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The Ringleader
Name: Faira Dunaval
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Faira is calm and slow to anger, but it's expected of someone of her age and wisdom. She has a fun demeanor and loves the feeling of being in a crowd. She doesn't enjoy bossing others around, but she has an assertive side that is backed by stubbornness. She's extremely loyal to her group, and she swears that she will make sure the Carnival and it's inhabitants will never go through what they have in the past ever again.
Vices: stubborn//hard-headed//Her friends are her weakness since she'll do whatever it takes to help them//
Virtues: protective//brave// humorous //commands attention
Skills:
Abilities: Faira doesn't have a set power or element she wields, but instead she meddles in magic with herself being the medium or channel of magic. Her many, many years has given her an extensive variety of spells with quite some power. However, she is content on only doing small magic to keep the Carnival up and running. She likes making the very atmosphere euphoric and exciting, and she weaves spells that cause giddiness and cause the person to forget their problems. She has memorized most spells by heart, but in a locket around her neck is a crumbled list of three spells she must only use if someone else is threatened. She calls them her Terrible Three since they would most likely drain her to a fatal state.
Bio:
Faira was born many years ago, back when humans were less inclined with technology and building. Faira was the product of a dark fae and human, and she was wanted by neither party. She was left in the woods to get eaten by animals, but a young witch found her and took her in with her two other sisters. Faira had magic in her veins naturally, and the witches sensed this and soon were teaching the child. She enjoyed her teachings immensely and picked up things very quickly.
The witches weren't the bad sort, and they mostly made healing potions and cared for the forest since the eldest sister, Josie, loved it to death. Faira was technically a creature of darkness, but the way she was brought up eliminated any opportunity for her to stray from the path of light.
Witches can live for a long time, and so the group lived peacefully in their nook of the woods, away from the civilization humans were building. Josie's sisters, Marva and Novia, kept coming back to the cottage at the end of the day weaving stories of clouds of smoke on the horizon. Josie said it could have been a fire or something. They all knew humans were out there, but they had never ventured close by.
However, humans soon started spreading across the area like a plague. The forest starting getting cut down to build towns, animals were being hunted for the first time in their lives, and the cottage was caught right in the middle of it. The witches didn't fight back, but they didn't want to be forced out. They warded the area to protect their cottage from prying eyes.
Faira was interested in humans more than she wanted to admit, and she slipped away to go to the town. She was caught up in the clamor of carriages and shouting from market stalls and stores setting up the bread that they had just baked. Faira conjured gold pieces under her cloak and bought colorful ribbons and buttons and all types of trinkets. She slipped them in her pouch so her adoptive family wouldn't see when she got home.
Unknown to the girl, she had caught the eye of a knight. He saw her pattern and found the perfect excuses to hang out at the town square to see the beautiful woman who was so secretive and vanished as quickly as she came. Faira was oblivious to the wants of men, and she didn't realize the knight existed until she ran into him (quite literally) and was caught before she was sent careening to the ground. She rushed off, but he started talking to her as often as he could. She didn't return his affections, but she was a nice person and he thought it meant she liked him back. He invited her to the Winter Ball, and she accepted. Josie and the others were delighted when she said she was going to a ball, and she soon found herself in a dress that would rival the queen's own.
Faira had never been in the castle, and seeing it adorned in such a fashion was amazing. She let the knight kiss her when she was too busy admiring the decor and listening to the music, but she was too entranced to mind. She left before the party was officialy over, but a village woman followed her. She had been vying for the knight's affection and was consumed by jealousy that the snipe of a girl had stolen it so easily and had come out of nowhere. She watched Faira vanish into thin air when she passed the ward, and she marked the area and returned to the castle, demanding she speak to the king. She said there was a witch that had bewitched the mind of the knight into falling for her and the woman had proof.
The woman led a group of guards to the area and showed them how her hand became invisible when it went past the certain area. The knight who had been in love with Faira had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw that there was proof of her meddling in dark forces. The guards
The guards suddenly appearing in the area was a shock to the group of witches, and Faira knew it had been her fault. Josie told her to leave while they distracted the guards, and Faira tearfully agreed. She ran as soon as Josie and the others called upon nature magic to hold the guards with vines as she ran past, only looking back once to see them tear through the vines with their swords and charge. She hid in a cave some distance away, and she returned only when she knew it was safe to. The ward was gone, and she saw the ransacked cottage. They were dead.
Faira traveled on the back of a wagon with nothing on her back put her ragged brown dress and cloak with no destination in mind. She was too overwhelmed with grief, and soon she didn't even feel like going on. She curled up next to a river and resigned.
She was found by an old merchant who placed the unconscious girl on his caravan and took her to a large town. He sold her to a slaver, and she woke up in chains.
She was sold to an older woman who just needed Faira because the woman was getting old and needed help.
The woman's name was Gurda, and she was a rich woman who's husband had died and her strength was failing as well. Faira had a lot of freedom, but Gurda was extremely strict and the young girl got whipped on her first day for accidentally dropping a plate.
Faira could've easily escaped if it had just been the older woman, but some kind of shade occupied the house that seemed to stop her attempts. The woman never spoke about the creature, but Faira could see that the woman knew it was there.
Gurda let Faira use her giant library and Faira found a considerable amount of books filled with spells and collections about magical creatures. She spent hours on the cold stone floor practicing hand gestures and feeling the weird words of power dance across her tongue. She zoomed through the books pretty quickly, and she realized how bored she was now that she had nothing to do. You couldn't exactly as for spellbooks in those times, so Faira was back to square one.
However, the shade approached her soon after that, it's shadow-like body hovering near.
It hovered in front of her before sinking into the shadows. It came back just as quickly but with a giant book in it's grasp. It seemingly offered it to her, and she took it. A giant spellbook.
This soon became a routine. She still couldn't leave, but now books piled around her in her room. She didn't ask where they came from, but the shade returned the oldest books so they must have belonged to someone.
The older woman seemed to be getting worse, and Faira went back to making healing potions. Making them reminded her of the witches who had adopted her, and she could feel sadness creep back.
Her potions were strong, but you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.
Faira buried the woman, and the shade didn't block Faira's way to the forest for the first time. However, Faira didn't leave. She awarded the area heavily before returning to her room and studying.
She had no interest in a lot of things, and even the shade had to sometimes remind her to eat. She grew her own food in a giant garden she made with magic, and it was normal to see spoons and bowls whirl around the kitchen while Faira occasionally moved her hand to control their paths.
It was a quiet life, but years flew by and Faira finally finished the last book. She had a book of her own, where she had devised her own spells. One page had been ripped out and scrawled on before being placed in her locket that she warded as well.
She was done with the place.
It was weird to know she was done, that he had gathered all the information she would ever need, but she felt it in her soul. She just needed something good to apply it to.
The shade apparently couldn't leave the house and could only reach the edge of the woods. Faira bonded it to a ring she made using a stone from the house, and away they went.
The world was terrifying and weird now, but she navigated it with the help of the shade and her magic.
The carnival idea came from seeing one personally. The environment was lovely and safe, the members knit together and enjoying sharing their skills.
The world had always been scared of magic and anyone different, but here they rejoiced it.
Faira started a carnival and her first member was a fiery maiden who couldn't keep her hands away from items of worth. Her group kept growing as the years passed. Faira came across them usually by accident because they were in trouble, and she never failed releasing them.
The carnival is her new home that she will care for until her last breath. However, Faira has felt dark forces coming for her home and the other magical creatures scattered around. She can't help everyone, but she wishes she could. Faira hasn't said this outloud to anyone, but she feels like her time is drawing near as the darkness approaches. The spells in her locket might give her carnival a fighting chance. When that day comes, her beloved carnival will be in her most trusted member; the Magician.[/bg][bg=purple]
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