FAYE, WILLOW Sept 15, 2013 22:17:07 GMT -5
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Basic Subject Information
SUBJECT NAME: Willow Faye
KNOWN ALIAS: Willow
SHIFTING ANIMAL: Caracal
Psychological Evaluation and Background
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight
This little girl is the heir of the previous Alpha, who led successfully and loyally for 8 years. Willow has a lot in common with her mother. She is thoughtful, strong, and passionate, with a special balance of logical and emotional. She, so far, lacks the self-destructive quality of Skylar Faye. Young, positive, assertive, powerful yet merciful- she displays not only the power to control, but the heart to lead. She is a free spirit, determined to expand and grow and help others do so as well.
Willow will gain a wide-spread knowledge of the Menagerie, as well as the freshest input on each society and how to improve situations from the eyes of a fresh generation that will eventually be leading and living despite the stubbornness of the older clinging to their own traditions. And yet, she still respects traditions and intertwines the old with the new.
She is reserved to reach out to the elders, calm and skilled to reach out to the masses, and playful enough for training whelps specifically. She is very in touch with nature naturally, with a brilliant shift to speak of. She uses her youth to her greatest advantage, and her authenticity makes her both relate-able and easy to bond with. Every bond with this lithe female ties separate people even closer together, creating an unstoppable unit that would so much as die for one another through their dedication. She is charismatic, compassionate, and empowering. Faces light up when Willow walks into the area, and her cheerful, thought-provoking attitude brings groups together like family. She is mindful and trustworthy, as well as a very rare sort of female. Of course, there was only one other similar to her.
Her tirelessness and fearlessness get her into trouble sometimes. She tends to burn herself out or bite off more than she can chew. Although valiant qualities, they can certainly be her weak points as well. But perhaps her lack of perfection is what makes her all that much more inspiring...
Shachamaah still fought for Skye when she heard the Fallen needed back-up, and on this particular night, she could hear the cries of the Fallen and Carna all around her. Although blind, she could feel movement in the earth. In some ways, she had that advantage over them. In other ways, she didn't have any skills or useful anthropomorphic, physical weaponry. She found herself shoved to the earth a few times, but that was not what she was here for. She had a sense of dread, and she did her best to hurry to the Fallen leader's train car. Something dreadful was going to happen tonight, and she did not believe it until she heard it- the sudden stillness and the strong final words of their leader...and the gasps. Shachamaah's furry ears perked up and she was certainly a sight to see, but her heart ached for what she could feel had happened. She listened to the few sobs and the Carna retreated, doing her best to smell her way through the rain. When she made it to the box-cars, she felt her way to Skye's before forcing the door open.
And there it was- a tiny cry and hiccup from what could only be a baby. Willow was wrapped up in blankets in her own little box hidden well within the train car.
"Hello, mon petit chou." Shachamaah used words that the baby’s mother would have, and felt around until she could feel the child and pulled her close. The baby was suddenly very quiet. "Let's be still, dear, there are many numbers out there. We will wait until they are gone." She spoke softly, her voice comforting the baby.
A few Fallen came to join Shachamaah, explaining in detail the trauma of losing their leader in a brutal and honorable suicide. One female fox shift took turns with Shachamaah to hold the baby. "What a blessing to us." She smiled. "This must be Skye's final blessing to the Fallen. What should we call her?" The fox shifter sniffled, still hurt by the previous events.
"Willow Faye." That is what Skye had told Maegan, and Maegan had given word to Shachamaah.
"What an honor for us to raise a little Fallen princess." They found hope in the ghostly, translucently blue eyes of the baby that matched their leader's. It gave light to the dark days for the future of their ring. Certainly some trace of their leader would be found her... And who could shape a little princess into a better leader for the Fallen than each and every one of the Fallen themselves? "You've got big paw prints to fill, little Willow." A male, owl shifter grinned hopefully.
One day. That was how long their light upon their horizons lasted. That was how long their hope for the ring lasted. Eris, the Carna ring Inquisitor, came in the dark of night and slaughtered four out of six of Willow's protectors. The lethal female walked up to the hand-made crib- a dresser drawer with old rags inside. With in the drawer, a baby looked up with her mother's eyes. Eris saw Skye there and snarled, lifting up a knife. Before it could be brought down on the child, a flash of white hit Eris's side and sent her flying into the side of the train car.
Eris immediately stood to her feet to see the face of her enemy...
Pink, blind eyes narrowed, and rabbit-like ears were pinned tight against the Anthro's head. A Keeper's jacket was one of the articles of clothing to keep her warm. Shachamaah DeSoto. She stood, dripping in blood from Eris's previous attack, but she was ready to give her life for the child. She felt the surface beneath her feet to record where Eris was... And listened to the soft cries of the baby. Eris leaped up and tackled Shachamaah to the ground, slamming the blunt end of the knife into the side of her head until she was out cold.
She left with the crying child, swallowing her rage so that she would not destroy the little "prodigy".
Eris tortured the baby for the two years of her life. Her screams were loud enough to be heard by many... but no one dared to question it. One more year of this continued, and eventually the screaming stopped. She sat there mostly, with her head tilted, staring blankly ahead with glassy eyes. She witnessed every other creature tortured down in this personal Hell.
At age 3 and a half, a pair of really bright eyes floated through the darkness. Willow didn't pay much attention... to anything... but the colorful circles still floated in the corner of her eye.
She knew it was her turn to be tortured. She could hear the sobs of those who were new to this deep, dark room... Those who did not understand that the pain was all mental... They could will it away. She could feel the female's presence. Eris.
She was the only face she'd seen in the first three years of her life... and although all it brought was pain, it was the only face she knew. She could feel Eris grab her arm and Willow shook away physically. Did I do that... She thought from with in. "Is this how it's going to be today?" Eris growled, lifting a hand to hit the child. Willow rarely cowered... but today she ducked her head a little, preparing for the blow. A powerful, earth-shaking roar filled the room while a massive, saber-tooth form like she'd never seen before launched into the room and knocked Eris against the opposite wall. The mighty form twisted and changed until a man with bright, green orbs stood before the child on the table. The colorful shapes mesmerized her thoughts with in.
She looked up at him, quivering in fear, soiled in inhumane amounts of blood, some fresh and some old. Even still, she was a beautiful child. The man paused in front of her, perhaps thinking of the resemblance. Her powerful eyes stared up, almost making contact with his. Her little lip quivered and she sniffled, but gently, the man picked up the child and held her snugly and carefully in his arms.
She sniffled again, before breaking down into sobs...Her own sobs and cries... She hadn't heard her own voice in so long that it startled her into crying more. Her little arms wrapped around his neck... and she cried herself to sleep in those arms...dreaming of bright green orbs.
Over the next week, her mind blocked any memory of the torture she endured. All she knew was her "Papa" and everything he taught her. Papa also assigned mentors to her to teach her French, English, and all the Arts of fighting, hunting, scouting, spying, and everything she could possible know about being a Carna. She would be the finest trained Carna in history. The next two years consisted of making her stronger, and nurturing her.
She was a delicate soul with a strong personality... There was something incredibly fierce about her that did not just include that of her mother Skye, but something extra...(Perhaps even something dark).
Even with all the gifts "Papa" shared with her, none of the Carna could expect the talents she already had to offer naturally... and only two living beings know as to why that would be. She was taught especially in the face of immorality that she could see through how important it was for the safety of their own "family" that cruel actions be carried out. And Willow wouldn't want to risk the well-being of her family, would she?
Most of all, she is not aware of where she truly belongs.
Physical attributes and characteristics
FACE CLAIM: Rachel DaShae
BODY BUILD: Delicate but strong
HAIR: Long, black, a dark brown in the sun
EYES: Stark, light blue
SKIN COLOR: A lively tan
APPAREL: She wears a red adult's shirt, and has torn a strip of fabric to create a dress-like belt around it.
ANIMAL SHIFT: Caracal
PARENTS: Skylar Anne Faye and Bonifacio
SPOUSE: Jazzy (Jasmine Faye) - Half Sister
BIRTHPLACE: Fallen Ring- Skylar's Train Car
Who are you?
OOC NAME: Bels
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Eris, Skylar, Calvin, Shachamaah, Lupen
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: Wayward