Age:19
Sexuality: Straight
gender: Female
Species: Siren
Family: None alive or caring
Likes:
+Rain
+ Writing
+ Art
+ Music
+ Running
+ Being alone
Dislikes:
x Liars
x Secrets
x Lightning and Loud noises
x Helplessness
x Judgement/hostility
Physical Description:
Faye is 5'6. She has blonde hair and grey eyes depending on the light. She is very light skinned, and absolutely gorgeous. She is seventeen and very dainty. On a regular basis, she wears a beanie, t-shirt, skinny jeans, and converse that are long worn-out.
Personality:
She is very friendly and funny in person, but only she knows how truly alone she is. She doesn't trust anyone, for fear they will love her only for the curse. She isn't shy, but no one knows who she really is. She is very fun-loving. Everyone has always come to her as a problem solver, even in situations she couldn't possibly comprehend. Some think she is a conceited guy-hopper. However, many seem to forget that not only do her adorers fall in love with her, but she falls in love with them as well. She has learned not to love, when it lives longer then the person she is in love with.
Equipment & Abilities:
Faye loves to write and draw. She sketches out the emotions she never reveals aloud, but hides those too. With her writing, she tells of everything she has ever experienced; The love and the loss. Other then the fact that her love is toxic in general, she has become pretty accurate throwing knives, for what it is worth. Because of her physical stature, in the line of fire, she would probably play dead or end up dead.
Historical Background:
Faye grew up all around the globe. Knowing the curse would catch up to them if they ever slowed down, the Branson family was always on the move. For 16 years, Faye never knew she was unlike any other girl. Other than the fact, that the only permanent home she ever knew, was the back seat of her families Grand Caravan. Death caught up though, taking both of her parents in a catastrophic car accident. She almost didn't make it, thats for sure. Her uncle came to Los Angeles, where Faye had been orphaned, and became responsible for her until she was to turn eighteen. She seemed to have all the responsibility though. If it weren't for Declan, she never would have made it. Declan was her best friend. He was the only one who ever knew how awfully Faye was treated by Greg, her drunkard guardian. He became her saving grace, loving her for who she was even at her worst. They were truly in love. We all know how love ends for her though. On a day much like any other, death made it's second presence in Faye's life. He swept in and took Declan in a drive by, where he jumped in front of Faye, protecting her from an incoming bullet. She returned home with no point in life. Beaten and belittled that night by her abusive alcoholic uncle, Faye couldn't take it anymore. She packed her bags and ran until she found the Alaiden Home for the Supernatural. Where she finally found refuge in a home others could never survive.
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