Post by Faythe on Dec 7, 2010 13:30:41 GMT -5
Name: Faythe Smith {Foxy}
Age: 19 years old
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: fox
Appearance:
Age: 19 years old
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: fox
Appearance:
Personality:
Human form:
Faythe is what many would consider drop dead gorgeous on first obstructed glance. Slender and nearly six feet tall she's all legs and curves in the right places and she knows it. Hair is bright red and falls in a curtain down her back to twirl lightly around her waist. In the front of her hair are two lighter streaks that frame her face from a dye job gone wrong. These two strands are much shorter then the rest of her hair, resting around her face to her chin and no longer then that. Eyes are a fierce and bright green that spark with her fiery personality and capture many a human man's heart. The confessions of love were enough to drive her crazy before she moved.
Faythe isn't perfect though. Her face is sharp and stern and with a scar running over the bridge of her nose and across her cheek all the way to her ear make many reconsider their first assumptions about her, and many back off because they think her too much trouble or too marred to give a chance. There is also a scar that goes all around her neck as if she'd been collared at some point in her life. She hides this with a ribbon necklace that sports a heart pendant hanging from it. If ever Faythe was to take her clothes off, which she does often enough shifting, you'd see long scars across her back that cut deep towards the beginning and taper off, another testimony of her nature and her past. Another deep scar cuts across her ribs across her ribs. If those weren't enough there's another noticeable one that cuts into her hip and disappears beneath her low cut jeans. Don't ask her about it she won't tell. She also won't tell you about the scars that circle her wrists. If you like a fighter she's for you. If you want a sexy trophy girl you'd best be looking elsewhere because she's less then presentable in my human social groups.
Faythe has a style all her own that usually consists of tank tops that don't touch the top of grungy low cut jeans or sweatshirts much to big for her slender figure and a rough ponytail thrown into her hair. If she could she'd go barefoot all the time. Instead she settles for thin tennis shoes that are easily slipped off when she wants to run as an animal. Another thing about Faythe's style is that she's a bit geeky. Nothing speaks of this more then the d20 tattooed behind her right ear or the renaissance style earring that cages her whole left ear. Though she's stopped wearing that except for on special occassions. With her ribbon necklace in place she'll head out without any adornment and especially doesn't wear makeup. Ta da. You've got Faythe, also playfully called Foxy.
Fox Form:
Faythe's fox form is just as lanky as her human form is and can sometimes be more equally equated to a maned wolf, though she's no where near that large. As her hair would suggest she's as red a fox as they come. Meerly a coincidence really, but anyways we digress. Faythe's paws are deep black but fade to gray as soon as the color her elbows on her front legs. At the top of each black stocking there is a splash of white ringing around it. Back paws are black to meerly to the first crook of her leg and from there its bright red all the way up. Her tail is her pride and joy. About half a length longer then your average fox hers is completely pitch black with a splash of white on the very tip. Your average foxy white chest accompanies her facade but darker russet red colors sweet beneath each eye. On the one side interrupted by the same scar that's visible in her human form. Ears are rimmed in black and her right ear is splashed with white as a little reminder that this is Faythe.
For being part of the Thieves Faythe can be called explosive and fiery. A temper accompanies this red head everywhere she goes. Get into a yelling argument with her and she's bound to throw the first punch no matter if she can win or not. Her mouth is faster then her brain and this causes her all sorts of headaches as she rarely has a kind word to say. If you get one think of yourself as lucky. The layer beneath mean Faythe isn't much different but there is a bit of kindness stored there for special occassions...like your birthday...or....your birthday...maybe.History:
All strut and talk there's quite a bit of room to doubt her bite, but do that and you'll end up pummeled before you can blink. Faythe uses surprise to her advantage in both social interactions and fights. Insert some lude comment into a conversation and you may just make them so confused that you have time to escape and believe you me, Faythe's language can be as lude and abrasive as anything else. Ethan once told her her mind had taken up permanent residency in the gutter.
Faythe isn't all rainbows and butterflies though because there is an even more dangerous and unpredictable side to her. The side that is terrified at the thought of intimate physical contact. Touch her shoulder to get her attention and you may find yourself flat on the floor before you can blink and Faythe never says she's sorry. In her mind you deserved what was coming. Another fear for her is dark spaces. She won't walk down a dark alley alone, and sometimes won't even walk down a dark hallway alone.
One last thing. Faythe doesn't like to hear about her scars. This is especially directed towards men. Walk up to her. Toss out a pickup line before you actually look at her and then say anything about the scar that marks her face or the one that plays peek-a-boo around her neck and she'll have you thoroughly beat and make sure that you won't be picking up any girls. Are we totally clear?
Sexy. Bad ass. Angry as hell itself. Did I miss anything?
ChildhoodSample:
Faythe was born to Marie and Charles Smith and was one of a set of twins. Her brother was Ethan Smith and together they faced the world fearless. Marie Smith was born to two shifters but she herself didn't have the ability to shift and this caused her much grief with her family. When she met Charles though she thought maybe she'd give a shifter a chance. Eventually it was love at....twentieth sight. Then your average fairytale ending with the perfect family and blahdy blah.
Faythe and Ethan were trouble makers before they could shift. They were into anything and everything and there was really no stopping them. The evil dynamic duo could trash the house in less then two hours when it took their mother all day to clean it and this evil superpower of theirs only got worse as they got older. Their first shift was celebrated as two little foxes dashed around the house before one would shift back and roll into a wall or be stuck beneath the couch. How would their parents be able to control these two youngsters?
Now the trouble makers had a means of trouble they'd never imagined before. Smirking at one another they'd sneak out of their fenced in yard and shift as quickly as they could before running to the farm down the street. The farmer had chickens you see, and what's more fun then scaring chickens? When you're ten, nothing is more fun then scaring chickens. One night they left for their routine chicken scaring, that they'd obviously been told a million times not to do, and were just getting the chickens to squawk up a storm when a beam of light landed on the red fox and the silver fox. They were frozen, what could they do? They didn't have time to think as the horrible sound of a shotgun cocking finally made the decision for them. Run.
They ran as fast as they could as shots rang out behind them and the farmer chased the two little unexperienced shifters. Leaping a bank Faythe shifted unexpectedly on the other side. Eyes were wide with horror as Ethan whimpered and nipped her hands to ask her to run, but she was frozen. Another shot clipped the top of the bank and the shock sent her into another shift. Eyes were wide with exhaustion and fear as the two foxes cowered until they heard a howl. Dad!
Surely their dad would be able to save them. Peeking their heads over the bank they saw the coyote streak towards the farmer. The telltale black streak down his hind end telling them it was their father. They let out little yips of joy as their dad snapped and circled the farmer causing him to curse and stumble backwards. As he stumbled Charles turned to snatch up his children. Looking them over quickly before grabbing their tiny scruffs and booking it back towards the house. One last shot rang out and Charles' body jerked but he kept his pace as steady as he could until they reached the house.
Marie flung the door open and snatched Faythe and Ryan from Charles before she noticed Charles sagging. He'd been shot...kinda obvious from the blood, but mentioned nonetheless. Shifting back his yell startled his children into their own shift back. They shivered as they watched wide eyed as their mother tutted helplessly over Charles. He smiled at her and whispered something inaudible to the twins before he looked at them and said sternly,"Be good."
An ambulance was called. A funeral was held. Marie was thrown into your average depression for awhile, but life moved on and the twins and Marie moved from their little house in the country to a house on the very outskirts of the big city. The yard was fenced in so not even a mouse could escape and their lives began again.
Teenage Years
Living in the city was different for the twins then their easy going country life. Now thirteen they had a handle on their shifting, but they still enjoyed a frolic or two as their fox selves. Marie frowned upon her shifting children now and any mention of shifting around their mother had them grounded and scolded before they could blink. Ethan and Faythe stuck close to each other while at school and even got into a fight with their principal for putting them in different classes. That brought a very unhappy Marie into the school, but her involvement in the twins life was dwindling and to be honest, the twins didn't care as they began to rely on each other even more then usual.
As sixteen rolled around both of the twins shot up and began to get notice from those of the opposite sex. Both received the attention like the flirts they were then. Eventually Ethan got involved with a girl from the darker part of town. He began to run things for her brother and pull in some extra cash. He said it was so him and Faythe didn't have to live with Marie any longer, so they could be their own people. Faythe would just frown because she knew that things like this never turned out well.
Still, Ethan saved up enough money for the twins to move into a shady apartment further into the city. It wasn't fabulous but it was all theirs and there were no questions asked. When the landlord did ask Ethan had a way of persuading him to not ask again. Faythe was happy going to school and dancing, but Ethan dropped out and began to be more involved in things that are best left in the dark. This meant that he wasn't home as often and Faythe was often left to her own devices.
One such night Faythe was walking up to her apartment when a hand closed around her shoulder from behind. There was no instant panic as the touch wasn't violent...or it didn't start out that way. Turning to look at who held her arm captive the playful scowl on her face twisted into something between confusion, rage and fear. Large man had a hold of her and a wicked smile graced his face as he chuckled and said,"You'll work. All alone every night. No on will notice." Faythe panicked and her backpack tumbled to the ground as she sucked in a breath to scream but before she could make a noise a hand came down across her face. The slap echoed in the empty halls as Faythe's head spun from the impact. The man was chuckling as he grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder. If anyone noticed then no one said anything. In this part of town you didn't talk out against anyone.
They Called it Hell
Kidnappings weren't that uncommon in the part of town that Ethan decided to leave his sister so no one really took him all that seriously in his search for her. Dropping all his shady business he vowed to find his sister, but vows only take you so far.
Faythe was taken by the big man to a place that flashed with neon lights at night and looked rundown and unoccupied during the day. As he carried her eyes went wide as she saw other girls there. Makeup ran down their faces as they stood in cages dangling from the ceiling and moved almost mechanically as men, and women, sat or stood around them watching and wolf whistling. Awesome. Faythe kicked the guy who carried her and he grunted and buckled ever so slightly. Taking the opportunity she pushed off of him and bit his hand when he tried to catch her. Hitting the ground her feet quickly began moving as she booked it towards the door. Suddenly a loud crack snapped through the air and Faythe buckled and dropped to the ground with a scream of agony. Huge gash opened across her back as she gasped and tried to scramble to her feet before a hand balled in her long red hair and yanked her head back. Above her stood a snarling man. With a sneer he said,"You're mine now pretty."
After that orders were barked as Faythe was hoisted to her feet and handcuffed before being dragged through the horrid place full of robot-like girls and then up some stairs to a room less rundown but still nothing to be proud of. The sneering man gave her another horrid grin before she was pushed into the room and he rose. Handcuffed, Faythe backed to the wall as he made his way towards her. She kicked out and missed and before she could gear up again he had her pressed against the wall and was crooning at her in a disgusting manner. Finger traced over her cheek before she snapped her head to the side and sunk teeth into his hand. He howled with pain before he dislodged her and drew a knife. Faythe froze at the sight before he smirked and began tracing the line he'd made with his finger, knife now pressing into the soft skin of Faythe's face as tears rolled down. "Such a pretty face. Too bad you made me have to do this."
After that it was all downhill. A collar was equipped tightly around her neck and rubbed the skin there raw as handcuffs cut into her wrists as she tried to release herself from them. At seventeen Faythe was still very naive about the world, but this brought things to her attention that she'd never wanted to know. Tied to a bedpost, chair or even a table she was like a dog to the sneering man. She saw all manner of underground deal made. Eyes always caught on barely visible shifter marks before they turned to the shifter's eyes. If they cared about her situation, nobody showed it. Eventually Faythe just sat there and stared at the floor, until the day that a rival dealer busted in.
That day set her free, accidently of course. These turf wars were always rather trivial to her. Sneering man was shot and retreated as brother man entered the house, all swagger. Seeing Faythe she could see the disgust at the scars here and there, but he was a man. Unhooking her collar and releasing her wrists he thought he'd have a meek girl on his hands. Instead he found a fist buried in his gut and a knee in his side and as he dropped there was a whispered,"Not ever again brother man." That done Faythe booked it out of their faster than a bat out of hell and never looked back.
Gang Days
In looking for his sister Ethan was soon recruited by the Thieves. Why not be part of something bigger? Help them fight and live? Still this also limited the places where he could look for his sister. She had to show up in some part of the city eventually...right?
Meanwhile Faythe was wandering the streets. Men whistled at her only to be faced with a very angry and snarling Faythe, the scar curling over her face making her ferocity that much more intimidating. Having found clothes she wandered from place to place, not really knowing where she was. Shelpey Alley was a last stop on her route really. Having been just a skip from it it'd been easy to get the bus fare to get there. Wasn't that where they'd lived? She wasn't really sure anymore. Wandering down the sidewalk staring at her bare feet wondering if she'd really find Ethan again she was shocked to hear her name. Stopping she tilted her head as it was yelled again. It sounded so far away. Looking around she saw a tall man with tousled black hair standing at the very end of the street. Ethan? Why didn't he come any closer?
Slowly Faythe made her way towards the tall man. It could very well be someone else. As she got closer she could see Ethan dancing on what seemed to be an invisible line. Why wouldn't he come closer? The thought was loud in her head as she walked slowly towards his open arms before he snatched her up and pulled her close. Faythe was rigid with panic as her brother hugged her, but he didn't notice. Instead he had a one sided heartfelt reunion with his sister. Faythe just nodded or shook her head to his questions and his chatting about what he'd been up to and the Thieves that he'd joined. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder he began to lead her away. To where she wasn't even sure.
As they walked Ethan carefully twisted and turned through alleys. Not even bothering to look around as Faythe shuddered with anxiety that he mistook as cold. As he stopped to give his jacket to her Faythe watched two men melt from the shadows. A small yip escaped her and caused Ethan to spin around. His teeth were bared as he snapped,"Dare. You know this isn't your territory." One of the men chuckled before shrugging as suddenly Ethan and the man lunged and met with a crash. The other man quickly bore down on Faythe. Leg swung up and smashed into the side of his head causing him to stumble and growl before he moved forwards again. Backed into a wall he blocked any escape and drew a knife with a wicked grin. "'S shame that you're a Thief or I'd keep your pretty self all for m'self." Cringing at his words she let out a small whimper as his blade cut into her hip and he rumbled,"Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun a'fore I kill ya though." His blade bit deeper as he ran it over her hip and into her thigh before stopping and bringing the blade up to her collar bone. Eyes glistened with tears as the blade point was run slowly over her pale skin. There was no cut made up here...yet and there wouldn't be.
Faythe's hand wrapped around the hilt of another dagger as she slowly drew it as he bent his head closer to her neck. His own blade probably forgotten. Working up the nerve she quickly shoved the dagger in her hand up into the side of the man's neck, just below his jaw. He bellowed for but a moment before he staggered backwards and crumpled to the ground as hands flailed uselessly around the hilt that stuck out of his neck. Looking up to where Ethan fought she saw the look of surprise on the man who was fighting her brother. Ethan turned his head for a moment and Faythe couldn't help but scream no as the man drove a knife deep into her brother's gut. Running felt like slow motion as he fell and the large man winked at Faythe. A snarl was thrown his way as green eyes bore into him as he booked it.
Ethan was gasping as he pressed hands to his side. When Faythe came over he told her to use his phone and call the first number. Quickly complying she relayed everything that Ethan told her to in his wheezy pain filled voice. There was some confirmation and something about coming to get them, but Faythe wasn't interested in that. Closing the phone she held Ethan's head on her lap as he smiled at her and said,"Sorry I couldn't find you sooner. You'll like the Thieves though. Love ya Foxy." That was the last coherent thing that he said and like that she was pushed into the Thieves despite her being reluctant to be part of anything. Still, she couldn't bear the thought of just quitting for no reason. What she does know is that she'll have revenge, whether the Thieves agree with it or not.
Pounding filled the dark silence as the slender girl lay staring at the ceiling in her mostly dark room. A single candle flickering and casting shadows on her walls. It was better then the dark though. Red hair lay around the girl's head in a halo as green eyes stared up blankly. This was how most days started for the firecracker girl. Some staring, a pounding headache and the horrible memory of finding her brother dead in a fight that hadn't been theirs to start with. Finally, long pale legs swung off the side of the bed before lifting the slender girl's body from its warm and safe bed. A shiver went through her as feet stepped lightly across the cold floor of her room.Other:
Flicking on the light she jumped as she caught sight of herself in the mirror on the wall. A frown curled her thin mouth as slender brows came together in an angry scowl at herself. She shouldn't be afraid of her own reflection. Turning back to her small room she pulled out some clothes and peeled off her pajamas before slipping into a fitted tee and sliding some flared jeans over her hips. Staring down at her barefeet she shrugged and decided that today was not a shoes day. Taming her long hair into a ponytail Faythe sighed before murmuring,"Time to face the day I suppose." Opening the door she peaked into the hallway. Empty. Just the way she liked it.
With a sigh Faythe slipped into the hall before walking quickly towards the kitchen. Turning a corner she squeaked when she nearly ran into a large shifter. He was taller then herself with shaggy hair and was as big as a mountain. He reached out a hand to steady her and Faythe flinched away before saying in that sharp Faythe voice many knew well,"Gosh Ryan you scared me half to death! You should not be sneaking around corners. You'll break someone." A halfhearted glare was thrown up at the large man who meerly smiled and rumbled,"Faythe. I am much to big for sneaking. I'll leave that to you foxes." He winked at her before walking around her and leaving her to consider if she really snuck around all that often.
As she walked quietly into the kitchen she was still deep in thought as she snagged a few pieces of toast and some bacon along with a cup of juice before slipping back out and long the hallway to her room. Munching on her goodies she plopped onto her bed before stopping midbite and announcing to her empty room,"Well hell. I am a sneak." Oh realization. How refreshing is your sweet call.
Her shifter tattoo is located on her hip just below the scar there. Its a faded russet red like the fur of a fox. Her brother's was in the same place on his body but his was black tinted with silvers.
She's very reluctant to be part of the Thieves, but joined for her dead brother despite her love of violence and fighting.
Sexy to some. Disgusting to others. Be careful what you compliment her on because she doesn't take anything the right way....ever.