« Tell me, what's better? A lady of leisure, or one who has known what work is. To work harder than those who pass by, to see the work steadily and turn it into a form of art, and to see it all the way completely is something far more respectable rather than society's standards. I have seen many leave for war with the weapons my mother and I have prepared, and I have had the comfort to know a woman can do a man's job if not better than that of the male species. »
⌠Immortals | Fall Out Boys⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◆ Naoto Fuyumine ❘ Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ◇ Rainbow Unicorns
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◆ #BCC6CC ❘ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇#98AFC7
⌠Immortals | Fall Out Boys⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◆ Naoto Fuyumine ❘ Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ◇ Rainbow Unicorns
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◆ #BCC6CC ❘ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇#98AFC7
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⌊ Fable N. Saffron ⌉
⌊FAY • Ble ❘ A story, or a tale to be told. Sometimes taken as that of a false comment or fictional. ⌉
⌊NO • va | A new, bright star. ⌉
⌊Saf • fron | That of a spice, Saffron can also be considered a color name via its distinctive yellow hue. ⌉
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⌊ Saffy, Nova, Fay, Fronny, or even Noble. While she doesn't mind them per say, she doesn't often hear them. ⌉
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⌊ Female ⌉
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⌊ Seventeen ⌉
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⌊ Blacksmith / Civilian Child / Ordinary ⌉
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⌊ Heterosexual - Panromantic ⌉
⌊ Fable N. Saffron ⌉
⌊FAY • Ble ❘ A story, or a tale to be told. Sometimes taken as that of a false comment or fictional. ⌉
⌊NO • va | A new, bright star. ⌉
⌊Saf • fron | That of a spice, Saffron can also be considered a color name via its distinctive yellow hue. ⌉
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⌊ Saffy, Nova, Fay, Fronny, or even Noble. While she doesn't mind them per say, she doesn't often hear them. ⌉
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⌊ Female ⌉
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⌊ Seventeen ⌉
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⌊ Blacksmith / Civilian Child / Ordinary ⌉
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⌊ Heterosexual - Panromantic ⌉
"While I could say you're blind, or that you should use your eyes better, I suppose I cannot blame you for wishing to look at me with closer observation. I have quite a few more scars and markings than one would believe rest on a mere child... But, it is apparent my mother and I are complete opposite appearance-wise."
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⌊ Five feet and six inches; one hundred and nineteen pounds ⌉
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⌊ Typically that of an onyx coloring, Nova is in fact a natural midnight blue, just in a darker tone. Lighting and tones can easily shift this color, however, to that of a dark chocolate or damp wood. ⌉
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⌊ A seemingly shifting pair of colored eyes, it's normal for Nova's eyes to shit from it's dark steel blue, dark enough to be considered black even, to flash a quick crystal aqua. This is all depending on her position however, or how someone looks at her as well as the room's lighting. However, if one does look deep enough into her eyes there's a dark, reddish circle around the irises, easily standing out. ⌉
↪ＳＫＩＮ ＴＯＮＥ↩
⌊ Perfect porcelain with rose undertones ⌉
↪ＳＣＡＲＳ ❖ ＢＩＲＴＨＭＡＲＫＳ ❖ ＥＴＣ.↩
⌊ A large X scar on the center of her chest, going underneath both breasts. ⌉
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⌊ With an aura of reservation and unapproachability, Fable seems to be exactly the type of girl that would fit perfectly within the caste of the elite; untouchable by those deemed 'normal'. Shielded by her heritage, her mother, from the prying eyes of the standard masses, such coverings only seem to magnify her mysteriously unnatural beauty. Though, one glance and it isn't extraordinarily difficult to understand why others stare. With the impressive height of five feet and six inches, and weighing only one hundred nineteen pounds, the onyx-haired girl possesses a naturally full hour-glass shape to her frame, her clothes fitting her perfectly no matter what she does. Of course.. those are merely just stated observations in regards to how Fable is judged by others...and those opinions are polar opposites to her true inner thoughts. Viewing her body, her very appearance, with disgust, it has become quite painful for this poor girl to even glance at her own reflection through a passing mirror...and that's all due to her mind, simply, not permitting herself to register the same train of thought as her society does.
With silk midnight blue locks of hair grazing at the mid-back of her neck, each strand being a strikingly unnatural shade of black or blue, one can easily see as to why Nova's presence can be interrupted as 'beautiful'.. Styled in such a manner bangs hang neatly around her face and resting on her forehead, providing a frame against her crafted features, many, instantly, akin this girl to be reminiscent of a story book character. However, those doll-esque tresses do more than just merely provide a recognizable fashion statement; the hue further provides contrast against her skin. As though it was in nature's original design to craft a perfect being, Fable's canvas, in spite of the hideous scar of an X, is that of a perfect porcelain, indications of rose undertones noticeable when examined closely.
It is a common belief that the eyes are the window to a person's soul....and with formerly ebullient, doe-esque eyes of a steel blue hue, Nova's gaze tells a story one soon won't forget. With an enigmatic presence, this particular woman has the ability to draw a person inward, to make all who gaze come closer in order to examine the pair even more closely than before. As most will attest, several aspects of Fable will reveal themselves the longer one is entranced by those complex swirls of slate gray, black, navy and steel blue... including all of the bottled-in pain that is so, blatantly, visible to the world. ⌉
⌊ Five feet and six inches; one hundred and nineteen pounds ⌉
↪ＨＡＩＲ ＣＯＬＯＲ↩
⌊ Typically that of an onyx coloring, Nova is in fact a natural midnight blue, just in a darker tone. Lighting and tones can easily shift this color, however, to that of a dark chocolate or damp wood. ⌉
↪ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＲ↩
⌊ A seemingly shifting pair of colored eyes, it's normal for Nova's eyes to shit from it's dark steel blue, dark enough to be considered black even, to flash a quick crystal aqua. This is all depending on her position however, or how someone looks at her as well as the room's lighting. However, if one does look deep enough into her eyes there's a dark, reddish circle around the irises, easily standing out. ⌉
↪ＳＫＩＮ ＴＯＮＥ↩
⌊ Perfect porcelain with rose undertones ⌉
↪ＳＣＡＲＳ ❖ ＢＩＲＴＨＭＡＲＫＳ ❖ ＥＴＣ.↩
⌊ A large X scar on the center of her chest, going underneath both breasts. ⌉
↪ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ↩
⌊ With an aura of reservation and unapproachability, Fable seems to be exactly the type of girl that would fit perfectly within the caste of the elite; untouchable by those deemed 'normal'. Shielded by her heritage, her mother, from the prying eyes of the standard masses, such coverings only seem to magnify her mysteriously unnatural beauty. Though, one glance and it isn't extraordinarily difficult to understand why others stare. With the impressive height of five feet and six inches, and weighing only one hundred nineteen pounds, the onyx-haired girl possesses a naturally full hour-glass shape to her frame, her clothes fitting her perfectly no matter what she does. Of course.. those are merely just stated observations in regards to how Fable is judged by others...and those opinions are polar opposites to her true inner thoughts. Viewing her body, her very appearance, with disgust, it has become quite painful for this poor girl to even glance at her own reflection through a passing mirror...and that's all due to her mind, simply, not permitting herself to register the same train of thought as her society does.
With silk midnight blue locks of hair grazing at the mid-back of her neck, each strand being a strikingly unnatural shade of black or blue, one can easily see as to why Nova's presence can be interrupted as 'beautiful'.. Styled in such a manner bangs hang neatly around her face and resting on her forehead, providing a frame against her crafted features, many, instantly, akin this girl to be reminiscent of a story book character. However, those doll-esque tresses do more than just merely provide a recognizable fashion statement; the hue further provides contrast against her skin. As though it was in nature's original design to craft a perfect being, Fable's canvas, in spite of the hideous scar of an X, is that of a perfect porcelain, indications of rose undertones noticeable when examined closely.
It is a common belief that the eyes are the window to a person's soul....and with formerly ebullient, doe-esque eyes of a steel blue hue, Nova's gaze tells a story one soon won't forget. With an enigmatic presence, this particular woman has the ability to draw a person inward, to make all who gaze come closer in order to examine the pair even more closely than before. As most will attest, several aspects of Fable will reveal themselves the longer one is entranced by those complex swirls of slate gray, black, navy and steel blue... including all of the bottled-in pain that is so, blatantly, visible to the world. ⌉
"Learning about a person, about what makes them tick and what makes them breathe is truly the greatest step any human or... Blessed could make."
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⌠ Let the darkness come for me, let it try to steal my soul. ⌡
⌠ As if I had a soul to steal. ⌡
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⌠ Let the darkness come for me, let it try to steal my soul. ⌡
⌠ As if I had a soul to steal. ⌡
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The war between good and evil is one not many win. For their entire life, it's a constant struggle between the forces of the light and the darkness. If Fable's learned anything though, is that people are just that. A tale spun into a web of myths and lies. Nova's grown to be intelligent, street-wise. A motto for her to live by? "What comes from darkness is not always evil, and what comes from the light is not always good." While the war around her rages on, she struggles to overcome her own internal battle, between her rage and her compassion.
She's a stoic force to be reckon with. Her face commonly straight and blank, it's hard to know what she's thinking about. Secrets flood this girl's very being, swarming inside her brain as she watches and observes. While people don't see her often as something that could be a problem, she's quite the opposite. She's a being capable of anger, of hate, of pure and undying murderous intent.
Stubborn? Cliche adjectives? Those could be thrown at Fay's person as well, as those traits are all something a person who breathes has. It's simply the fact if their shown, or acknowledged. Fable's known to come to the aid of many, with or without reward, and even be the kindest soul many know. It all just depends on the person at hand.
Then, when it comes to making tough calls and choices, once Nova sets her mind to something there is only a one in a billion chance she'll let her views on a matter shift. She's incredibly hard to convince, and she'll always somehow act right away to prevent people from stopping her later on. Now, that can easily get her hurt, and it actually had before, but you won't hear that form her.
All in all, Fable can be a bit... complicated, when describing her personality. The cliches, and the unusual all seeming to fit inside such a tiny body.
She's a stoic force to be reckon with. Her face commonly straight and blank, it's hard to know what she's thinking about. Secrets flood this girl's very being, swarming inside her brain as she watches and observes. While people don't see her often as something that could be a problem, she's quite the opposite. She's a being capable of anger, of hate, of pure and undying murderous intent.
Stubborn? Cliche adjectives? Those could be thrown at Fay's person as well, as those traits are all something a person who breathes has. It's simply the fact if their shown, or acknowledged. Fable's known to come to the aid of many, with or without reward, and even be the kindest soul many know. It all just depends on the person at hand.
Then, when it comes to making tough calls and choices, once Nova sets her mind to something there is only a one in a billion chance she'll let her views on a matter shift. She's incredibly hard to convince, and she'll always somehow act right away to prevent people from stopping her later on. Now, that can easily get her hurt, and it actually had before, but you won't hear that form her.
All in all, Fable can be a bit... complicated, when describing her personality. The cliches, and the unusual all seeming to fit inside such a tiny body.
- ✧ Blacksmithing - Born and raised at the heart of every weapon, Fable and her 'master' have always been at the top of their game. A new sword? Got it. Fixing it? Even better. She doesn't disappoint, and the newer and more unique the challenge, even if the object will not be used for war, it inspires her very being.
✧ Swords - A sharp object, and one of the first things she ever crafted on her own with her master's guidance. Her most prized possession, especially when someone decided to teach her how to use it, and ever since she takes her practice seriously, as well as keeping up her speed and agility.
✧ Canines - Dogs can be trained to bite, to destroy, but they can also be fairly decent companions. The only creatures who'll sit with you as you lie dying, or sit with you as you sit injured. They are what Nova feels to be the most compassionate creatures yet.
✧ Birds - Freedom, to put it in short. Their wings, their ability to fly to distant lands... Things that fascinate her more than anything. Especially when one takes into consideration what each color and species represent.
✧ Lightning - Mixed with the crackle and boom, lightning is the world's natural nightlight. Also, the world's best firework show yet. Seeing her room light up from the flashing lights in the dead of night seems to put the female at some sort of ease.
✧ Observation - For the sake of keeping it short, observation could be the enemy's downfall.
- ✧ "Granted" - Yes, the word itself is something Nova hates with a firey passion. Taking anything for granted makes Fable angry, for the simplest of terms. For all those who have been privileged enough to have such articles of life, there have been far more innocent lives stolen just to have something a quarter as rewarding.
✧ Cats - The spawns of hell, being a natural dog person it isn't very surprising that little Fay has a sore spot towards the animals... Even though it's a smaller part of her life than she's willing to admit.
✧ War without reason - The death and destruction of lives should not be a causality that can be so easily accepted. Thousands will lose fathers, mothers, sisters, daughters, sons... The option to lose everything is great.
✧ Those who are eager to belittle - Everyone is capable of things that are their own strengths. Just because one person is unable to do something the other is, does it make them any less important?
✧ Leisure time - with the ability to make something of one's life, who would rather sit back and do simply nothing? While she doesn't mind leisure time much, she doesn't typically just... lay around. She's always out doing something, learning something, exploring.
✧ Heat - She pretty much melts in intense heat, getting a bit more irritable and distant during such. She doesn't work well under the conditions, unless she's able to go have time in the shade to cool off.
- Fable is a skilled blacksmith, even for someone of her age. Being raised by a hammer and the heat of the metal itself, Fable and her master have never been known to give anything but the very best at what they do, and it doesn't simply include weapons. Anything people needed made out of some sort of metal. Her strength and patience fairly decent, people have a tendency to be surprised when Nova's working even through the dead of the night.
- Overworking is a primary flaw, but when nervous or confused, Fable (without meaning too) has a tendency to take a step back and cough. When angry though, however, Fable's first instant is to stretch or bite her knuckle.
- ✧ Sword fighting - After a trade of a new weapon for sword lessons, she's made it a point to constantly practice and harness her skill. Mixed with her observation and agility, one might even say she was pretty damn good with it, if the time ever needed it. She much rather be behind her station, working away the day.
✧ Observation - Something that, if properly done, can tell you an enemy's tactics. How they work, how they live... It can even prove resourceful in the wild or in new locations, or simply keeping any eye out around the team.
✧ Agility - The ability to run, jump, and dodge is a fairly important one if one wants to be resourceful with a weapon of any type. That, and the strength to use them.
- ✧ Directions - while her observations may be keen, this woman has little to no sense of direction. Easily lost in unfamiliar places, she wouldn't ever be able to tell you which was was north and which way was south..
✧ Nobility - Most of the nobility Fable has met has either seemed like a completely arrogant fool, or simply down right cruel. While she refuses to admit it, a few rotten apples defiantly ruined the batch.
✧ Anger - While she isn't known for her wrath, knowing a woman who'd rather slice your throat open isn't always a plus.
"I'd rather not speak about the past, or my friends and family. They deserve the right to stay out of my affairs..."
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⌠ The past can either break a person, or make them. ⌡
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⌠ The past can either break a person, or make them. ⌡
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Disowned, and strong. The entire meaning of Fable's life has been based on those around her, but to look at such features and traits, one has to look into the daughter's history itself. Born from Lumina Saffron and Revere ██████, Revere being of course the Noble and Lumina being a simple commoner and a blacksmith's aid, who'd later become an important part of Fay's life. While Lumina and Revere were madly in love, the child that soon followed was out of wedlock, leading to a quick cover up marriage. Neither of Revere's still breathing parents approved, and since they were so young having Fable, the situation was... decent, at best.
Eventually, the marriage was quickly turning to that of a sham, Lumina's eyes straying to that of the blacksmith when Fay was around three or four years of age. Devastated, Revere refused to allow the child and her mother to be together, keeping the child and kicking the 'disgraceful, ungrateful woman' out back to her 'lover's' arms. Eventually, within the year Revere was noticing almost too many similarities. The way her eyes lit up, the color of her eyes, and the softness of her hair...
Her joy.
It was strange he was only noticing it all now, but it was far too late to beg and woo the woman he grown so fond of... As far as he was concerned, he couldn't handle having such a child roaming around him, and not only gave Fable up to her mother under the terms of secrecy and because of this fact, disowned her. Lumina quickly agreed, desperately just wanting her child back into her life. Not to mention, Fable would eventually go approach her father on her own terms.
Growing up, the blacksmith, Caspian, had made it a point to teach Fable seriously between her mother's schooling. The way one properly dealt with the metal, blacksmith general safety tips, everything. It wasn't until she hit fourteen she was actually able to make her first object, a sword. Over the weeks, months of proper preparation and dedication, she was being watched. The watcher was a military man who went by the name of Archer, a fellow sword lover and enthusiast. The moment that sword was complete, and that girl's eyes lit up was when Archer made an approach. Around twenty at the time, Archer had picked up the ways of the sword at fifteen. He was a fresh recruit, and a loyal one.
Offering to teach little Nova how to properly use a sword, she jumped at the offer, ecstatic. From then on, the training was mixed with the original two portions until she went to confront the man she found out to be her father. How that conversation went, and how she found out though remains to be that of a mystery.
When the war began, Fable knew it was all over. She knew the side of her mother and master, and the side of Archer. Rebellion and militia, as she was forced into a side she wished nothing to do with. For either team. Archer tried to aid in the adjust, but knowing she would one day face those who raised her had her stomach in a complete knot... But she was unable to do a thing.
She was helpless.
Eventually, the marriage was quickly turning to that of a sham, Lumina's eyes straying to that of the blacksmith when Fay was around three or four years of age. Devastated, Revere refused to allow the child and her mother to be together, keeping the child and kicking the 'disgraceful, ungrateful woman' out back to her 'lover's' arms. Eventually, within the year Revere was noticing almost too many similarities. The way her eyes lit up, the color of her eyes, and the softness of her hair...
Her joy.
It was strange he was only noticing it all now, but it was far too late to beg and woo the woman he grown so fond of... As far as he was concerned, he couldn't handle having such a child roaming around him, and not only gave Fable up to her mother under the terms of secrecy and because of this fact, disowned her. Lumina quickly agreed, desperately just wanting her child back into her life. Not to mention, Fable would eventually go approach her father on her own terms.
Growing up, the blacksmith, Caspian, had made it a point to teach Fable seriously between her mother's schooling. The way one properly dealt with the metal, blacksmith general safety tips, everything. It wasn't until she hit fourteen she was actually able to make her first object, a sword. Over the weeks, months of proper preparation and dedication, she was being watched. The watcher was a military man who went by the name of Archer, a fellow sword lover and enthusiast. The moment that sword was complete, and that girl's eyes lit up was when Archer made an approach. Around twenty at the time, Archer had picked up the ways of the sword at fifteen. He was a fresh recruit, and a loyal one.
Offering to teach little Nova how to properly use a sword, she jumped at the offer, ecstatic. From then on, the training was mixed with the original two portions until she went to confront the man she found out to be her father. How that conversation went, and how she found out though remains to be that of a mystery.
When the war began, Fable knew it was all over. She knew the side of her mother and master, and the side of Archer. Rebellion and militia, as she was forced into a side she wished nothing to do with. For either team. Archer tried to aid in the adjust, but knowing she would one day face those who raised her had her stomach in a complete knot... But she was unable to do a thing.
She was helpless.
