MARIGOLD, fayth eleanor

[viper]

FAYTH ELEANOR MARIGOLD


"I feel like I'm always running away -
Away from those sharp-edged days
Of pain and shimmering agony."

-- CAUSE NOW, IT SEEMS I'M WIDE AWAKE

[/b][/color] Fayth Eleanor Marigold
Nickname: Fay, Faerie
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Chosen
Background: English - Swedish
Sexuality: Homosexual
Grade: Junior
Occupation: Stable-hand
Powers: Shape-shifting - Intermediate Control. She can change into a white mare, but at times it slips her control and parts of her body shift without her meaning to.
Play-By: Emilia Clarke
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-- OPEN MY EYES AND ITS AMAZING

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• Nature
  
• Horses
  
• Books
  
• Languages
  
• Learning
  
• Simple clothing
  
• Girls, Women (The female gender)
  
• Ingrid Michaelson
  
• Night time
  
• The moon
  
• The way it smells right before and right after it rains
  
• The letter Y
  
• Antiques
  
• The idea of having her own island
  

Dislikes:

• Pollution
  
• Loud people
  
• Most Men
  
• Arrogance
  
• Ignorance
  
• Sudden, loud noises
  
• Birds
  
• Anger
  
• Violence
  
• The smell of burning hair
  
• Mayo
  

Habits/Quirks:

• Twirling/Braiding her hair
  

• Something Fayth does when she is an intense thought process, or when she is nervous. Generally, the only time people will see it, other than her brother Erik, is when she is nervous, seeing as she is naturally socially awkward.

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[/li][li]Biting her lip

[/li][li]Again, a nervous habit aquired from lack of social contact as a child and as a teenager. Usually, this will be accompanied by the twirling of her hair to create an adorable look to others, but inside of poor Fayth is a whirlwind of emotions screaming at her to run the other way.[/blockquote]
[/li][li]Incomplete shape-shifting

[/li][li]Unfortunately, when Fayth is under quite a bit of emotional stress, she has the tendency to shape-shift only part of her body. The most common occurrence is that of her ears changing to horses ears and a white mare's tail to appear from nowhere. [/blockquote]
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Fears:

• Her step-father will escape from jail
  
• Large men
  
• Knives
  
• Beds with canopies/bed posts
  
• Spiders
  

Secrets:

• She was abused for the majority of her life
  
• She wants to live on her own mountain
  
• She feels Erik is her son, rather than her brother
  

Personality:

An even-tempered girl, Fayth parades through life generally silent. She speaks when spoken to and occasionally, does ignores the fact that she was addressed at all. However, she will never ignore authority or her brother Erik. Both are of too large of importance to her. She sees authority as her ticket to freedom. The more you impress those in charge, the more likely you were to make friends in high places that could pull puppet strings in your favor. This being said, Fayth is a studious individual, usually among the top of her class. She can usually be found studying to keep her marks up, and of course, for her own general enjoyment. Fayth finds learning and education to be not only extremely beneficial, but one of the most entertaining things one could involve oneself in. However, do not think that our dear Fayth is merely a book worm. She is also the avid painter. While she enjoys all mediums of art, she favors sketching and painting. When she is not studying the words of others, you will more than likely find Fayth outside, studying the colors and textures of nature in order to translate it onto her canvas.

Now, so far Miss Marigold sounds a nice young woman. The problem is, she is perhaps the most socially awkward homo sapien alive. As was aforementioned, she is generally silent. This being because she does not know how to communicate with her peers, other than her brother. In reality, Fayth feels more comfortable when she shifts into a horse and is among her fellow mares and stallions in the stables then sitting amongst her peers in the classroom. Fayth finds herself inadequate to those she is surrounded by, mainly because of her abusive past. She fears most men that are larger than her, which is about all of them. Though she does not outwardly show it when around them, internally, she is trembling with fear, aching to run away.

Although Fayth is a quiet individual, she is quite the free-spirit. She likes to plan her days on the whims of the wind and spend most of her day outside, usually alone under a shady tree. At night, she has a fancy for climbing the tallest tree she can find after an exhilarating run and staring at the stars for hours, memorizing their exact locations. Of course, all of this loner behavior has to come with some consequences. It is interpreted by many that Fayth is rather haughty, being too stuck-up to talk to anyone but her brother. This being the case, she has almost no friends, save her animal brethren and the trees and flowers which she converses with.

Perhaps I should steer back to her even temper. This is of course a direct effect of her violent upbringing. She fears anger and violence above most other things, and refuses to aide in bringing such horridness into the world. When she does speak, she does so in a soft manner, one which requires a careful ear, and a silent surrounding. She has a tendency to want to break up fights, whether they be verbal or physical, but tends to be too timid to act on it. In short, she's a complete pacifist, but doesn't have any of the courage to help end the violence.

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-- HOW MY WORLD HAS CHANGED WHEN I LOOK AROUND

[/b][/color] Umea, Sweden
Parents:

• Elize Marigold - 48 - Fisherman - Mother - Human
  
• Viktor Marigold - Deceased - Fish monger - Father - Chosen
  
• Matthew Smith - 56 - Imprisoned - Stepfather - Human
  

Siblings:

• Erik Viktor Marigold - 15 - Student - Human
  

Pets:

• Princess Huffington (Huffers for short) - Hedgehog - Six Months
  

Biography: (Forgive this for being ridiculously brief, please let me know if I need to elongate it.)

On an unusually cold day in November in Umea, Sweden, Eliza Marigold struggled to birth the first of her children, Fayth Eleanor. She was a small baby, unusually pale, with hair the color of sun kissed clouds. She was a well-behaved child, loved by her parents. Their lives were only perfected when the child that is her younger brother Erik Viktor, named after their father, was born two and a half years later. Fayth and her brother were best friends from day one, which of course please their parents and surprised neighbors and extended family. However, this perfect family portrait was shattered when Viktor Marigold fell ill with a rare form of brain cancer when Fayth was eight. When the cancer spread to his brain stem, he went comatose and passed away a few weeks later. Fayth was crushed, but never shed a tear. Her mother shed enough for the both of them.

Three years of misery and loneliness passed by for Eliza until she met a foreigner on business in their lowly fish town. Fayth showed no objection to him, and Erik loved having a father-figure in his life again. And so, the family moved to the foreigner's home of England with him, and Eliza became Mrs. Matthew Smith, a married woman once more.

For several months, it seemed as though the family had created another perfect portrait, until Fayth found the evil in her new "father." To put it simply, he abused her. At first, it was only verbal. Then, when he was home alone with her and her brother, he began beating her. Then, he began cutting her with rusty knives. Occasionally, her wounds would become infected, but her mother, so infatuated with Matthew and so afraid of being alone again, healed her daughter's wounds herself, deluding herself into believing they were self-inflicted. However, one day, quiet Fayth spoke against Matthew during their "alone time." He had undressed her, and looked upon her, and then undressed himself. This time was different, he was filled with intentions to rape his step-daughter, and so, she screamed out. When she did so, he threw her against the wall, rendering her stunned and immobile for a few moments whilst he took the sheets on his marital bed and ripped them into shreds which he used to tie Fayth's limbs to the bed posts. He taped her mouth shut, and continued to rape her, at only age twelve. She cried and tried to scream out the entire time, but only ended up inhaling adhesive. When he was done, he looked at her with menacing eyes and deemed it was time for her punishment for trying to go against his wishes. He brought forth a large, shiny knife and drug it along her abdomen, starting at her sternum and ending at her waist line. Her mother returned home to see her daughter bleeding profusely, tied to her bed with her husband over poor Fayth, covered in her ruby red blood. At this point, she could no longer deny her husband's abusive behavior. He was jailed, and the family moved here and have been here ever since Fayth's recovery.

Now, Fayth and Erik attend the high school and Eliza meanders around as she pleases, bored with life and alone.
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-- AND THAT ROAD HAS LET ME RIGHT TO YOU

[/b][/color] Viper. Hiss
Age: Eighteen candles dripped wax on my carvel ice cream cake the other day
Gender: Femme Fatale
Experience: Like eight?
Contact info: msn: [e-mail]
Other characters: None...yet. =3
RP Sample:

It wasn't unusual for the loner that was Alchemy to be found in the auditorium. It was the only place worth going in this school, that is, it was worth going to when no one else was there. She avoided most people, after all, she was crazy, and even though students' files were supposed to be confidential, the information in their pages spread like wild fire within these walls. It seemed everyone knew what she was, who she was, before they even spoke to her, but not in here, not in the auditorium. Within it's high ceiling, wooden stage, crappy carpet, and pseudo-plush seats, she was just Alchemy.

She took in the wonder that was solitude. She sighed, listening as it echoed off the vacant walls surrounding her. Slowly, Alchemy approached the stage, her sanctuary. As per usual, she was barefoot. Whenever she could manage it, she avoided shoes in the same manor she avoided people. She found both to be constricting and judgmental. With her bare feet, she padded along the center aisle, taking slow, even steps.

Staring at the ceiling, Alchemy realized how small she was in comparison. She laughed to herself, knowing how silly it was to think of oneself in this manor. Small compared to a man made structure. It would be much more fitting to compare herself to the hills of Scotland, or the creatures that dwelled in the lochs of her memories. How she missed her beloved Scotland. It was much more beautiful than this dump of a place the Americans called 'Oklahoma'. What a stupid name for a state.

Alchemy began twirling to the stage, her red and black hair caressing the contours of her face angelically. Upon reaching the stage, she jumped, and twirled backwards so that her bum landed hard on the wood. She winced, but pulled the rest of her body onto the stage and rolled a few times so that she was center stage. Somewhere she detested being, unless she was surrounded by nothing but the air, and wrapped tightly in a blanket of silence.

Sighing, Alchemy closed her eyes and listened to the nothingness around her. It was ecstasy. The only thing that could make it better, was a nice cancer stick, and so, she pulled a box of cigarettes from her waist band and thumbed one of the cylindrical beauties out and twirled it in between her thumb and her forefinger as she pulled a zippo from her bra. Gingerly placing the cigarette in between her ruby red lips, Alchemy cupped her hand around the tip of the nicotine delight as she lit the zippo and placed the dancing flames to the tip of her cigarette. She watched as the white paper flared to life, turning red as she breathed in, dragging the sweet smoke into her lungs ravenously. Now, this was a perfect moment.

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CREDITS GO TO SKYE. LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM 'AWAKE IN A DREAM' BY HEDLEY.

[viper]

Le done - finally.

[Emilyness]

ACCEPTED- go make your claims