Faye Floreid
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Basic Info:
- Pronouns: She/Her
- Age: 14
- Birthday: June 8
- Sexuality: Unsure
- Height: 5'2"
- Sassy (+Bitter, -Sweet)
- Toyhouse
Introduction
With the world practically in her hands, Faye sure looks like she has it all. Keeping control using abilities only she and her late mother truly understand, she often feels like it, too. But her murderous elder sister, Ianthe, is still on the run, and there are times where she cannot hide her pain as effortlessly as she'd like...
Personality
All smiles and silken words to the public, Faye hides a mess of things behind an easy grin, both the things she does and doesn't understand. Her sinister and controlling plots to keep herself at the top, the rage at her sister for leaving their empire, those she could understand well enough. But the stabbing pains in her chest that make her eyes burn, the itch asking her to do things that'd just slow her down, the aching chill that haunts her whenever she thinks a bit too hard... those she doesn't get. Not at all. So she locks away everything she can, leaving only a smiling, scheming mastermind, one meant to make all her enemies kneel before her.
Backstory
Early Life
There were a lot of things Faye didn't understand when she was younger. Who was that girl she only saw occasionally, the one that looked like her and Mother and Father? Did she want something? Could they go play together if she stayed for long enough that Mother and Father could see what she was pointing at? What was this strange place with all the stones and hedges and statues? Why were Mother and Father looking at her like that? What should she do here?
Childhood
Faye began to learn more the day she'd unlocked her magic and begun to use it. Firstly, that was her older sister, Ianthe, and a disgrace to the family. Faye was so much better than her. And secondly, she had powers that could make anyone do whatever she wanted, so long as she added a "right?" to the end of her orders. The spooky place was where her ancestors unlocked their magic more often than not.
She was taught more things, too. How to walk and talk like the whole world could be hers. How to make those below her rightfully afraid. How to force them to do her bidding, with or without her powers. How to think. How to be perfect. These things were all taught to her by Mother, who she'd inherited her powers from.
She was taught that she was the greatest. Father was below her. Ianthe was below her. Mother was the only one above her, and that was just because she was Mother, the one teaching her. She was taught that emotion was a weakness to her enemies, and how to channel her features into an endless smile, one that'd threaten to drown any possible threats. Her words became like honey even when she wasn't using her magic, and her influence grew despite her young age. Ianthe, silent and blank, appeared within her sight a couple of times, but Faye was taught to pay her no mind. Not anymore. Although... once she took over as head of the family, she could make a change. After all, despite the scorn for her elder sister, her training had left her skilled and smart. Potentially useful, in other words.
But on Ianthe's birthday, as the time got closer to midnight, everything changed. Her sister had snuck out of her room, THREW HER TELEKINETICALLY ACROSS THE HALL, and fled the mansion. By the time Faye could make it out herself, the damage had already been done. Ianthe, previously powerless, was gone. Mother, with her neck bent at an awkward angle, was dead. Father, clutching his wrist in pain, was also injured. And Faye, battered but otherwise unhurt, was outraged.
The Hunt
Since then, Faye had taken over. With her father's help, she started a manhunt for her elder sister. A murderer was on the loose, she'd said. No rest until the murderer was brought to justice, she convinced many. She threw herself into organizing the search, marking every sighting and ignoring anything that pricked at her from the inside. There was no reason to falter. Her sister had to be stopped, no matter the cost.
