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22
PRONOUNS
She
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Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP
Cunning
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Sept 8, 2019 22:11:11 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 8, 2019 22:11:11 GMT -5
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[attr="class","daisy_text"] [attr="class","daisy_name"] FAYNA DEIOS -- [attr="class","daisy_tab"] [attr="class","inner_daisy"] [attr="class","sub_daisy"]
the good [attr="class","daisysub_text"]
"Friends" are a loose word, but also somewhat of a foreign one, seeing as the ribbon-haired girl has manipulated and acted through life to get what she wants. Fayna views people more as "pawns", either for her own personal benefit or for a grander scheme, lying straight to their face until she is able to disappear from their lives completely or using them until they are capable of being disposed. She will act like a friend, an acquaintance, a neighbor, a trusted confidante, and nothing will seem wrong until the person has realised they have been deceived -- and by then, it's usually too late. The only real people she has ever been familial and have a kinship with are those who are also in the Cruor and her late father, and since she has formed close bond with them. If you are able to somehow wiggle your way past her facade(s) and figure out her humanitarian games, then you will earn yourself a loyal friend. You may even get to see other sides of her, and she may open up to you with her true self and inner emotions -- but this will be a lengthy road. She does not trust very easily.
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the bad [attr="class","daisysub_text"]
The easiest rivals are the trainers, the pokedex holders and their allies. Gym leaders. People who attempt to sabatoge the Cruor's plans or her own personal vendetta will surely pay, whether it be from the efficiency of her sword, or in a more tactful, strategic vengeance that will destroy your life. Though, she may take her time "playing" with you at first and testing limits, she is actually very cunning and studious when it comes to her opponents, their moves and decisions, and perhaps even insightful when it comes to their personalities. This makes her a good leader and an excellent enemy. She flaunts her victories and relishes in the thrill of the fight, always thinking of how she can manipulate the outcome. Be careful -- she is a master of directing attention, and will likely steal from you. That is, if she doesn't slit your throat first.
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the lovely [attr="class","daisysub_text"]
Fayna is very... open... when it comes to love and romantic partners, and she is not afraid to let the world see this by wearing fashionable items and seductive clothing. Partially to grab attention, but also to be able to rope in her prey, or use her womanly wiles to get what she wants. She has no qualms with sleeping or being romantically involved with someone, only to drop them a few hours later for someone else that strikes her eye. She knows how to pull the strings of love and lust, and is generally able to flirt her way in and out of situations. This isn't to say that she cannot fall in love -- just simply that it is unlikely. If you get close enough to the real Fayna to form a bond and a true connection, a true romantic relationship could be possible.
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PRONOUNS
She
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Cunning
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Sept 8, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 8, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] heart of gold shine like stars blind them all [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
She lifted the clear oval glass to her lips, allowing the strong remainder of red wine to permeate her tongue, her taste, her senses. Then, with the container cup emptied and dry, set the wine glass down elegantly atop the bar's surface. She thanked him before flashing a winning smile with red lips -- the smile that she has been giving the bartender since her heels stepped foot into the tavern. She is far from intoxicated, and the man's ruggish appearance does nothing to suit her desires, though her posture is suggestive, and her classy orange dress in close enough to outline all the right curves. She is elegant, but inviting. She only wants one thing from him, but it's not what he thinks. [break][break] The blonde picks up a white napkin nearby, and dabs at her lips and teeth, removing the crimson colorant. There was something about red wine that was calming to her, something that reminded her of blood -- like the streams that had recently run through Saffron City. Comfort of the color outweighed its minor nuisance of blemish, and she found herself also relishing the taste of the burgundy Cabernet. She catches the bartender's eyes on her as she re-applies a shade of romantic red lipstick that she takes from her pokeball belt, his attention centered as he ignores the calls for alcoholic beverages from other patrons. "Would you like another drink, miss?" He flourishes a dashing smile that could melt hearts. He's well aware of the flirtatious game she had been playing, and wants more. Too bad Fayna didn't have the time. [break][break] She puts the lipstick back into its place and notices the time on his wristwatch. "Maybe another time," She feigns an apologetic smile, and reaches for her pokebelt. "Just let me pay for my wine, and--" [break][break] His hand wraps around her arm to stop her, just as she had anticipated, his eyes pouring with chivalry and hope in one last chance to win the blonde's true attention. "No, miss. it's on the house." [break][break] Fayna locks eyes with him, and her lips fall into a smile, allowing her eyes to stare back in gratitude. "Thank you so much. You are so kind..." She allows the words to tumble out as if the situation is a pleasant surprise. Little does the ruggish barbarian realise that he has just been tricked by the queen of deceit. She waits a moment, to let the "spark" between them linger, then turns around to have her heels meet the wooden floor, all the while smiling idiotically as foolish romance-craved women often do. "We'll meet again." Fayna laces the words with wistfulness as she walks away with a smirk, her obedient Ninetales trailing behind her, knowing that her promises were clothed in lies and that the real person she looked forward to seeing was waiting for her elsewhere. [break][break] A few blocks later, she spots the purple fur of a familiar ghost pokemon in the shadows, and her blue eyes scan the area until they fall on her red-bodysuited back and long cranberry tresses. Cherry's quip is met with a snicker as Fayna stops behind her, a hand on her hip. Ninetales stops to sit down beside her, all the while keeping watch of the area. Ready to pounce if necessary. "Oh, you know," she cooes as she begins to admire the back of her hand, curling her fingers toward her eyes so that she can praise her newly manicured and prettily painted fingernails, "Met a guy at a bar. The usual." Her cerulean blues look up to glance toward the second command inquisitively with a certain mischievous glint, noticing the girl's knife-twirling and wondering just how mad she could make her. Fayna inwardly scoffs at Cherry's use of the short steel weapons as warning, knowing that the second command was proficient in the art, but also knowing that she could take those knives from her before she even had the chance to throw them. The girl had such a temper sometimes. It was often the reason she was only second command. [break][break] When she turns, Fayna is taken aback for a moment, but is careful to hide her emotions from her face. Though she had known Cherry for around a year now, this was the first time she had seen her without an eye-patch, revealing the socket of horrors where a lapis gem should have been. It was enough to send shivers down one's spine, but the blonde remained mostly unnerved, though the sight did want to make her recoil in disgust -- simply because it was just so ugly and gross. Still, she stared the girl in the face, in her eyes, as if nothing was wrong. There was an unspoken trust about this moment, and Fayna had known Cherry too long to treat her as if they did not share some kind of bond. To act as if the injury bothered her would be the same as stabbing her in the back with her sword. Though, of course, she would never admit such a loyalty to the Rising woman. It was better to be shown. [break][break] The next words were strange, a phrase that the Cruor rarely used. Familial to only common civilian, to those who were considered normal in the world. The fact that the words even stumbled out of Cherry's mouth was proof of how nervous she actually was to be showing this side of herself to Fayna -- the fear of displaying her vulnerability. The killer blonde was sure the others had never seen her without her eye-cover. As violent, malevolent, rebellious, and deceptive as Cruor was, their members were still human. Cherry was still human. Even, Fayna has certain insecurities that she cannot pretend aren't there, try as she might. Things she had never displayed to anyone else. Not even her dad, or to the second command before her. Though, she was sure such a day would come sooner than she realised. The kinship between the two leading officers had grown considerably, and it was only a matter of time before she revealed her weaknesses to Cherry as well. [break][break] This question was one of them, as Fayna cast her glance to the side, not used to displaying her true feelings. Now, it was her turn to feel exposed. She had been acting so long, it felt almost surreal to recognise her inner emotions, to distinguish those from the ones she made people believe on a daily basis. Her reply felt foreign to her, as if it came from someone else's lips. "Things are... difficult. But, the mission is underway." She couldn't deny that it had been hard coming back to her hometown. It was a place she had never wanted to see again, a location she thought she never would return to. Nostalgia was all around, memories that she had shoved in the deep recesses of her mind. Her mission was the only reason she had come back, and now that she was here, reliving her former experiences, a very small part of her somewhat regretted what she was about to do in the upcoming week. Afterall, this had been where she grew up. This had been her home. But, then again... [break][break] Fayna allowed her eyes to meet Cherry's again in determination and resilience, shaking off the discomfort of displaying her weakness to another, and knowing that she was safe with Cruor. Now, she had a new home. A new life. A new purpose. And, it wasn't one she about to back down from so easily. The people of Goldenrod needed to pay for the life that they had neglected to give her. [break][break] She crossed her arms, studying the red-head before her, still noticing her uneasiness, and did what she did best. Shifted the attention. "What about you?" Her words sincere, and her mind wondered what kind of answer the second-command would give her.
[attr="class","curragebot"]here you go~
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Pansexual
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Sept 7, 2019 21:48:40 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 7, 2019 21:48:40 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] heart of gold shine like stars blind them all [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
Gold heels can be heard echoing on pavement in the distance. Thin, five inches. More than enough to use as a pointed weapon, but it isn't necessary at the particular moment. Smoke from the aftermath of the prior explosions still linger in the air, thick. Undecipherable and hazy, granting the killer blonde plenty coverage from any threats near by. Lights overhead either flicker periodically or have been damaged completely, with a cracked bulb or blown fuse. Many of them are no longer standing. [break][break] Streams of crimson trickle toward her as she struts down the concrete in a fashionable blue slacks, a white blazer, a stylish golden neck scarf, and a sheathed sword at her hip, seemingly unphased by the crumbles of buildings scattered around her, or the ruins of what was once the outskirts of the infamous Kanto city bordering her path. She can't help the impish smile that tugs at her lips as she recalls slitting the throats of the city guards, or seducing the chairman in charge of the tournament prior, just so she could distract him long enough to allow all of this to come to fruition. To allow for all the death and destruction that had so been so beautifully orchestrated. [break][break] She could only imagine the faces of those idiotic trainers. Despaired. Hurt. Lost. [break][break] Her smile only grew bigger upon recognizing a familiar silhouette standing before her, above her, and she approached her partner in crime in wait, stopping only to cross her arms coolly before the second command. Fayna admired her long red locks, and the way the setting sun at a particular angle made her seem like a radiant statue, before taking in the pride that was so obviously emanating from the one-eyed girl. "Don't look so smug," she teased lightly, "The Giovvanni look doesn't suit you." Her blue eyes were playful, testing. She knew that Cherry could be very prideful, but the fact that her plan had worked -- that they had succeeded because of the red-haired girl's suggestion... it was obvious that it would go to her head. The Rising girl was nothing if not boastful. Perhaps even more so than Fayna herself. [break][break] "You know as well as I do, that there is much more work to be done before we can allow ourselves to get all high and mighty..." The first command remarked with a smirk, cherishing in the small fact that she knew she was right, and that Cherry's five seconds of fame would be short-lived. Surely, even the girl before her knew as much. But, it was still fun to rub it in her face. [break][break] She gave a sly wink with her next words, which were almost congratulatory. "... Even if you did just burn this worthless city to the ground."
[attr="class","curragebot"]I am terrible at starters, and I'm still getting a feel for Fayna. Hope it works!
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Sept 7, 2019 20:47:52 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 7, 2019 20:47:52 GMT -5
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written for @tag
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build a fire a thousand miles away to light my long way home. i ride a comet. my trail is long to stay, silence is a heavy stone. i fight the world and take all they can give. there are times my heart hangs low. born to walk against the wind, born to hear my name; no matter where i stand, i'm alone. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel.[break][break]
burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow. they'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes. they'll bow their heads low. their hearts will hang low. then we'll laugh, and they will kneel and know this heart of steel was too hard to break, too hard to hold. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel. stand and fight, life by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel. born with a heart of steel![break][break]
build a fire a thousand miles away to light my long way home. i ride a comet. my trail is long to stay, silence is a heavy stone. i fight the world and take all they can give. there are times my heart hangs low. born to walk against the wind, born to hear my name; no matter where i stand, i'm alone. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel.[break][break]
burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow. they'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes. they'll bow their heads low. their hearts will hang low. then we'll laugh, and they will kneel and know this heart of steel was too hard to break, too hard to hold. stand and fight, live by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel, born with a heart of steel. stand and fight, life by your heart. always one more try. i'm not afraid to die. stand and fight, say what you feel. born with a heart of steel! that someday, it would lead me back to you.
[attr="class","curragebot"]notes and stuff here? burn the bridge before you, leave no retreat. there's only one way home. those who laugh and crowd the path and cut each other's throats will fall like melting snow.
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She
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Sept 7, 2019 11:04:27 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 7, 2019 11:04:27 GMT -5
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FAYNA
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FAYNA IS SECOND-IN-COMMAND OF CRUOR
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23. the golden deceiver. pansexual. always ready to mingle.
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STORAGE POKEMON
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PARTY WISH LIST
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Sept 7, 2019 8:07:48 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 7, 2019 8:07:48 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"] [attr="class","revcallname"]FAYNA DEIOS [attr="class","revcalllyric"]GOTTA MAKE A MILLION, DOESN'T MATTER WHO DIES [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
ALIAS
fay
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AGE
twenty-two
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PRONOUNS
she, her, hers
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SEXUALITY
pansexual
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CRUOR
first command
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+confident[break]
+adaptable[break]
+natural leader[break]
+persistent[break]
+cunning
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[attr="class","revcalllikes"] +LIKES
+flirting[break]
+winning/when things go her way[break]
+attractive individuals specifically hot girls[break]
+being the center of attention[break]
+manipulating others
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-mischevious[break]
-promiscuous[break]
-deceptive[break]
-temperamental[break]
-intense/unstable
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-losing/when things don't go her way[break]
-failure[break]
-being told what to do[break]
-being ignored[break]
-ugliness
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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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break] [break] 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[break][break] And, he wanted Fayna to join him. Now that she was of age, she could finally "follow in his footsteps". [break][break] 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. [break][break] So, she took him up on his offer, and a new female grunt of team rocket was born. [break][break] 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. [break][break] And, for once in her life, she was excelling in something. And, more importantly, she had made her father proud. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] otherFayna 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. 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