âĄI wish people would stop saying, âI know how you feel.â How could anyone know how I feel . . . ? âĄ
| Nickname | "Iâve been called by a number of names before, and for the most part, I donât care about them. . . ."
Perhaps the most obvious of the bunch, Fiammetta has been called âFiaâ by many people, with few actually using her full name in favor of this shorter version. In line with the nicknames too, due to her middle name, she has also been known to answer to âRose,â and has also gone by the names of, âThorne,â âBriar,â and âAmmetta.â As far as other sorts of names go, Fiaâs also had one other, notable name applied to her . . . and this is one name that she does not want anyone to use, because it drudges up memories rather painful for her to experience again. If ever someone might wind up calling her by this nickname, itâd crack her shell and likely reduce her to near tears, if not actual ones. This nickname would be âFifi.â
| Gender | ". . . .Iâd have figured that at least this much was obvious."
Female
| Age | "Old enough to smoke, too young to drink. I can kill myself with cigarettes but not alcohol, yet, makes sense."
Nineteen
| Sexuality | "To be frank with you, I donât give a damn whether or not someoneâs straight, gay, bi or whatever."
Pansexual/Asexual
| Soul Element | "It would figure . . . the thing I hate the most would curse me for eternity."
Fire
| Face Claim | "I really donât get what the hell this is supposed to mean."
Saber â Arutia Pendragon from Fate/stay night
| Eye Color | "Brown, green, blueâwhat does it matter as long as I can see?"
Sage Green
| Hair Color | "Itâs hair, red, blonde or pink, itâs still just hair."
Ash Blonde
| Height | "Tch, Iâm however tall I am, itâs not like I could control how much I grew as a kid."
5 ft 6 ins (168 cm)
| Weight | "People say Iâm as thin as a rail."
110 lbs (50 kg)
| Measurements | "Why does this matter? People fuss too much over these sorts of things."
32-24-36 (81-61-91)
| Skin Tone | "Like everything else; skinâs skin, so long as you have it keeping everything on the inside from going out, it doesnât matter."
Pale Ivory
| Body Markings | "Hmph, there are certain things that even I donât much care to talk about yâknow. . . ."
Thereâs no denying it, Fia is a woman who has her fair share of scars, scattered along her body. Even though sheâs only nineteen, it looks like sheâs seen war. Underneath the suit she can usually be found wearing, her arms and legs are littered with a montage of scars; their kinds, sizes, types and severity all vary in degree, some are more noticeable than others, while some had clearly faded with time. Itâd be easy to find yourself stunned by seeing her skin, given how marred up she is.
There are a number of scars present all over her body, but many have begun fading with time and as such, they are not nearly as notable as they would have been when they were fresh. Regardless of this however, Fiaâs body is not entirely free of fading scars, there are marks upon her flesh which will never leave her nor will they ever fade in the slightest. They are burn scars, terrible marring discolorations upon her skin that are nearly impossible to ignore if left in plain sight.
There are burn scars scattered all over her body, ranging from the small to the large; the worst of this batch of scars would have to be the one located on the left side of her ribcage. Under her left breast, consuming the front of her ribcage, a scar mars her there; her skin is twisted and melded into an unnatural manner, forever dyed colors that one should never see upon flesh; seeing it tells you that Fia has been through something terrible. The skin upon her ribcage is shriveled, indented, and of an unnatural texture than the rest of her body, the colors range from a sick maroon to a deep shade of red and the skin holds a sheen to it. There are similar marks upon her right hand/arm/shoulder as well. . . .
As far as tattoos go, Fia has none at all, itâd be pointless for her to dish out the money for one when sheâs bound to probably get it messed up with whatever antics she manages to get herself into that gets her so injured all the time.
| Physical Description | "I look like what I look like, I canât exactly control that either."
With her fairly average height, and her rather normal weight, Fia is a woman whose body is thin, small and petite. Born with a slender figure, sheâs a normal young lady who honestly, does not have much of a remarkable body. She kind of looks like she weighs less than what she really does thanks to her weight being more focused around her hips than other sections of her body, and thanks to this little factâFia has more of a slender pear shaped figure than anything else. The fact that more of her weight is centered around her hips means one thing. . . . sheâs more flat-chested than anything else. Because her body formed like this, Fiaâs figure is mainly only notable thanks to the transition from her thin waist to her hips. Thanks to her weight being more focused upon her hips, Fia looks a bit on the bony side. Her ribcage seems to stick out of her skin, while her collarbones are very prominent. In addition, her wrists are rather thin while her hands are bony.
Due to the manner in which she grew up, and a certain incident within her past, Fiaâs pallor skin is riddled with scars. . . . Because of how she dresses, the scars upon her body are not as notable as one would think, and it leads people to see her as an unmarked young woman who happens to have very fair, very delicate skin. It almost gives her a look of innocence, of being untainted by any sort of work or battle. . . . However, if the girl were to wander around in more casual clothing, the scars that mar her body would be very apparent. All over her arms and torso, there are varying scars, ranging from what look like gouges, slashes and cuts . . . And, upon her torso, there is a rather horrifying mark. Under her left breast, consuming the front of her ribcage, a scar mars her there, her skin is twisted and melded into an unnatural manner, forever dyed colors that one should never see upon flesh; seeing it tells you that Fia has been through something terrible. The skin upon her ribcage is shriveled, indented, and of an unnatural texture than the rest of her body, the colors range from a sick maroon to a deep shade of red and the skin holds a sheen to it. There are similar marks upon her right hand/arm/shoulder as well.
Luckily, for her, the skin upon her face seems unmarked, for the most part. However, the expressions Fia carries are not pleasant, normally, the girlâs face is consumed by a perpetual scowl or a glare; she seems to be a snide looking woman in every sense of the word, haughty and intimidating. At the same time, there seems to be a glint running through those eyes of hers that foretells of a consuming sorrow that gnaws away at her on the inside. . . . There are times when Fia can be seen, staring off into the vast distance and just thinking, a look of melancholy upon her features, the harshness of the normal scowl is gone, and she seems to be just a simple, sad young woman.
Fiaâs features are fairly average looking by definitionâshe possesses light blonde hair which falls to her waist, it is kept complete with bangs which fall to her sage colored eyes, and locks of it which frame the sides of her young face , normally her hair is kept out of her way by placing it back into either a ponytail, or by wrapping it into an intricate bun with a ribbon placed around it. Putting it blatantly, if you just give Fia a single glance, you think of her as looking like no more than a fairly average woman who happens to possess an attitude problem. . . .
As far as things go, Fiaâs usually found wearing this somewhat weird ensemble; a complete suit, with a jacket, a tie, and gloves.
| Habits | "Habits, hobbies, whatever, they are what they are."
Reminiscing â She has this tendency to stare off into space for long periods of time with this melancholic expression She wonât move, speak or hardly anythingâitâs almost like sheâs in a trance. In reality, Fia is reflecting upon her past, thinking of times long since passed by her now. Happy memories that now serve as fuel to feed her sense of guilt.
Seeming Angry â Itâs fairly normal to find her with a scowl on her face, or to be glowering at another for any sort of reason.
Recklessness â Completely so. She has no regard for her own wellbeing so itâs very common to find Fia going head first into situations that could easily cost her, her life.
Aversion â For everything, she has a tendency to avoid the touch of others as if by second nature. Fia will sidestep others as quickly as she can manage in order to keep from being even brushed up against.
| Likes | "If I like something, I like it, no matter what that something might be, if someone has a problem with it, they can take it up with whoever they want."
Silence â Preferring it when there is no noise, it allows her to stop thinking, and to pretend like she doesnât exist at all. This is what she seems to want more than anything else, after all, to stop existing. . . .
Music â Though it is very true that she hates herself, and yearns to cease existing, Fia has a deeply embedded love for music within her. Though it wouldnât seem it, when she was younger, Fia was much of a singer, however when she came to turn who she is now, her song voice became locked away within her heart, and hasnât been heard since. Regardless of this though, she still does very much enjoy what she defines as being âgood music.â
Solitude â She likes to be alone, it makes her feel like sheâs out of the way, where she cannot bother people.
Books â Theyâre an escape, she can see through the eyes of someone who has worth, who isnât a screw up, or someone who deserves to die. She can see and understand the thoughts of someone who isnât like her.
Television/Videogames â For much as the same reason as she likes books, playing RPG-genre games or watching a number of shows where you follow an intricate story. . . . Itâs an escape.
Animals â Although she seeks to die, and to vanish from the world, Fia has a definite love for animals, enough of one that it about tears away all the layers of darkness, pain and self-loathing that have built up within her. For an animal, sheâll do about anything, so much as allowing herself to be bitten by a dog thatâd been beaten by an abusive owner without striking it to show the canine that not all people were out to hurt her. This is indeed something sheâs undergone; the bite scarred, and she managed to calm the dog enough to gain her trust.
Darkness â Itâs comforting, enveloping and it lets her feel like sheâs finally sunk into the forever-sleep she desires.
| Dislikes | "Thereâs a lot I canât stand, and will not stand for."
Noise â She hates this, it clutters her mind, gives her headaches and it makes it hard for her to think, and to pretend like she no longer exists like she can within silence.
Company â Honestly, she just doesnât like being around people because it always makes her feel like sheâs getting in the way, or that sheâs just not doing anyone any good.
Injustice â Now this covers a rather broad spectrum of things; she hates many things, people who hurt others for no reason, those who are violent, who treat others as less than human, or animals as if they were without worth. . . .
Fire â This well may be the thing that Fia hates the most; because she lost her younger sister because of a fire, the element is something she despises.
| Fears | "When it is that not even Death scares you, what does one have to fear . . . ?"
Atychiphobia â Failure
This well maybe Fiaâs only true phobia; though there are indeed other things in which she fears, the ideal of failure is something which haunts her gravely. Due to her past, the notion of failing to do something which she was assigned to do or otherwise is just a consuming notion that she canât stand. If the possibility of her failing seems imminent, Fia will simply lose it. She becomes an anxious, nervous mess of a woman who seems desperate to do just about anything she can in order to keep from failing.
| Strengths | "A person like me having strengths, pfft. . . ."
âBraveryâ â If it can be called this. . . . Fia rushes headfirst into situations without free, no matter the danger. Risking herself for the sake of others it would seem, she will protect others without fear of her own wellbeing, letting herself take injury while others get away.
Honesty â Beyond all things, she speaks her mind and what she believes without a second thought, or without fear. One thing Fia can be counted on for is the fact that she will not lie to someone, about anything, though her words may come out harsh or rude.
Cunning â For all purposes, and despite her âhotheadedness,â Fia is really a smart young woman, her intelligence might surprise some people, but sheâs quite the capable thinker as far as things go despite how it might seem.
Sang-froid â For the most part, she can keep her calm and cool within most any sort of situation, no matter what pressure may be applied to her, she seems like sheâs always fine. The only time this would break or prove untrue though would be more when someone Fia might be coming to care about is put into danger, then a crack within this might form.
Grace/Agility â Sheâs quite the speedy thing. In a momentâs notice, she can suddenly just bolt into a full-on sprint, and be going so fast that you wouldnât think it possible, topping that off, she has a natural grace about her when sheâs running, she can deftly dodge things and such with little issue.
| Weaknesses | "Sure as hell are plenty of these."
Animals/Children/Cute Things â Might not seem it, but Fia is a sucker for anything potentially helpless or cute. Enough that it can provide a rather potent distraction for her, and even if it true that sheâs a rather dark and lonely sort . . . she still has a number of plush toys and stuffed animals that she keeps around.
Sweets â Yep . . . one of the few things she actually enjoys about living are the sweets, though she feels guilt afterward.
âBraveryâ â As much of a strength this can be, itâs also a weakness since sheâs prone to jumping into things with little thought, meaning she can get hurt easily.
Small Form â With being so light like she is, Fia can be tossed around rather easily, one good blow would be enough to send her to her knees.
| Personality | "Iâve got nothing to say here."
Honest to God, it seems pretty easy to sum Fia up. She hates herself wholly, death is something sheâs wished for countless times, she seems to have no regard for her own life at all, she doesnât value it as sheâs willing to dart into danger without a second thought. Fia is someone who is beyond the threshold of depression; sheâs hit the bottom emotionally and hasnât managed to even stand back up to her feet yet. This is who sheâs become and it who she has remained for a number of years. Every time Fiaâs life has come under threat, or sheâs darted into danger, sheâs always hoped that it would wind up being the end of her at some point, that she would indeed finally claim her peace . . . but, in the end, sheâs always come back out of every instance and event alive, perhaps injured, but very much alive. Always questioning this, she doesnât understand why it is that sheâs not yet died despite the fact that there have been so many times where sheâs come close.
In the past, sheâs contemplated suicide, and at times she still does, but she never follows through with itâall she winds up doing is staring down a bottle full of pills, thinking about what would happen if she just popped the cap and went bottoms up, and swallowed down ever last one. She wonders if itâd be painful to poison herself, or if sheâd just drift off to sleep, never to wake up again. No matter how many times she winds up looking at the bottle though, Fia never has once followed through with a true attempt at ending her life. These moments of hers always end with her having a bitter smile upon her face, and she winds up just tossing the medicine away. In a way, because sheâs never been able to even attempt it, Fia considers herself a coward. Though she wants to die, to never have been born, she still wonât take her own life for some sort of weird fear of it. Dying holds much appeal for her, yet she just cannot ever seem to muster up the will to end it all herself. Instead, she wants to die by the hand of another, or because sheâs gotten trapped in something that has no escape.
She seems a woman of honor, whom appears the staid and reserved sort while also carrying with her an undeniable hardheadedness one could also define as a sense of âresolution.â There is no denying the fact that she comes off a gallant and brave young woman, someone who does not hold back to help another in needâin a way, she lives by this sense, and sort of follows her own views of âjustice.â Because she does not hesitate to aid someone, Fia really seems like she is a woman bound with a knightly soul, she can well come off as mature, quiet and rather intelligent when first met, she speaks to others in most polite manner, treating them with respect and dignity . . . until her true colors shine through.
Now, she is not at all a bad woman even though her true self is . . . less than pleasant. Fia really is a serious young woman, and she is rather adult, but the problem is that she can be a little hotheaded at times without meaning to be. She can seem arrogant and overly certain of herself due to her latent temperament. She is an intelligent woman, that is certain, and because of her knowingness, itâs common for her to insert her views on a matter, or to act based entirely on her own opinion. Indeed, she does value the opinions of others, but she really prefers thinking for herself and acting based on her volition instead of others. In a sense she is single-minded this way, when sheâs set her mind upon a course of action she will see it through until the end, despite obstacles and anything which might bar her path, this sort of comes from her sense of principle, if sheâs given her word to do something, she wonât go back on it. She feels that would be wrong of her to do.
One thing, which truly defines Fia, is her need to defend others, even complete strangers. She still has been known to impede upon situations with which she is not associated if sheâs felt the need. Frankly, she doesnât give the damn if sheâs ticking someone off, if she feels the need to intervene, then sheâs doing it. In these moments, she carries with her a rather astounding level of sang-froid, as in she does seem angry, but it is a quiet seething sort of fury. Meaning that she is not letting her rage get the better of her, rather she is channeling it and using it to possibly strengthen her drive, and herself in those moments. In a way, she seems to be rather haughty due to her outer actions and mannerismsâsolemn, withdrawn and even cold; her words can come off as harsh as she is honest about matters that do not concern herself or her past.
Although she does indeed possess a rather . . . definable outward personality in regards to others and any sort of situation that doesnât concern her past, if the topic of her past is drudged up or someone inquires about it, then you can expect the aspect of her to take hold that is less than pleasant. Defenses drop entirely, and an air of sorrow and pain seem to envelop her. It becomes obvious enough that Fia is unhappy with herself, with even breathing. She feels herself worthless, annoying, like she should become dust. More times than not, Fiaâs wound up crying because of what she feels inside, no matter what anyone can say to her, itâs never enough to actually pull her from these instances. She feels like others would be better off without her, like she is burdening everyone around her with her existence.
In truth, around others . . . Fia is faking. As she is now, and as she has been for many years, Fia is one who does her best to detach herself from the happenings around her. From peopleâs plights, to their words and to any situation at hand, she prefers not to let her emotions get mixed up in anything; she knows her own frailty and realizes that if she allowed herself to be open to the misery of the world around her, and to her own situation, that she would break. Honestly, what is keeping her from breaking now is uncertain, she even wonders why it is she is trying to look strong to everyone around her now. Her situation seems utterly hopeless, so why? The only answer to this whole matter that she can form is that inside of her, she wants to retain some sense of self, something that will remind her that she is still her own person, and that she will not break to her keeper. . . . Even still, there are undoubtedly times when Fiaâs nearly lost it before another, become overwhelmed. . . . But in not wanting others to know or to be anymore of a burden than sheâs been already, Fia does tries to keep it inside, though the fact that she has little real regard for herself shows through her recklessness, anyway.
Itâd be easy enough to chalk this up to her youth though, to her just being an inexperienced kid who thinks she knows more than she really does, so she acts without thought. Honestly though, Fia is thinking in these situations, and what sheâs most often thinking about is the prospect of her life being endangered.
In truth . . . things boil down to something one might not expect with Fia though; she is a girl who is very lonesome. She blocks people from her heart, from letting them know her because of how she views herself, and the fact that she can come off as so uncouth at times drives others away as well. She thinks she knows of her own shortcomings and as such, she doesnât want someone else to have to deal with them. However, if ever it did happen, if ever it was that someone stuck by Fia long enough to understand her, to know that sheâs really someone who is in a lot of pain, and they bothered to become her friend . . . the heavy mask she wears to keep anyone from comprehending how deeply she is scarred on the inside might well just break, and she might come to like herself. Thereâd be no way Fia could keep herself from tears. Fia would become heavily dependent upon that person. Sheâd be needy, want attention, and might even feel a need to cling to her friend.
Really, sheâd seem completely childish, as in that if she did not get these things from her friend, sheâd be prone to pouting. . . . But, there would definitely be a bright side to being Fiaâs friend, after some time, youâd begin to see a rare side of her, the true her. Yes, she seems a lot like a child, but thatâs because part of her still is, she is honestly an innocent soul full of curiosities and wonderment. She has dreams, fascinations, hopes and even believes in things that most view as nonsense, such as making wishes on stars. . . . In these moments of seeing the true side of her, it wouldnât be out of the question that one would even get to see her smile, and laugh.
| Relationships | "I havenât spoken to anyone in long enough to not even have these. . . ."
Father â Ezekiel Thorne
Living.
Age â Forty
Once rather close with him, Fia adored her father and was much a âdaddyâs girl.â She spent a lot of time with him, happy and playing with him and her siblings, there was hardly ever a moment where Fia would be in tears around him. Ezekiel is a good man, no doubt, he instilled his children with firm and good teachings, and he loved his family dearly. However, after it was that Cosette died, the closeness between him and Fia faded, and it has been two years since he and his daughter have spoken at all. Last time they saw one another, there was barely any words between them, and it ended with an awkward, â. . . .take care of yourself, Fia.â From Ezekiel.
Mother â Maria Thorne
Living.
Age â Thirty-Nine
Loving and accepting of her children, Mariaâs always been a kindhearted mother who adored her children and did her best to show them her adoration. Close with each one of them, and to Fia, the woman spent what time she could with her family day in and out, smiling and laughing all the while, happiness abundant. After it was the Cosette died, however, an emotional gap began to form between Maria and her two remaining kids, as well as with her husband. Maria and Ezekiel remained married, and they never cheated on one another, but the love Maria had for her kids sort of . . . waned, it was there, and she still cared, but it wasnât so evident. The last time she spoke to Fia was a year ago, because she called her daughter to check in on her, the conversation was short, and awkward.
Older Brother â Lucian Thorne
Living
Age â Twenty-One
A typical older brother who was, and still partly is, protective of his younger sister(s). He teased and poked fun at Fia when they were younger, and they had their spats, but they got along well, loving one another like brother and sister wouldâthere are a number of pleasant memories between Lucian and Fia, happy times and fun. . . . Following the death of Cosette though, Lucian became a much more serious individual, protective of Fia since she became rather reckless and uncaring of herself, as well as distant. To this day, heâs probably the one who remains closest to Fia of the family, bothering to call her at least once a week to check in on her, though the relationship between the siblings is somewhat shaky and shallow.
Younger Sister â Cosette Thorne
Deceased.
Age of Death â Seven
Someone cherished and much loved by Fia and her family, the youngest member of the Thorne grouping . . . Cosette was a dear little girl, adorable and sweet as could be. Her death tore through her family, and tipped who Fia would be forever. There had been a fire, and with this fire, Fia and Cosette became trapped . . . a burning beam fell on top of the two, and while Fia survived, Cosette died, in her sisterâs arms. Since this happened, Fia lives on with survivorâs guilt, hating the fact that Cosette died instead of her.
| History | "I donât want to talk about it. . . ."
In all truth, Fiaâs story starts off about as normally as any other girlâs couldâve. She was born the second child to a set of loving parents who cared for her dearly enough, she had an older brother who loved her, though he would pick at her from time to time. . . . She had a happy start to her life, living with parents who devoted time to her, and made sure she was happy and healthy while her brother did what he could to help out with these moments as well. She was a happy child, and there isnât really anything noteworthy here to recount. . . . When Fia was five though, her brother seven, her parents received the news that Maria was again pregnant, and they were very much happy to have been given this news. Eventually, Cosette Thorne was born, the youngest child of the Thorne family, she was Fiaâs younger sister, and she was simply adored.
The family was happy, nothing but, there were smiles, and the whole family all helped out in taking care of Cosette while she grew up, and there are many good memories there of those years. Colette played with her siblings, and was always happy, as they were.
It was when Cosette was seven though, that things took a change. Fia was twelve, and while it was the whole family was sleeping one night, a fire started in their home . . . Lucian, Maria and Ezekiel managed to get out of the house without a problem, but Fia and Cosette. . . . They werenât so lucky, Fia took to finding her sister in the flames, winding up with burns on her body. And even after she found Cosette, Fia was helpless to do anything, as the two sisters became trapped within the room they were in. Cosette clung onto Fia, crying, terrified. Fia did was she could to comfort the girl, but only so much could be done there. . . . Then, eventually, as the flames consumed the house, the structure just couldnât take it anymore, the support beams holding up the second story of the house collapsed as they were slowly eaten away.
A beam came down, right on top of Fia and Cosette. The impact sent Fia unconscious, the last thing she remembers is hearing Cosetteâs pained scream. In that moment, Cosette died, she burned to death. Fia awoke, days later, having been in a coma. Injured and burnt up badly, itâs a wonder she managed to survive herself. But, with the news of Cosetteâs death, Fia fell into a short-lived state of denial, followed by shock and then depression which lasted some time.
The Thorne family drifted apart at this, only Lucian really remained in real contact with Fia, as she came to recover from her burns, turning into the reckless girl she is now. She began to risk herself time and time again, getting hurt repeatedly in some attempt to die, as a way to ârepentâ for surviving an incident that she shouldâve died in. Guilt consumed her, and she came to believe that Cosette was the one who shouldâve lived between them, not her. Emotionally, Fia separated herself from her family, barely speaking to them on a level deeper than casual. As time drifted on, and Fia continued her reckless actions, never dying, only winding up injured, she drifted through life otherwise detached from much of anything that didnât catch her attention. Namely, anything that involved âinjustices.â
When she turned eighteen, Fia packed up and left home, choosing to not graduate high school in the process. She took up and moved away, finding residence in a rather simplistic apartment, she makes ends meet by working a job as a hostess at a local, rather upscale restaurant, from time to time still seeking out danger and risking her life while wishing she would just die or vanish. This is the life sheâs come to lead now, routine, and ordinary aside from her own little risky ventures. . . . The only thing one might not expect of her is that she has a pet dog, a female of a mixed breed she found beaten in an alleyway some months ago who actually bit Fia. However, Fia allowed the canine to bite her to show that she wasnât going to be harmed at all. Through this, Fia managed to earn the dogâs trust, and she took her in, getting her back to health. . . .
This dog is probably the only thing thatâs kept Fia from becoming even more reckless than she used to be