Fate sat on her doorstep out of boredem, breathing in and out sharply just to see the puffs of air lingering in the crispy air. Black hair loosely hung around her mid-back as dark green eyes studied the scene in front of her. It had snowed the day before and she wondered how she was supposed to shovel the snow off her roof, and off her sidewalk. Sighing again at the thought of work, Fate layed down in the snow and began rolling around in the small space of the doorstep aimlessly. Finally getting tired and cold of the snow, she stood up and began walking inside. With her small stature, she barely reached the height of 5' 5''. She had an athletic build, and walked with pride showing others her height didn't bother her. At the age of 18, she's had many ridicule her for her height. Fate lived alone, in a medium-sized house with her tortoise cat, Sherlock. She didn't have a job, due to the fact that her late parents had left her a huge amount of money before leaving for the clouds. They had left her more than enough for a lifetime, but Fate chose to save it.

Her house inside was cozy with a warm fireplace crackling in the living room, keeping the house warm. Grabbing a book from the bookshelf, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat in one of the couches surrounding the fireplace. In all honesty, Fate was bored. Her classes had been cancelled the past two days due to holidays and wasn't due to open for another week. Petting the cat that had jumped into her lap, Fate began reading the book she had randomly picked out.