Chani Fhae

Cima Fhae
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Your Go-To Girl!
Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Birthplace	The Black Shroud
Age	18 (as of 1577)
Occupation	?

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Cima Fhae [see-ma • f/r/-ay; translated treasure faerie] is a... well, that is...

"Is it a needful thing?"

Credit to Knave for allowing me to use their pretty layout coding scheme! d(=^･ω･^=)b

Character

Appearance

A slight sprite of a creature with delicate features, Fhae is... a wisp of smoke. Shaped lithe, her muscles are wanting - though that isn't to say she lacks tone entirely, she's just built for agility; defensive, not offensive. A figure that - in design - seems graceful... but in actuality, luckless and gawky.

Her hair is a mint green, fashioned in pig-tails and parted just off-center. Fhae's eyes are a piercing red wreathed in a long lace of lash and darkened along the corners by kohl, charred petals and/or stones. A noticeable scar tapers over Fhae's left eye (a product of her clumsiness and ill-timing.) Her skin, blemished here and there by other noteworthy injuries, is the typical Keeper complexion and as such, burns easily in sunlight.

Around her neck dangles a bell-pendant - tinkling like wind-chimes with the subtlest of movements. Fhae also commits to the time-honoured tribal paint of her people, accentuating her cheeks with blue-purple flicks and edges.

Personality

(,,,)(=^.^=)(,,,) To be adjusted.

Interests ■ Horticulture, herbalism ■ Treasure, baubles and antiquities ■ Chasing the dream, fairytales ■ Mischief and mayhem

Concerns ■ War, conflict, humanity ■ Elementals, The Twelve ■ Battle prowess - rather, lack there of. ■ The Future

Other ■ Namesday: 13/04, 1559 ■ Guardian: Nymeia, the Spinner ■ Alignment: ■ Theme Song: What a Life ■ Voice: ♫ (Eleven)

Story

Overview

■ Born in the Eastern Shroud to the Fhae family - shamans regarded for their mystery, cunning and eerie intuition. Clan totem: (red-eyed) frog.

■ Raised harmoniously with the forest and its spirits; affinity for nature, as expected for a Fhae. However: not particularly as clever (or attentive) as her kin and struggles to prove herself as time goes on.

■ Occasionally visits Gridania and hamlets as they wander the Twelveswood - selling/exchanging herbs (medicines, spices; incense), their "gift of divine insight" (fortune-telling), etc.

■ A fateful night by campfire: their (proud) perception neglects to caution them of a nearby Ixali troop. Slaughtered or separated but all lost, Cima Fhae (eight cycles at this point) is a lonely survivor.

■ While slinking through the Twelveswood a half-cycle later, Cima is drawn into the throng of trees by a familiar song. She stumbles upon a campsite, unknowingly discovering the wandering swordsman, Fohcs, fast asleep. Foolishly drinks from a pot of mushroom-tea and finds herself [down The Rabbit Hole]. Fohcs rescues Cima from the self-induced nightmare and shows her the "bright side." Cima pours her lonely little heart out.

■ The two decide to stick together and lead a nomadic life for several years - every once and a while reacquainting themselves with civilization. Fohcs' views and values grow on Cima and she adopts many of his attributes as her own, considering him a funny-sort-of-father-like-figure. Troublesome duo of teacher and student.

■ More to come.

Passages

East Shroud. 1567. Curiousity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought her back.

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. . . ~ O! what a fright

Vica'a! Risa!

. . . ~ Guide to grave . . .

Muma! Pupa...

... They're all...

. . . ~ O, vanish in night

... All...

. . . ~ There's nothing left to save . . .

I'm all alone.

. . . ~ O! little light . . . little light . . . little . . . light . . .

Cima Fhae awoke with a start. The boughs of her perch quivered and creaked, and she thought with sleepy wonderment if her shaking was enough to tremble the entirety of a tree. Of course not she realized with the gradual re-emergence of her senses. A storm brews. She reached to the vine-snare adjacent to her living-branch, retrieving and equipping her bow and quiver before descending the length of the tree with astonishing fleetness for one arising from a drowse. Her feet met the floor at the precise instant thunder shattered overhead - and had she not been in a foul mood, she would've mused (as children do) that she carried with her the weight of giants, even her footsteps were thunder!

Bouncing away from her forest-fort with a whispering fare-well, Fhae attempted to free her mind of night-terrors by focusing on her objective: storms spooked the wildlife and, with the tree-leaves caught up in excited chatter for the anticipated rain, now was her chance to hunt. She had never been good at the hunt - her brothers and sisters and cousins were of the bow, she... was of the "flower." Her mother had put it kindly. Taja thought she was disgraceful. But what had she known anyway - she had all boys. Euna had been able to talk to the forest, too! But then - muma thought it was bugs that did it - Euna went deaf. And she couldn't teach me about the forest-talk anymore.

Fhae halted her sprint, faced with a fork in one of the Twelveswoods' many roads. Crouched low among the brush as she considered her direction, a sudden voice struck out to her. That there was even a voice here was curious enough... a stringed song, both foreboding and alluring in sound. Ears cocked, she listened closely... incredulously... and with a pang found its familiarity:

~ O! little light

~ Direct me stray

~ O, forgetful sprite

~ I'm lost on my way

That song drifted from beyond the paths, and so Fhae followed. Gentle drops of rain began their pitter-patter and the Shroud heaved a sigh.

~ O! silly wight

~ Faltering candle

~ O, out of sight

~ You're quite the vandal

She felt like she was walking through a dream.

~ O! what a fright

~ Guide to grave

~ O, vanish in night

~ There's nothing left to save. . .

Nearly there, and Fhae was creeping with the softness of a mouse. She could make out firelight among the trees.

. . . ~ O . . . little . . . light . . .

The final verse faded in a ghostly hush as she stalked out from among the branches and skirted the small campsite; analyzing the area. Her stomach tightened as she realized the only form of life there seemed to be... fast asleep; a large shape, curled among blankets. The fire was flickering to a finish. But... who? Fhae felt her face contorting miserably as the tears began to well. She was defeated. Sopping wet, she moved slowly out into the openness of the glade and tip-toed to what remained of the fire, desiring warmth as she fell to an overwhelming wave of loss and self-pity. The stranger had constructed a sort of hanging-blanket (tarp) as shelter for himself and his things, and as she approached the pit she noticed a silver-bowl dangling over the dwindling flames. Sniffling, she peeked into the pot, and found her tears melted away from the wafting steam. Tea... she deduced upon further inspection, and again she was reminded of (what felt like) a life long past. Story-telling by moonlight with muma's tea and honey... and pupa's music... With a glance to her side, Fhae discovered a discarded cup among fabric-covers and stooped to pick it up. She submerged the glass, dipping it, and with the retract noticed fragments floating in the drink... but with a sniff, it smelled of nothing but peppermint. Shrugging, she sipped at the hot beverage while avoiding the foreign scraps. A tranquil warmth gradually sunk in as she swallowed the draught. WIP.

That music... Curiousity spiked, Fhae turned to examine the small grounds for the instrument she had heard. WIP

Relationships

Melle Cranberry:

Miscellaneous

RP Preferences

Inspiration

■ Day-dreamer - Alice in Wonderland

■ The Duo - The Professional

■ Fohcs - Gurney Halleck

■ Stray Cat - O'Malley the Alley Cat

Rumours Word of mouth. True or False? ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ ■ ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■

Wanted (,,,)(=^.^=)(,,,) To be adjusted.

Images

■ Art

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”Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?”

■ Beta

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