Faiyth (prime)

Faiyth Faiyth - (Made by Faiyth with DreamAI) Faiyth Race Dark Elf Hometown Landing Profession Sorcerer (though she claims she's a rogue) Religion Tonis Affiliation(s) Silvergate Inn Disposition Flirty Greatest Strength Passionate, stands up for her Kobold clan Greatest Weakness Doesn't believe in love Hobbies Kobold things, collecting dresses, flirting Likes Tonis, half-elven men, flirting Dislikes Pirates and Roltons Fears Marriage Children None

Appearance

You see Faiyth.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She is of petite stature and has a delicately boned, waifish body. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has thickly lashed almond-shaped misty lilac eyes and flawless petal-soft caramel toned skin. She has long, vibrant, multi-toned silver hair tumbling down to her thighs in a cloud of tousled loose curls. She has an oval-shaped face accentuated by high cheekbones and slender ears that upturn, gently, into delicate points. She has generous, heart-shaped lips that boast a natural raspberry pigment. She has gold-striated autumn red lacquer brushed onto her well-manicured teardrop-shaped fingernails.
She has a fanciful white pegasus tattoo on her ankle.
She is holding a massively interwoven illthorn staff ensnaring an intricate pegasus-etched orb in her right hand.
She is wearing a crude kobold-crafted talisman, a semi-sheer harvest gold shoulder-wrap made of wispy silk, a thigh-length eahnor red silk dress swirled with golden undertones, a gladiolus-set almond suede satchel slung over her shoulder, a multitude of carmine bracelets dotted with star-cut rubies, and some cross-strapped carmine sandals with high-heels.

Faiyth - (Made by Faiyth with DreamAI)

Faiyth - (Made by Faiyth with DreamAI)

Early Life

Faiyth is the product of the assault of her sylvankind mother named Meekia by her dark elven father, Teron. Though Meekia was a sweet woman, Faiyth's father Teron is a infamous dark elven pirate whose heartless attacks of seaside towns had been ongoing for years. He had no conscious and killed indiscrimately, leaving many families destroyed.

When Faiyth was born, Teron got word that he was a father and hunted down Faiyth and her mother when Faiyth was no more than a few days old. Upon finding them he murdered her mother and dumped baby Faiyth in the kobold village, hoping the creatures would finish her off.

The kobolds found her squirming and wiggling hilarious and instead raised her as one of them, though she was proclaimed by them to be the ugliest of them all. After much teasing and vaguely hilarious abuse by her kobold clanmates, she accidentally killed one who'd been bullying her rather bad and ended up being kicked out of the kobold village until she could learn to control her dark sorcerer magic.

Ashamed that she couldn't control herself she ventured to the Landing where she secretly began to learn her sorcery and get proficient at it. While there she met a half-elven man, dark, tall and handsome of course, and fell hopelessly in love. It being her first love she was quite naive. After their engagement Faiyth learned her fiance was cheating on her with a ton of other women and something inside her snapped. On that day she decided that men were dogs and couldn't be trusted. So she vowed to treat them like the animals they were and never again fall in love or allow them to hurt her.

Present Day

Today Faiyth lives in the Landing, though she often visits her kobold clansmen in the kobold village. She's big on protecting her clan and can often be found in the kobold village yelling at people and chasing off any would be "murderers" from the village.

She currently owns over 1000 dresses because of her intense obsession with clothing. Having been raised by kobolds she tends to love anything sparkly or fancy. For this reason she has hoarded everything she can find into her lockers like a good little kobold packrat.

She absolutely hates boats and pirates because of her father and tries hard to never be caught out on open water without tons of friends. She worries someday her father Teron might learn she's alive and come finish the job by killing her. She can sometimes be found out at sea looking for her pirate father with a ginormous bunch, hoping to kill him before he can kill her.

When Faiyth's not hanging out with her kobold clansmen, hunting her father or hoarding tons of dresses, she can be found flirting or drinking heavily at Helga's or various other establishments. She still hates men and wants nothing more than to prove to them that she will never be fooled by any of them ever again. She hates love and believes it's all a farce meant to keep women down. She never wants to be married and vows to treat men as they treat women, as nothing more than toys to be played with and immediately discarded.

Prized Possessions

a crude kobold-crafted talisman
SHOW: The talisman is strung with leather that weaves tightly around a circular chunk of rolton bone that has been painted with many symbols.  The symbols are hard to decipher because they all look like big globs of paint.  The writing along the bottom of the bone is even harder to read due to many misspellings and the overall messiness of the creator's handwriting, but despite all that, one manages to read, "Faiyth, official member of the Kobold Clan."

Faiyth's talisman is her most treasured item. No matter what glamorous sparkly ensemble she has on, this is always befriending it. This was gifted to her by Blarghe, her clan's shaman, when she first joined the kobold clan. She keeps it near her heart to always remember where she came from and that her family is the most important.

Loresong

As you sing, the image of a sinister looking pirate with eyes a shifty grey materializes before you.  He tosses a swaddled bundle into the blackness of a nearby well, then strides away with a pleased look upon his chiseled face.  Your vision slowly fades as you notice that down below in the bottom of the well the bundle is squirming, the material falling away to reveal a squirming newborn.

Your song continues to flow, bringing the vibrant vision of a lone dark elven child into focus.  The child, her hair a distinct silver hue and her eyes the color of summer lilac, is surrounded by a vast village set in the center of the thriving Dragonspine forest.  She giggles with childish abandon as she runs away from three small kobolds, which chase after her with equally playful looks upon their faces.  The vision slowly fades as you see the child duck behind a bush, avoiding her pursuers with a laugh.

The song causes your focus to suddenly sharpen, bringing forth the image of a fully grown dark elven woman as she stands in the middle of two different worlds.  On one side stands a group of kobolds, an aged and weathered one at the forefront.  His eyes are glazed with sadness as he gazes at the woman between them.  On the other side stands a half-elven man, his blue eyes distrusting as he looks at the kobolds.  The woman glances from one side to the next, tears trailing from her lilac eyes.

As you continue to sing, the shadow-edged image of an adult dark elven woman takes shape before your eyes.  She stands alone among a group of saddened kobolds, her purple eyes filled with silent tears and her silver hair in a tangle about her oval face.  She seems to beg the aged and weather kobold for something, but he just shakes his head and resolutely hands her a talisman.  She slips it over her head, the bone catching the light and causing the letters painted on the off-white surface to glisten.

Prologue

As her blurry newborn eyes focused on the familiar face before her, she relaxed. Her mother’s soft humming and kind blue eyes soothed her and filled her with warmth. She loved looking at her mother. If only she'd known this would be the last time.

“I’ve a dear little dolly,” her mommy sang, lifting her from the soft covers of her bassinet.

Blowing bubbles, she attempted to lift her head and gaze at her mother’s face, but her heavy head fell back, leaving her staring at the ceiling. Waving her hands, she kicked at her mother’s arm to express her frustration.

When a knock came at the closed door, her mother frowned and paused to stare at it, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. “Yes?”

The knock came again, with no verbal response from the other side.

Her mother took a step back, clutching her tightly in her baby blankets. “Go away!”

Silence filled the room for a long moment, and then the knocking came again, louder this time as it reverberated through the room.

Her mother dashed to the bedroom and began opening cabinets and drawers frantically, jostling her. When her mother unceremoniously shoved her into a drawer, her newborn eyes scrunched with distress and she waved her hands, scratching herself.

“I’m sorry, honey. Please, stay quiet. You must not cry,” Her mother whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she slid her thumb over her bottom lip and murmured an incantation.  “I love you.”

As the drawer was thrust shut, locking her inside, her world was cast into darkness. She waved her hands and kicked her feet, trying fruitlessly to cry, but was unable to utter a sound. When a loud crash filled the silence, she froze, startled.

“Go away!” her mother screamed.

“Where is it?” a deep voice growled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Where, Meekia?”

Silence filled the blackness of her hiding place, making her want to cry again. She hated the dark.

“You won’t save it. I’ll find it with or without you.”

Her mother’s cries filled the silence, followed by a weak whimper of agony. “You can’t have her.”

Another crash came and then the entire world exploded with chaos and destruction. Stuck in her world of darkness, she startled at the violence right outside, her lips quivering as she screamed soundlessly. When her cries suddenly began making noise again, they were no more than pitiful mewling, unnoticeable against the overpowering tempest of sound. She listened desperately for the soft humming of her mother, but her voice was absent. Instead, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps as they paced the room.

“Where is it?” a deep voice whispered from right outside, the tone icy and threatening.

She waved her hands excitedly as the footsteps drew closer, but her world stayed dark.

“Miss?” Shouted a faraway voice. “Hello Miss? Miss!? Are you ok!? You have to move! There's a fire!”

The yelling alarmed her and she began to cry in earnest. The choking smell of smoke filled the darkness and sleep began creeping up on her, overtaking her senses. When the drawer was opened and an old man stared down at her with shock, she was hungry and exhausted, and she wanted her mommy. But her newborn desires were in vain; her mother’s lifeless corpse was lying in the fire-engulfed hallway like a broken doll.