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The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

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The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

Unto the Foray -- Minerva Fairchild

The Festival was always a troubling time for the Lion's Fang.

For she understood the necessity of it, a mass gathering so that those who might be so fortunate to find their soulmate would do just that precisely. In her eyes however, she simply saw it as a security risk; people gathered en-masse only provided an easier target for those with ill-intentioned methods.

It was for that reason she was there. A pale, crystalline petal, pristine amongst the masses casting an ever vigilant eye about as she kept her arms guardedly folded. A migraine at worst and a headache at best, she was here only at the behest of her uncle--as a security measure so that maybe her cousin would finally meet someone worthwhile, and begin a new generation of Fairchild nobles to ensure the future of the family.

She, however, the Black Sheep, would likely nary have even the slightest chance. Her duties were to be acutely focused, free of distraction. Observantly, her eyes drifted over the vast degree of variation that had converged, and she persistently scanned for trouble and soon found it. There was a thief, but it was handled by a samaritan; elsewhere there was social conflict, but it seemed to have been settled.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, as much as she desired to actually have something to do--something to distract her from what she would never have; she similarly knew that these people deserved that chance, and wishing trouble from them was selfish, even. Shaking her head and causing prisitine platinum locks to flare about, the noble would finally emerge from her wallflower position and fade into the crowd.

It was the best way to catch a fool--blending in, that is.

With all the peculiarities and the like traipsing about, the matter of such was all too easy. A soft tune curled along her lips in a melancholy hum, but the Magi would not make a sound further.

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

Will knock out a post soon!

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

The Lion's Fang

m.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt9vl8iAN5Q
(What her training was like, if curious)

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The Lion's Fang

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Minerva Fairchild

Age

19

Species

Human

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual

Job

Minerva is a member of the Fairchild family line; in spite of being a black sheep of such, she is a noble and a Magi. She loves on the estate inherited from her father after his demise. Her family's specialty is in that of hunting down dark practitioners of magic.

Appearance

Minerva is a tall, lithe girl of nearly 5'9" in height or so. Regularly she wears clothes fit for a noble, but doesn't mind the more comfortable fashions of the commonfolk. What's most striking about her besides her appearance is that of the elegant rapier sheathed across her back. It is her weapon of choice, crafted for her by the legendary Fairchild blackmsithy. Fairchild weaponry is of quality renown throughout the world and treasured by Magi, specifically. For inscribed upon their flat are runes meticulously crafted to enhance her magical abilities.

Her mark, which is in the shape of a small, abstract phoenix, is located upon the very bottom of her neck on her back.

Likes

• Swordfighting
• Children (Not hers)
• Challenging Trials/Missions
• Her Family (Except her Uncle)
• Sweets

Dislikes

• Bitter food
• People who can't contain their alcohol
• People named after birds
• Slow-witted folks
• Overzealously sour food

Personality

Minerva's personality is focused around being a sharp, pragmatic woman. Without hesitation she fiercely defends her beliefs, as well being more than ready to kill for them. Dangerously clever as she is powerful, she is known to be a brilliant strategist as well as a leader who charges with the front. After all, how could she ask her subordinates to do something she wouldn't? For the hand that casts judgment musn't be afraid of swinging the sword that exacts it.

Biggest Fear

She fears the idea that one day, despite all of her massive efforts, she will be cast out of the Fairchild family line. She has shed blood and tears alike for them...and for such efforts to be forgotten is worse than death.

Greatest Dream

To be held in reverence to the same degree her uncle and cousin are. They are the pilliars of their family, and Mknerva seeks to become one as well.

Background

The history of the Magi known as Minerva Fairchild is one of tribulations, triumph, and sorrow. Her early years were blind to her abilities when it came to magic. She lived alone with her mother, who did her best to raise her daughter despite being in poverty. Due to such, Minerva was humble, but with a razor wit that apparently her father had been known for.

It was a simple life, but one that she treasured. One which came crashing down when her mother fell ill with an incurable disease. Even still, they could not afford a doctor to relieve her of the pain she suffered. It was upon her deathbed that her mother gave the young Minerva of ten years a sketch, with a name written upon the back: William Fairchild, and an address beside it. With her final breaths, her mother instructed her to go to that address, and fall under the care of her uncle. A relative she had never even heard of, let alone meet.

Through rain, storm, misery and hunger did she venture after her mother finally passed, only to stand before a duet of towering, polished oak doors.

She knocked thrice times, the doors opened, and the world went dark.

She awoke in an opulent, elegantly decorated dining hall whoch stretched quite lengthily in both directions, to see a severe looking elderly man and a just as severe girl nearly her age staring at her. Questions were asked and answered, and it was determined that she was William's child who had been conceived without the family knowing. As such, she was given a mission.

To train and become a Magi, succeed, and then hunt down her father and kill him. For apparently shortly after her birth, he had gone rogue, killing dozens of fellow family members and magi along the way. If she wished to be accepted into the family, it was a mission she would have to finish.

For their suspicions proved true in her eighth week of training--she had inherited her father's magic: the Ultimate Eye. Where most magi's power was externalized by the slinging of elements towards their adversary, William's progeny had inherited the specialized way in which his magic acted. It would internalize, lacing his form throughout with raw strength, and heightened awareness. Eyes would become filled with crackling white light, and rather abruptly she would be able to move at inhuman speeds nigh inperceivable except for the most well trained eye.

Once she had finished mastering such an art, she went on the hunt. In her fifteenth year of life, after two years of training and three years of searching; she found him. She demanded answers first, why he had abandoned her and her mother--but received none. Instead, he spoke of his plan to olunge the world's magi into a chaotic and costly war--and he wanted her, his daughter, to help him.

She refused, and a daughter crossed swords with her father. Those who were an audience became terrified at the ferocity of their strife, as the two became naught but blurs, and the sound of steel striking steel occurred at a rapid fire pace. Yet in the end, as he wounded his child, William Fairchild would find her sword plunged into his heart--and his reign of terror at an end.

After her recovery, Minerva found herself inheriting his estate, his amassed wealth and the like--alongside begrudging acceptance from her uncle. Where now, as a nineteen year old noble, she lives mostly alone.

Beyond such, little is known about her--less for her face, her ferocity in combat, and the moniker her family gave her: "The Lion's Fang".

Personality Questions

1. The death of her mother.
2. She believes in the mark, but she does not think another will truly love her. She is at the festival to begrudgingly provide security for other curious family members at the behest lf her uncle.
3. Phoenix--hence her marking. For she rose from the ashes of her mother's death to become something incredible.
4. Defeat of her father, and her magic.
5. The fact she couldn't help her mother.
6. Her pride and her service to her family.
7. Her constant loneliness.
8. A clever wit, commitment, and the ability to make her laigh despite oft being soberingly somber.

Extra

Color Code: Red
Theme song: If you like.
Face Claim: If applicable.

Finished!

@Feisty-Pants

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

The Lion's Fang

m.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt9vl8iAN5Q
(What her training was like, if curious)

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The Lion's Fang

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Minerva Fairchild

Age

19

Species

Human

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual

Job

Minerva is a member of the Fairchild family line; in spite of being a black sheep of such, she is a noble and a Magi. She loves on the estate inherited from her father after his demise. Her family's specialty is in that of hunting down dark practitioners of magic.

Appearance

Minerva is a tall, lithe girl of nearly 5'9" in height or so. Regularly she wears clothes fit for a noble, but doesn't mind the more comfortable fashions of the commonfolk. What's most striking about her besides her appearance is that of the elegant rapier sheathed across her back. It is her weapon of choice, crafted for her by the legendary Fairchild blackmsithy. Fairchild weaponry is of quality renown throughout the world and treasured by Magi, specifically. For inscribed upon their flat are runes meticulously crafted to enhance her magical abilities.

Her mark, which is in the shape of a small, abstract phoenix, is located upon the very bottom of her neck on her back.

Likes

• Swordfighting
• Children (Not hers)
• Challenging Trials/Missions
• Her Family (Except her Uncle)
• Sweets

Dislikes

• Bitter food
• People who can't contain their alcohol
• People named after birds
• Slow-witted folks
• Overzealously sour food

Personality

Minerva's personality is focused around being a sharp, pragmatic woman. Without hesitation she fiercely defends her beliefs, as well being more than ready to kill for them. Dangerously clever as she is powerful, she is known to be a brilliant strategist as well as a leader who charges with the front. After all, how could she ask her subordinates to do something she wouldn't? For the hand that casts judgment musn't be afraid of swinging the sword that exacts it.

Biggest Fear

She fears the idea that one day, despite all of her massive efforts, she will be cast out of the Fairchild family line. She has shed blood and tears alike for them...and for such efforts to be forgotten is worse than death.

Greatest Dream

To be held in reverence to the same degree her uncle and cousin are. They are the pilliars of their family, and Mknerva seeks to become one as well.

Background

The history of the Magi known as Minerva Fairchild is one of tribulations, triumph, and sorrow. Her early years were blind to her abilities when it came to magic. She lived alone with her mother, who did her best to raise her daughter despite being in poverty. Due to such, Minerva was humble, but with a razor wit that apparently her father had been known for.

It was a simple life, but one that she treasured. One which came crashing down when her mother fell ill with an incurable disease. Even still, they could not afford a doctor to relieve her of the pain she suffered. It was upon her deathbed that her mother gave the young Minerva of ten years a sketch, with a name written upon the back: William Fairchild, and an address beside it. With her final breaths, her mother instructed her to go to that address, and fall under the care of her uncle. A relative she had never even heard of, let alone meet.

Through rain, storm, misery and hunger did she venture after her mother finally passed, only to stand before a duet of towering, polished oak doors.

She knocked thrice times, the doors opened, and the world went dark.

She awoke in an opulent, elegantly decorated dining hall whoch stretched quite lengthily in both directions, to see a severe looking elderly man and a just as severe girl nearly her age staring at her. Questions were asked and answered, and it was determined that she was William's child who had been conceived without the family knowing. As such, she was given a mission.

To train and become a Magi, succeed, and then hunt down her father and kill him. For apparently shortly after her birth, he had gone rogue, killing dozens of fellow family members and magi along the way. If she wished to be accepted into the family, it was a mission she would have to finish.

For their suspicions proved true in her eighth week of training--she had inherited her father's magic: the Ultimate Eye. Where most magi's power was externalized by the slinging of elements towards their adversary, William's progeny had inherited the specialized way in which his magic acted. It would internalize, lacing his form throughout with raw strength, and heightened awareness. Eyes would become filled with crackling white light, and rather abruptly she would be able to move at inhuman speeds nigh inperceivable except for the most well trained eye.

Once she had finished mastering such an art, she went on the hunt. In her fifteenth year of life, after two years of training and three years of searching; she found him. She demanded answers first, why he had abandoned her and her mother--but received none. Instead, he spoke of his plan to olunge the world's magi into a chaotic and costly war--and he wanted her, his daughter, to help him.

She refused, and a daughter crossed swords with her father. Those who were an audience became terrified at the ferocity of their strife, as the two became naught but blurs, and the sound of steel striking steel occurred at a rapid fire pace. Yet in the end, as he wounded his child, William Fairchild would find her sword plunged into his heart--and his reign of terror at an end.

After her recovery, Minerva found herself inheriting his estate, his amassed wealth and the like--alongside begrudging acceptance from her uncle. Where now, as a nineteen year old noble, she lives mostly alone.

Beyond such, little is known about her--less for her face, her ferocity in combat, and the moniker her family gave her: "The Lion's Fang".

Personality Questions

1. The death of her mother.
2. She believes in the mark, but she does not think another wi truly love her. She is at the festival to begrudgingly provide security for other curious family members at the behest lf her uncle.
3. Phoenix--hence her marking. For she rose from the ashes of her mother's death to become something incredible.
4. Defeat of her father, and her magic.
5. The fact she couldn't help her mother.
6. Her pride and her service to her family.
7. Her constant loneliness.
8. A clever wit, commitment, and the ability to make her laigh despite oft being soberingly somber.

Extra

Color Code: Red
Theme song: If you like.
Face Claim: If applicable.

Finished!

@Feisty-Pants

@FailingForward How about this FC?

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

@Feisty-Pants I like her! I have only one tiny note, which is that the picture, while it has a lot of personality in it isn't really 'on-brand' for the RP; if it's possible to get a different one, she's accepted. I think she'll be a lot of fun (and that she and Delyndra would have a lot to talk about).

@FailingForward

But of course! What kind of flavor are you looking for specifically?

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

@FailingForward

CS is done I think! Please see above.

The Festival of Destiny (High Casual Fantasy Romance)

The Lion's Fang

m.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt9vl8iAN5Q
(What her training was like, if curious)

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The Lion's Fang

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Minerva Fairchild

Age

19

Species

Human

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual

Job

Minerva is a member of the Fairchild family line; in spite of being a black sheep of such, she is a noble and a Magi. She loves on the estate inherited from her father after his demise. Her family's specialty is in that of hunting down dark practitioners of magic.

Appearance

Minerva is a tall, lithe girl of nearly 5'9" in height or so. Regularly she wears clothes fit for a noble, but doesn't mind the more comfortable fashions of the commonfolk. What's most striking about her besides her appearance is that of the elegant rapier sheathed across her back. It is her weapon of choice, crafted for her by the legendary Fairchild blackmsithy. Fairchild weaponry is of quality renown throughout the world and treasured by Magi, specifically. For inscribed upon their flat are runes meticulously crafted to enhance her magical abilities.

Her mark, which is in the shape of a small, abstract phoenix, is located upon the very bottom of her neck on her back.

Likes

• Swordfighting
• Children (Not hers)
• Challenging Trials/Missions
• Her Family (Except her Uncle)
• Sweets

Dislikes

• Bitter food
• People who can't contain their alcohol
• People named after birds
• Slow-witted folks
• Overzealously sour food

Personality

Minerva's personality is focused around being a sharp, pragmatic woman. Without hesitation she fiercely defends her beliefs, as well being more than ready to kill for them. Dangerously clever as she is powerful, she is known to be a brilliant strategist as well as a leader who charges with the front. After all, how could she ask her subordinates to do something she wouldn't? For the hand that casts judgment musn't be afraid of swinging the sword that exacts it.

Biggest Fear

She fears the idea that one day, despite all of her massive efforts, she will be cast out of the Fairchild family line. She has shed blood and tears alike for them...and for such efforts to be forgotten is worse than death.

Greatest Dream

To be held in reverence to the same degree her uncle and cousin are. They are the pilliars of their family, and Mknerva seeks to become one as well.

Background

The history of the Magi known as Minerva Fairchild is one of tribulations, triumph, and sorrow. Her early years were blind to her abilities when it came to magic. She lived alone with her mother, who did her best to raise her daughter despite being in poverty. Due to such, Minerva was humble, but with a razor wit that apparently her father had been known for.

It was a simple life, but one that she treasured. One which came crashing down when her mother fell ill with an incurable disease. Even still, they could not afford a doctor to relieve her of the pain she suffered. It was upon her deathbed that her mother gave the young Minerva of ten years a sketch, with a name written upon the back: William Fairchild, and an address beside it. With her final breaths, her mother instructed her to go to that address, and fall under the care of her uncle. A relative she had never even heard of, let alone meet.

Through rain, storm, misery and hunger did she venture after her mother finally passed, only to stand before a duet of towering, polished oak doors.

She knocked thrice times, the doors opened, and the world went dark.

She awoke in an opulent, elegantly decorated dining hall whoch stretched quite lengthily in both directions, to see a severe looking elderly man and a just as severe girl nearly her age staring at her. Questions were asked and answered, and it was determined that she was William's child who had been conceived without the family knowing. As such, she was given a mission.

To train and become a Magi, succeed, and then hunt down her father and kill him. For apparently shortly after her birth, he had gone rogue, killing dozens of fellow family members and magi along the way. If she wished to be accepted into the family, it was a mission she would have to finish.

For their suspicions proved true in her eighth week of training--she had inherited her father's magic: the Ultimate Eye. Where most magi's power was externalized by the slinging of elements towards their adversary, William's progeny had inherited the specialized way in which his magic acted. It would internalize, lacing his form throughout with raw strength, and heightened awareness. Eyes would become filled with crackling white light, and rather abruptly she would be able to move at inhuman speeds nigh inperceivable except for the most well trained eye.

Once she had finished mastering such an art, she went on the hunt. In her fifteenth year of life, after two years of training and three years of searching; she found him. She demanded answers first, why he had abandoned her and her mother--but received none. Instead, he spoke of his plan to olunge the world's magi into a chaotic and costly war--and he wanted her, his daughter, to help him.

She refused, and a daughter crossed swords with her father. Those who were an audience became terrified at the ferocity of their strife, as the two became naught but blurs, and the sound of steel striking steel occurred at a rapid fire pace. Yet in the end, as he wounded his child, William Fairchild would find her sword plunged into his heart--and his reign of terror at an end.

After her recovery, Minerva found herself inheriting his estate, his amassed wealth and the like--alongside begrudging acceptance from her uncle. Where now, as a nineteen year old noble, she lives mostly alone.

Beyond such, little is known about her--less for her face, her ferocity in combat, and the moniker her family gave her: "The Lion's Fang".

Personality Questions

1. The death of her mother.
2. She believes in the mark, but she does not think another wi truly love her. She is at the festival to begrudgingly provide security for other curious family members at the behest lf her uncle.
3. Phoenix--hence her marking. For she rose from the ashes of her mother's death to become something incredible.
4. Defeat of her father, and her magic.
5. The fact she couldn't help her mother.
6. Her pride and her service to her family.
7. Her constant loneliness.
8. A clever wit, commitment, and the ability to make her laigh despite oft being soberingly somber.

Extra

Color Code: Red
Theme song: If you like.
Face Claim: If applicable.

Finished!

Law, Order, & Equivalence: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

Noting definitive interest. Will have a CS up hopefully tonight. Well, once it's released.

Neo Sorairo

@KoL

Gotcha. Brainstorming to make something odd and fun. Will post as soon as I can.