Post by witch on Nov 8, 2020 13:29:03 GMT 10
Bio:
Birth name: Faeya Heart
Other names: TOY (by the king), Prize (by the Prince and her beloved (though for two very different reasons))
Titles: Human/Thorthy/ Queen
Appearance:
Race: Human
Height: 1.62m
Hair: Chocolate Brown with soft waves reaching the mid of her back. Often found loose (As the king loves to brush his fingers throw it) Or a ponytail (great for pulling and taming)
Eyes: Black/brown deep and soulful.
History prior to story:
Faeya was born within the human realm to parents who, she sadly never really got to know. Her mother died shortly after she was born and her father... was something of a mystery only seeming to deepen when talk of fairy tales and myth seemed to arise. Being the curious girl that she always was she started looking for answers though it became hard bouncing from one home to another finally running away when she saw something that still rocks her today.
Unsure if she was being chased by the 'demon' with blood dripping down his face she ran only to fall exhausted into an unknown fairy ring... out of the pot and into the fire. She is now the Fay kings prized toy said to be his future bride and mother to his heir as soon as he can plant seed within her human womb having learnt that some strange illness and magic prevents most magical creatures from this gift. It has only been made worse since she has NO hope of leaving, tied to him in every way, though she has found one small spark of light within her darkness that being the man that is called "Don" the fire-breather of the circus that is now her life.
Personality:
Faeya WAS a rather easy going person and in many ways still is. She does however find herself holding her tongue more often then not this partly being because of the kings spells placed upon her which forbids her from speaking to another man or even SEEING them. She used to be strong-willed though that has slowly been broken though she speaks her mind, it often ending her up in trouble. She daydreams for often then not trying to escape the life that has been shackled to her while trying to break the chains before it truly is to late.
Birth name: Faeya Heart
Other names: TOY (by the king), Prize (by the Prince and her beloved (though for two very different reasons))
Titles: Human/Thorthy/ Queen
Appearance:
Race: Human
Height: 1.62m
Hair: Chocolate Brown with soft waves reaching the mid of her back. Often found loose (As the king loves to brush his fingers throw it) Or a ponytail (great for pulling and taming)
Eyes: Black/brown deep and soulful.
History prior to story:
Faeya was born within the human realm to parents who, she sadly never really got to know. Her mother died shortly after she was born and her father... was something of a mystery only seeming to deepen when talk of fairy tales and myth seemed to arise. Being the curious girl that she always was she started looking for answers though it became hard bouncing from one home to another finally running away when she saw something that still rocks her today.
Unsure if she was being chased by the 'demon' with blood dripping down his face she ran only to fall exhausted into an unknown fairy ring... out of the pot and into the fire. She is now the Fay kings prized toy said to be his future bride and mother to his heir as soon as he can plant seed within her human womb having learnt that some strange illness and magic prevents most magical creatures from this gift. It has only been made worse since she has NO hope of leaving, tied to him in every way, though she has found one small spark of light within her darkness that being the man that is called "Don" the fire-breather of the circus that is now her life.
Personality:
Faeya WAS a rather easy going person and in many ways still is. She does however find herself holding her tongue more often then not this partly being because of the kings spells placed upon her which forbids her from speaking to another man or even SEEING them. She used to be strong-willed though that has slowly been broken though she speaks her mind, it often ending her up in trouble. She daydreams for often then not trying to escape the life that has been shackled to her while trying to break the chains before it truly is to late.