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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name of Character:. Faerydae Moriarty
.:Nick Name:. Dae, the Exile
.:Age:. 24
.:Race:. Balorian
.:Status:. Nomad

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Faerydae is a rather unusual looking being. Like all woman, she is rather small, and looks miniscule when standing next to the tallest of men. She is neither thin nor heavy, only of average weight for a girl of that time period, but she was graced with rather noticeable curves from her ancestry. While her skin used to be of porcelain coloration, it’s slowly been growing darker since her leave of society and contains a rather mild bronze to it. This would not be completely noticeable if it were not for her hair, which provides the stark contrast. Her hair is rather unnatural looking, for it is a rather silvery blonde that cascades down her back in wavy tendrils. Her hair is usually down or has a rather complex braid in the back to keep it out of her way when she is walking through the woods. A lot of people question the unnatural color of Faerydae’s hair simply because her eyebrows are actually darker (like a mouse gray brown color), and thus, it is said that there is a curse upon her even though that is truly not the case. Besides her hair, one of her other notable features are her eyes, which are a rather ice blue color with dark rings around the irises, as well as Faerydae has rather full lips. Since her fall from grace, she does not fare well with noble dresses, and has separated herself completely from her family’s crest. Her wardrobe of choice now usually consists of more rugged outfits of makeshift skirts and finely made shirts that can withstand the wild life. Apart from her choice of clothing, her skin is often dusted with dirt or mud, which also settles underneath her fingernails. It is because of her physical appearance which gives off ideas of her and thus giving her a wild and untamable animal appearance to strangers who might come abye her in the woods or on the roads.
.:Height:. 5 foot, 2 inches
.:Portrayed by:. Emilia Clarke

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Faerydae has become a rather quiet soul because of her misfortunes in life. Socializing is not her strongest suit in life and it’s as if she has forgotten how to do so. Often, she remains quiet and inattentive in conversations, and when she does choose to speak, her answers are short and quiet and never does she look a person in the eye. If given the option, Faerydae would be the one to flee from a scene the moment somebody stumbles across her and leave her things until she deems it safe to come back. That being said, she has very little faith in people and her trust is like thin butter spread over too much bread. Being alone has not only made her quiet, but also a bitter heart. When by herself, she finds her mind wandering back to things that were left in the past and finds herself writhing in hatred and longing for that which she cannot have. Her mind can become plagued with nightmares and obsessions, which can render her snappish and mean spirited. Whether she is vengeful or not, it has yet to be seen since Faerydae keeps herself far away from her home of Balnor and only sticks to the woods for travel, and while that may be, she has no fear from verbal fights and getting into people’s faces if there is no immediate threat, especially when it comes to royal families. However though, there are rare times when she will not flee and be kind to those to have run into her, but they are slim chances that only come about when she feels that the individual in question is trustworthy. And while not always a people person though, Faerydae does have a soft spot for animals, particularly deer, horses, and sheep.
.:Strengths:.
Horses- Faerydae has a strong way with horses. It is as if she whispers to them and they understand her words. If given time, she could make the wildest of horses bend to her will, if she has no patience for people; Faerydae has it for the large horses. After all, it is how she got her wild horse, Silver. She believes that horses, especially wild ones, are the remains of what came before their time, and that they are simply ghosts leaving their hoof prints in the land as she does. Often times, Faerydae will seek comfort from the wild horses more so than she ever would for a man’s touch.

Hunting- Being on her own has made Faerydae learn to fend for her food. Her best catch is usually with rabbits for she finds them easier to flush into a trap rather than deer and easier to manage with. Her preferred choice of hunting is usually with a small dagger (for it is really the only true survival skill she has with weapons)and snares. With every kills that she does make though, she always gives thanks back to which she believes created them.

Adapting- One of the trials of being out on one’s own is to learn to adapt. After all, Faerydae knows that Albion is not always a safe land to travel by. Some kingdoms are dangerous, and war does plague the lands at certain times. Also, by living out in the wild and wandering, one must learn to change with the environment for she does not have a noble family and estate to relay on anymore, only herself and her horse. She’s quick to adapt to change in the land and in weather and can make do with whatever is thrown at her most of the time.
.:Weaknesses:.
Physically weak- While Faerydae may excel in hunting tiny rabbits, they are reason for this and it is that they do not put up a fight. Faerydae would be no use of in a fight for she can hardly stand her ground when it comes to physical fights. She does not have training in neither swordsmanship nor archery, and is prone to freezing up if a violent act is thrown towards her way, and due to her small stature, she can easily be bullied as well. Since she has no strengthen, Faerydae is very prone to just either allowing the violence to happen towards her, or in more likely cases, attempt to flee the scene before any harm can come to her or her horse.

Prone to Influence- Like all people, Faerydae can be prone to influence by others, but it is mostly because she has forgotten how other’s minds work. While her interaction with society has become very little, Faerydae still hears what people have to say about their rulers and others passing through. Also, if she is feeling threatened in any way and if there is no means of escaping, she might be subjected to crumble to their will after failed attempt at a fight.

Quick to Judge- Because of her trials, Faerydae is quick to judge people. She does not deem anybody trust worthy, and upon the first five minute impression, she believes that she knows that person’s complete personality even though it’s hardly the case. Faerydae does not believe in giving people chances to explain themselves now nor does she allow herself the opportunity to get to know people because she believes that they all will betray her in one way or another.
.:Magic Abilities:. Faerydae has zero magic abilities. Her thought process about magic is that if harnessed correctly, it can be the most powerful force in all of Albion, but she also believes that magic always comes with a price. Faerydae is quick to avoid magic, and often sees it as a threat because the people who are wielding it have little wisdom of their own, and thus believes that dark forces can arise out of its causes, regardless of the nature being for good or evil.
.:Special Skills:.
Horsemanship- She has a way with horses, anybody can see that, and not just with riding, but also with training and interaction. In modern times, Faerydae may be considered a Horse Whisperer. She is always gentle with the large animals, and uses soft speeches for commands. For her, being with the animals is not about owning one or to tame one, but becoming one with the horse.

Dagger work- While bows and arrows and swords may not be her thing, for they require much more strengthen than she has, Faerydae has excelled at the use of the dagger. She has a keen sense for throwing it at a target and hitting it, as well as using it to make a clean cut across a rabbit’s throat to end its life. The dagger is truly the only means that she has for defending herself against foes if she chooses to make a fight or even against wild animals that mean her harm, but ultimately, Faerydae uses her dagger work for hunting more than anything else.

Skinning- Rabbit fur is one of the many ways that she makes money if she truly needs it. After her years of being out in the wild, Faerydae has perfected much of her skinning abilities. She is very much at the point now where she can skin an animal without much thought, and the fur slides right off like a jacket or a tunic from the animal. Whatever fur she keeps for herself (whether it is for the colder terrains or for saddles), she always makes sure that it is of the best quality of fur and makes sure to not damage it in the process of freeing it from the body.
.:Accents:. Faerydae’s accent is a well rounded and crisp, it is neutral and rather hard to pinpoint it’s exact region, but it is a mix of English and something else.

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Balor
.:Family:.
Ghildarah Moriarty, 52, Lord of the House & father of Faerydae
Valedyn Moriarty, 41, Maiden of the House & mother of Faerydae
Niro Moriarty, 16, brother of Faerydae
Kay Moriarty, 25, brother of Faerydae
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King Janus of Balnor, 34, ex husband of Faerydae
Keran, son of Janus and Faerydae, deceased
.:Occupation:. Nomad, wanderer
.:Current Location of Residence:. She has no set home, she just follows her feet and allows fate to steer her direction.
.:History:. Ghiladarh and Valedyn Moriatry were arrainged to be married at ages 27 and 15 respectfully. For their families, marriage was not about love but about creating strong bloodlines and armies for personal gains. While they swore they would never fall in love, they grew to respect one another and eventually find love, especially after Valedyn’s first child was born. His name is Kay, and would promise to be the new lord of Moriarty when his time came. No less than a year came their second child, born during a harsh winter in Albion which left the lands of Balor bare. They thought their daughter was unusual looking, and were uncertain of whether to call her beautiful or ugly with her strange colored hair which mirrored the harsh winter perfectly along with the baby’s ice blue eyes. The baby reminded the two of faeries, and thus came about the name, Faerydae. It would not be until some years later than they receive their final child, Niro Moriarty.

With Kay and Faerydae’s close ages, they grew together. What started first as friendship soon changed into sibling rivalry for their parent’s affection, and it continued late into their teens. As a little girl though, when she was not around Kay, Faerydae was filled with life and happiness. She loved to play with other children about the lands, and also developed strong connections with a wild pony that had been a gift to her from the then Prince of Balnor, Janus. The royal family had taken an interest in Faerydae when she was young because of her unusual looks and thought they would match nicely to their son’s own rugged looks. After all, for the people of Balnor, everything does come down to breeding and blood. Although, while she was little, Faerydae did not understand this and hardly paid attention to the prince, unamused by his charms and antics as well as their age difference. When she entered the age of 13, these antics became a little more bearable although, there was somebody else who caught her eye.

One day, down by one of the rivers in the woods of Balor, Faerydae’s then pony escaped from her and ran off. She tried to run after it, but could not catch up with it at first. Although soon, she caught up with her pony and found it standing by the body of a boy. He was not much older than her, and he was bleeding terribly. Faerydae found him to be a sign of some sorts since her pony never liked to be with anybody but her, and for the pony to hunt him out at the smell of blood, well, it meant something. She quickly checked to see if he was alive, and he was, but his heart was faint. Quickly, she strapped him to her pony, and they headed back towards her home, where she begged her parents to take care of him and to heal him. Every day, she stood by the boy and helped the healers deal with him until he opened up his eyes. That day, Faerydae found out the boy’s name: Talberon. The way he said his name, it made her heart flutter as if it were made out the beating wings of a butterfly. Day by day, she would come to his bedside to talk, about anything, it didn’t matter the subject so long as she could hear him talk and watch his movements and gaze at his eyes. The day soon came where Talberon was good to be on his own, and both Ghiladarh and Valedyn asked him to go back to his parents, but he had none.

During his healing time, Janus had been watching the boy and grew envious at how Faerydae latched on to his every word. When finding out that the boy had no family, he asked the then King of Balnor for the boy as a slave. The king granted his son’s wish, and Janus took Talberon home with him, hoping to sever the bond that he had with Faerydae because of their class. And it worked, her parents forbade her from talking to him, and Talberon is often kept to his own duties now, but even then, he was still noticeable. He grew handsomely and was rather athletic, even matching Janus a couple of fights. Even with their separation though, Faerydae still sought Talberon out, but in secret. During their meetings, they were always careful to do it at night under the cover of darkness and the woods, and it is there that they explored their romance. Soon though, they were torn apart when news came word to Talberon that there had been sightings of his parents, and with Janus’s permission, he left to go find them and swore to Faerydae that he would come back for him.

When Faerydae hit the age of 15, just like her mother, her parents told her of her marriage that would come to Prince Janus, who was now reigning King of Balnor. Faerydae fought the idea at first, saying that Janus wanted nothing more of her than to make her a prized possession. Ghilardarh snapped at her, and called her foolish because she did not understand the importance of this, and that she was a woman and should know her place. It was her mother who talked her into it, saying that this would be a wonderful opportunity for her, and that love in all marriages comes in time, plus there was no better bachelor. Eventually, Faerydae gave in, but always hoped for the return of Talberon. While her reign as Queen began, she developed friendships with her ladies in waiting, particularly a girl by the name of Cyelena, who in secret, always had her eyes on Janus. As her parents had, Janus and Faerydae found respect within each other, but while Janus loved her, Faerydae did not return his love.

Four years later came Talberon’s return, and it appeared, according to him, he had been chasing ghost stories. He was devastated when he found out that Faerydae had been married to Janus. While he tried to keep himself from temptation and stayed away from her, she could not. She always felt drawn to Talberon, as if his being had a power over her. Soon, they both gave into their primal instincts. No sooner than this, Faerylae became pregnant although she did not know whose child it was until the night of the birth when her baby son came out with his father’s dark hair and his mother’s blue eyes: Keran, was Janus’s son. No sooner after his birth though, while Faerydae became a loving mother and spent a lot of times with her husband now out of guilt, she could not hold back her need for Talberon.

At various nights, she started sneaking out to Talberon, and her lady in waiting, Cyelena began to notice her queen’s odd habits of leaving in the middle of the night from her king’s bed when they were not being intimate or when she was not with the child. That night, Cyelena discovered that Faerydae was with Talberon. Startled by this, Cyelena headed back to the castle. The moment she got back though, she realized what she could do to win the affection of the King. Cyelena, Faerydae’s favorite Lady in Waiting, told her king of the affair between his wife and his slave. Janus was outraged by these accusations by Cyelena and threatened to end her life, but she begged him to investigate it. He soon gave in though and started to notice the little interactions between Faerydae and Talberon. Even though their interactions during the day were short and few in between, Janus could sense the tension and desire between them. That night, he had Faerydae followed, and a messenger sent word to the king, who blinded with rage, went to the scene and discovered his wife with his slave. He quickly had them thrown into the castle prisons until he decided on what to do with them.

Janus did not know on what to do, and Cyelena took this time to try and comfort him, saying that the kingdom would soon know of Faerydae’s betrayal to him and that it was only a matter of time. She even pondered out loud as to whether Keran was even his son. After that comment, Janus decided that he would make the two lovers pay, especially Faerydae for making a fool out of him. The next day, he had the guards lead Faerydae outside where she saw a stake set up for a burning. She prepaired herself to be lead to death, but it turned out, Janus had no plans for her death. Instead, Faerydae found herself watching Talberon being tied up now, as well as her baby was being placed there with him. Startled, Faerydae tried to reason with Janus, telling him that there was no reason to kill them, that she should be killed instead, but Janus would not listen to her, and told her that she was lying when she swore to him that Keran was his son.

As the flames were lit, Faerydae screamed and sobbed as she watched her lover and baby die at the hands of her king, the worst thing possible for her to witness and her parents and brothers stood in the crowd watching. Janus proclaimed that now she knew his own pain. His queen cursed him for this and for the death of his own flesh and blood, but Janus was still blind under his anger with her. He stripped her of her royal garments and left her with rags, gave her a dagger before casting her out of his kingdom, telling her if she knew what was good for her, that she would slit her wrist herself before anything else could kill her. The Moriarty family disowned Faerydae almost instantly and sought their allegiance with Janus, and much to Cyelena’s dismay, Janus would prove to not marry again. As for Faerydae herself, she was lost to the woods.

After three days of stumbling around in the woods, lost in her anger and rage and finding no hope in her life, she felt herself fall in the dirt and mud and lay there. As she sat there, Faerydae saw her dagger looking real friendly. After all, she had nothing in her life, what was there to stop her? As she brought it to her neck now, she caught sight of a flash of white. The motion made her pause for a moment, the cool steel resting against her skin as she looked out into the woods now. The moment came again, but from the other side of her and she glanced over to see nothing. Turning her gaze back to the front of her now, Faerydae caught herself staring at a large white stallion. He stood proudly amongst the trees, strong and unmoving with a wild mane and tail filled with knots and brambles cover his face as it stared at her. As she stared at the horse, she felt as if it were staring into her soul now.

Closing her eyes, she thought for a moment. Listening to the earth and the wind, and even to the dew that was sliding off of the grass. When she opened her eyes again, the great white horse was standing right above her, he lowered his head and nudged away her hand with the dagger from her neck before turning and walking away now. There was a pause as he glanced back over her shoulder at her and Faerydae simply stared back now at him. As the horse began to walk away, Faerydae felt herself compelled to follow the horse, to live and survive as he did, and as the rest of his people did in the wild. To kill herself was a coward thing to do and no doubt what Janus and her family wanted her to do, to end their shame. At age twenty, Faerydae Moriarty found herself knowing sadness as she never thought she possibly could, and with nobody left to love her, and nothing left to loose, she picked herself up off of the ground and followed after the great white stallion, and thus, beginning her life as an exile.