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Cleome (Cleo) Fayreh
Age:
Appears 28
Gender:
Female
What Makes You A Misfit?:
She is a Fae-person, specifically an Unseelie Fae, but that is unknown even to herself.
What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:
The Classified Crew is a much better situation than getting poked and prodded every hour of every day. At least Cleo gets to watch the sunrise in the morning and the stars come out at night.
Appearance:
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Her wings and antlers retract within her body to give her a normal appearance. She is 5'9", petite for Fae-kind, and curvy. Creamy, fair skin with a silver shimmer especially in the moonlight.
Personality:
Cleome is a bit aloof. Many assume that she is younger than her actual age due to being so spacey and sweet. She is deceptively clever in tricky situations and is loyal to those who show her a kind, helping hand. If someone hurts a person she cares about, this winged creature won't hesitate to rip the attacker limb to limb.
Skills/Abilities:
Abilities:
Profient in hand-to-hand combat, specifically daggers and bows
Knowledgeable about medicinal herbs and plants to make First-Aid items.
Can pick locks and keycodes easily.
Skills:
Misdirect and debate: She's good at distracting people with her words and body language.
Creative Strategist: Can find creative solutions to her problems.
Secretly she's multi-lingual in several different races/species languages due to being a royal of her kind.
Powers/Magic:
Vocal Pathokensis: Can use her singing voice to manipulate those who hear it.
Shapeshifting: She can shift into a black swan, a black spotted leopard, and a black and silver doe with antlers.
Botanokensis: Can control plants to fight with or draw extra power from in a pinch.
Backstory:
Cleome woke up in an Earth realm forest about 600 years ago, ever since then she's been wandering the world in search of where to go back home to the Fae realm. Fast forward to modern times and she learned that Earth isn't so welcoming to her kind. Someone spotted her in her Fae form with her antlers and wings, they called some soldiers onto her campsite. She was captured and experimented on for decades before she broke out after learning how to study number patterns and codes.
Cleo doesn't remember a lot about her life before waking up in the Earth realm. But she does receive flashes and dreams of what her life once was when she sleeps. Since her time in captivity, the experiments scrambled her thoughts, hence her aloof and spacey personality. She is extremely afraid of three things: needles, small cages, and iron cuffs. Loud and busy cities bother her sensitive hearing. Out of all the bad things that have happened to her, Cleome seems to find the brighter side of things in life. Like enjoying a piece of chocolate after a hard day's work.
Cleome just wants to live on a cabin farm deep in the middle of the woods with her plants and animals away from the bustle of people. Some day, hopefully soon, she can live out that dream.
RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):
'4...8...2...3...7...2'
Cleome only had so long before the guards would switch shifts and they would notice that she was gone. She smiled happily as the metal door slid open to reveal the receptionist's office. Before she entered, she sang her hypnotic tune soft enough that the receptionist was too enveloped to react. Cleo scurried up behind the receptionist and took the keycard from her pocket.
"Be a dear and erase all traces of me," Cleo cooed as she watched the receptionist look up her profile and begin deleting everything that had been recorded of her. The Fae woman couldn't help but think of how soft the blonde receptionist's hair was and how pretty the blonde would look in a window on the center of a sharp spike. Her focus returned as she hummed once again. "Good little human. Now erase all camera evidence of me leaving and once I am gone, forget about me," She patted the receptionist's head before she left out the door with the keycard to the outside world in hand.
Thankfully, the night was moonless and Cleome had to just avoid the spotlights. Twisting and fluttering, she danced and hovered in the darkness, moving like the ghost of a ballerina. Except she was not dressed in a pretty costume, no. The scientists never allowed her to wear something so special, she had to wear a white shirt and white sweatpants. A crime for one who saw the world in its brilliant hues of color.
Cleome made it to the guardsmen's personal vehicle parking lot just in time as the current shift was leaving for the night, or what was already morning? It was hard to tell without the moon. Cleo winced in pain as she sheaded her antlers and her wings became like a tattoo on her upper back, reaching from shoulder to shoulder. She found a guard that had a pickup truck and quickly slipped into the back while he was still discussing the night with another guard.
Just as the man was headed down the road, Cleome began to sing again, luring him in thanks to his window rolled down for his cigarette. His eyes glazed over as he pulled over to let Cleo in his truck. She smiled as she clicked her seatbelt and gestured down the road. "To the next town please," she spoke with such ease and kindness that her now mindless human slave had no choice but to obey while she hummed along with the radio.
