEIOS

Fayna grew up in a buzzling metropolis, in one of the largest cities in the world: Goldenrod City, to an aspiring actress and a wealthy businessmen. Due to her parents' jobs, they were hardly ever home, which left the blonde-haired girl to her own devices.

This, of course, left little room for her mother and father to spend time with her, so most of her childhood memories consist of playing with dolls and imitating celebrities on tv. She often would build a "stage" in the middle of her bedroom, and "perform" in front of her stuffed animals and her loyal pokemon friend, vulpix. Sometimes the shows were idol performances, while other times the shows were solo plays. Was she lonely? No, not really. Little kids have big imaginations, making them not feel so isolated when no one else is around. Imagining an audience when there is not really one. Imagining that she was shown affection when there was none. This small enactment of pretend was where her love for the arts seeded and stemmed, where it all started. Where she would later draw from for human interaction.

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Growing up in the big city meant there was a lot to do. A lot to learn, and a lot to see. As she grew older, pretend stages soon turned into real auditions for becoming an idol, or participating in pokemon performances. Her imaginary audience transformed into real, breathing people who applauded her. At first, it was a bunch of strangers. Sometimes, it was a small crowd of those she recognized from her neighbourhood. And, sometimes... well, her audience was only one person, one stranger, in which she did an intimate, special show for. Being raised by others, by the street, taught her that people only payed attention if you looked pretty and you cast yourself a certain way, so she dressed for perfection and acted the part. Life was just one big play, and everyone was just part of the script. She did what she had to make friends, to get by, to be noticed. That was the way she survived.

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Her parents never attended any of her public try-outs, although she did win quite a few. Her vulpix had been there for all of them, from the beginning. Her vulpix was her family. Still. She couldn't ignore the longing of the love from her mother, or the need for support from her father. She wanted, more than anything, to be like the families she saw on the sitcoms, like the "big happy families" in old movies. Like the ones she would sometimes see cheering their children on. She wanted to be cheered on. She wanted to be praised. To be noticed. To be loved.

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But, then, around the age of eighteen, her mother left. Though, her absence was not an uncommon thing, it became an anomaly when the woman never came back. It didn't bother Fayna, seeing as the woman was merely a food supply. The only answer she retrieved from her father was that the aspiring actress had finally landed her "big role" in television, and no longer wanted to be a part of the family due to a major disagreement between the two of them. She no longer needed them. Her father then began stepping in as the main parental role, and was there more so in Fayna's upcoming adulthood than he had been her whole life. When asked about this, he sighed, and told her he had something to show her. What happened next was astounding.

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He took her into the basement, and led her to a door that she had never seen before, and unlocked it. Inside, was an assortment of memorabilia, ranging from gadgets to jackets to costumes. Though, perhaps, what stood out the most, were the uniforms and a black cap with a singular 'R' notoriously represented on the front. Her father then admitted that he wasn't a businessmen. That was a clever lie. He was an executive of the villainous Team Rocket

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And, he wanted Fayna to join him. Now that she was of age, she could finally "follow in his footsteps".

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As unexpected as the sudden discovery was, Fayna did not feel any hatred nor confliction upon finding out that her father was an individual wanted of crime. She felt indifferent about his occupation, but was perplexed herself, however, because she wanted to tackle her own dreams of being in entertainment, but upon doing so would have meant refusing an offer of a life-time. To skip out on the one thing she had yearned for, ever since she could remember: a parent's bond and unconditional love. There was no way she could deny the chance to be with her dad. She had to accept, even just for the gratification and expectation of being able to actually spend time with him. It could be fun.

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So, she took him up on his offer, and a new female grunt of team rocket was born.

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She went to meetings with him and participated in training exercises. Learned how to handle weapons, like swords and chains. Learned how to steal. And, most importantly, learned that she could use her talents of singing and acting to her advantage, especially since she was a girl. She learned how to manipulate others for her own gain, using disguises, lots of wine, deceptive kisses, and flirty smiles, and soon moved up in their ranks as one of team rocket's top tier commanders, even higher and even better than her father. All the guys wanted her, and all the girls admired her.

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And, for once in her life, she was excelling in something. And, more importantly, she had made her father proud.

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Three years passed. Battling. Honing her skills. Stealing loot and pokemon with her father, and trying to achieve the one title left to obtain -- leader.

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But, then, her father died. Quite unexpectedly. Passed away in the late hours of the night. Fayna vanished with him, resigning from Team Rocket and finding it too difficult to be a part of an organisation that reminded her of him everyday. They wanted to amputate her, of course, as gangs often do, but she threatened their lives. To destroy them, and sabatoge them by using their own secrets against them. The cowards that they were, they backed down, and swore she would rue the day.

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Still. Despite Team Rocket wanting revenge on her, she could care less about them. She no longer wanted to live in the place that reminded her of her family, so she sold the house they had lived in, and moved away from Goldenrod city. Letting her looks, manipulation, and cunning ploys carry her from one home to the next for only a few months at a time, jumping from one romantic, deceptive facade to another and stealing their poke, just to survive. Just so she wouldn't be found, and so she could keep Vulpix and the rest of her stolen pokemon alive.

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In the midst of leaving her thirteenth living arrangement, however, she found the "Cruor". An organisation like Team Rocket, but also completely different. They took her in. Showed her how to be proficient in weaponry, and when asked what she wanted to specialize in, she pointed to the sword. She stuck to her word, having previously learned the basics of swordsmanship with Team Rocket, but after becoming part of the new organisation, since taught herself how to be an expert with the help of her new team members. After a few raids and some curt convincing on her part, it was soon apparent that she had found a new family, a new purpose. A new home.[break][break]

Over time, Cruor became her love and support, and, like before, she had no difficulty rising in their ranks. Still as manipulative and cunning as ever, but still loyal to those she fought alongside. In such a small amount of time, she rose up in their ranks, and in the recent year, has achieved second-in-command. Her vulpix even evolved into a Ninetales not long after her ascension.[break][break]

Now, after so many practice runs, and after recruiting who they could, it's finally time to draw the curtain. The show is about to begin. And, rest assured it will end in a bang.

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other

Fayna likes to collect "cute" pokemon, usually those who seem like they would be useful for her purposes or pokemon that have a yellow, orange, or brown color-scheme. She also carries around a sword at the hilt of most of her outfits, though sometimes she will be in "costumes" and disguise herself, becoming a distraction or decoy in situations where such is needed for the mission... or, sometimes, she'll dress up as an idol, princess, secretary, or school girl just for the fun of it while killing or interrogating. Afterall, she would rather not be bound by stupid societal laws of conformity, and seems to maneuver through life on a very suspecting whim. As long as she looks good while doing it, who cares?

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pokemon

Ditto[break]



Pichu [break]



Eevee [break]



Ninetales [break]



Mawile [break]



Solrock[break]