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[Kazza Reaper]

They call me...
Albus Severus Potter
But you can call me...
Al
You've got to be deaf, blind, and dumb. I'm...
Male
I just so happen to be...
15
Which makes me a...
Fifth
And I am proud to be a...
Slytherin
If you must know, I am...
Half-blood
Light the candles and blow them out...
September 19
I come from beautiful...
Godric's Hollow
My wand is...
Holly, 12", unicorn tail hair, nice and supple
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, she says...
Al
My friends would tell you...
I'm quiet and thoughtful, as well as a bit timid and unsure of myself. Despite my insecurities, I'm strong-willed and won't let anyone sway me once I've decided to follow what I think is right. I get along with my family, especially my cousin Rose Weasley. I don't really have much to say about myself really, I'm a good student, but I get help sometimes, so, I guess that some would call me modest, but I don't really know if that would count for much. I have a bit of an adventurous streak, and a bit of a wild side, but those don't usually show through all the time.
Do you really want to know...?
I was born Albus Severus Potter, the second son and middle child of Harry Potter and Ginevra Potter (born Ginevra Weasley). Our family didn't talk much about the past, and how everyone had almost died, and that so many people we know died long before we were born. But, we were all happy. I was the only one of the children that looked like dad, I learned later that that meant that I also looked like Dad's mother, who died when he was a baby.

When I turned eleven, I got the Hogwarts acceptance letter. My brother had been there already, and I was excited to go, but I was afraid of being Sorted into Slytherin. Dad told me that the Sorting Hat would take my thoughts into consideration. So, when I was Sorted, I told the Hat that I didn't want to be in Slytherin... but that's where I ended up. I know that the entire family was in shock, but only James showed it. I don't really hang out with any of my fellow Slytherins though, preferring to stay with the people that I know. It's not like I purposely stay away from my House, but I spend a lot of time away.

In the last few years at Hogwarts, I learned exactly why people stare at Dad, and everyone else. The entire story about Voldemort and that whole battle is still shocking to me, but I'm glad that it's over and I didn't have to live through it. I can be adventurous, but I'm not one to go looking for trouble.... usually.
I like...
I like Quidditch, and I'm pretty sure that runs in the family, but I like to read as well, most of all though, I enjoy spending time with my family.
I really hate...
I don't like snobs or people that feel that the only thing that there is in the world is popularity and the purity of your blood, I can't stand it when people make assumptions about me just because I'm in Slytherin either.
My specialty...
Defense Against the Dark Arts
This here is...
Ciryll my Barn Owl
Oh, I almost forgot to mention...
I'm actually fourth cousins with Scorpius Malfoy, since we're both distant descendants of Phineas Nigellus Black.
On the other side of the mirror...
Kazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

нєαδмιsтяєss σғ нσɢωαятs scнσσℓ σғ ωιтcнcяαғт αnδ ωιzαяδяч


Professor Minerva McGonagall, current Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looked out over the small sea of students assembling themselves before her. It was the same every year, the older students arriving to settle themselves in and wait for the first years to arrive from their escapade over the Great Lake. From there, the Sorting, always a source of pride for the Headmistress. She had been the one to put the Sorting Hat upon the heads of the new students since she was only a Transfiguration professor at the school, and continued to do so now that she was Headmistress.

The Headmistress watched one of the professors coming into the Great Hall, which told her that the first years were waiting to come in and face whatever torment older siblings or older students had put into their heads. She was about to quell their fears of fighting trolls or sending a table across the room, or whatever the rumors were this year. With a nod to the other professor, who went to retrieve the first years, McGonagall stood and watched as the students before her took note and quieted. She nodded at the students, and waited, hearing some commotion outside of the great double doors into the Great Hall that told her that the first years were just outside.

She watched as the young students, some looking nervous or anxious, and some of them looking downright petrified, lined up in front of her with their backs to the older students. She gestured to the three legged stool, she never did know how it had lost one of it's legs, and why it had never been reattached, but she never said anything about it, now, it was just part of the stool itself.

"When I call your name, you will step forward and sit. I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head, and it will tell you which House you're destined to be in and you will go and take a seat at your House table," she explained to the students, who looked embarassed that they had believe the stories that the older students told them.

She lifted the Sorting Hat and called the first name on her list and waited for them to seat themselves on the stool and to be Sorted before calling the first name. With only about forty new students a year, this didn't take any longer than half an hour to be through with. With the Sorting finished, it was time for the Feast to start, but she stood for a moment, to silence, to speak a few words that she thought required the students to be more awake to hear.

"By now, I'm sure that all of you have heard the rumors that the reincarnation of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a student at this school. Many parents are fretting over the safety of their children, and I have sent all of the parents letters assuring your safety. I want to be sure of your safety, so, I tell you this now, that this year, and all years until this reincarnation is proven and defeated, or proven to be a farce, that wandering after hours, or going into the Forbidden Forest witthout a professor, that you will be punished direly," she told them all with her usual stern face.

"I hope you take these rumors seriously, as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is no laughing matter, and neither is the idea of his return. With this warning, have a filling meal," she said taking her seat, food appearing on the golden platters at the same time. Her eyes smiled at the awed gasps from the first years as she a chicken breast and put it on her plate.

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[Kazza Reaper]

Raena Azlyn Keating

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A snowy owl above the haunted w.a.t.e.r.s
Poet of ancient gods
Cries to tell the n e v e r e n d i n g story
Prophecy of becoming floods

An aura of mystery surrounds her
The lady in brightest white
Soon the incarnate shall be born
The Creator of the Night

Deep dark is His Majesty's kingdom
A portent of tomorrow's world
There shall the liquid give Him power
The red-eyed unborn lord

Raena was already quiet when McGonagall stood to address the school and listened intently to what the old woman was saying, though it was things that she had heard every year since she started at Hogwarts. Raena had always had a deep respect for the Headmistress, in her actions, and the way that she held herself, and the how she handled a situation such as the one at hand, even though it was so potentially dangerous.

She watched the new students pile nervously into the cavernous room seeming so small and scared of such a huge, intimidating place. She remembered when she was in that line before the Headmistress, she hadn't seemed like a very nice woman then. In fact, Raena had thought that she was downright scary. She had been so frightened that she had tripped over her own feet when her name had been called, but when Professor McGonagall had asked her if she was alright, she actually sounded concerned when she spoke, and that helped her calm herself down and be able to sit on that broken stool without falling to be Sorted into Ravenclaw.

Some of the new first years looked like they were going to trip over the person in front of them, they were so intent on not lagging behind the person in front of them. She found it almost amusing, but with the memory of her own Sorting, it was actually quite sobering to know that she had been exactly the same way. She applauded with the rest of the school every time one of the nervous students joined the ranks of Ravenclaw and gave them a big smile as they passed to make them feel more welcome.

With the Sorting finally over, McGonagall stood again, and directly addressed the entire... issue of the reincarnation, which Raena really hoped was some elaborate hoax. She knew in her heart though that it was no hoax. She didn't know if it was really true, or not, but she knew that the fear that everyone was feeling wasn't the work of some elaborate, and in need of ratings, writer at the Daily Prophet. It was a very sobering thought and she didn't know why anyone would be so risky as to wander the school after hours, or wander into the Forbidden Forest where things were so dangerous without another threat.

McGonagall sat again and food appeared on the golden platters in huge mounds of delicious. True to her word, the first thing that she went for was the baked sweet potato, onto which she slathered butter and a pile of brown sugar. It smelled so good that she didn't even bother putting anything else on her plate before she grabbed her fork and dug in with a happy grin on her face as she chewed.






Fatal embrace of the bloodred waters
The cradle of infinite gloom
The s.p.e.l.l to master this Earth
Carven on an infant's tomb

We shall come to set the dolphins free
We shall wash the darkened bloodred sea
Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas
xxxxxxThe eternity will begin once again in peace

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[Kazza Reaper]

★ s t a r of the s h o w !! 『Mew 』
☆ w e l c o m e to my g i g !! 『Pokémon 』
★ s t a g e name b a b y !! 『Ͼΰяɩϕɛɩʇʏ puɐ Ȋηηϕϲəηϲə: {Ȝʇeяηᾱʅʅʏ} ϓϕΰηg Λʇ Ҕəᾱяʇ 』
☆ t a l k to my m a n a g e r !! 『Kazza Reaper 』

xxx★ Hello. My name is Shiny Mew.
xxx★ But you probably know me as Ͼΰяɩϕɛɩʇʏ puɐ Ȋηηϕϲəηϲə: {Ȝʇeяηᾱʅʅʏ} ϓϕΰηg Λʇ Ҕəᾱяʇ.
xxx★ I'm from Pokémon.
xxx★ There's this voice in my head and it says its name is Kazza Reaper.

xxxxxxxxx xxx 「 Shiny Mew 」
xxx ❛ｐｕｔｍｙ ａｒｍｓ ｉｎ ｆｒａｇｉｌｅ ｈａｎｄｓ ;;
xx xx xx X﹥﹥X Ͼΰяɩϕɛɩʇʏ puɐ Ȋηηϕϲəηϲə: {Ȝʇeяηᾱʅʅʏ} ϓϕΰηg Λʇ Ҕəᾱяʇ
xx ✉ ! ❤ x Kazza Reaper
xx xx xx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
xxxxxxxx xxx xx xxxx P.OKÉMON
xx xx xx ﹙ single ﹚xx ﹙ Straight ﹚

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x x x x x x x x x x x ↘ x x ↘
x ﹙Ͼΰяɩϕɛɩʇʏ puɐ Ȋηηϕϲəηϲə: {Ȝʇeяηᾱʅʅʏ} ϓϕΰηg Λʇ Ҕəᾱяʇ ﹚ x ⇦ ✰ ▋▏❛ whereareyouＧＯＩＮＧ. ❜
x x x x▀ ▄▄▄` ⋆WHEREHAVEYOU ｂｅｅｎ. x ☇ x Pokémon !!

x x x x x x x x x x x ` Mew ，✍ Shiny. ♀
x x x x x ` ❤ ║ x . Kazza Reaper

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SHINY ♀ MEW
xx xx xx xx Ͼΰяɩϕɛɩʇʏ puɐ Ȋηηϕϲəηϲə: {Ȝʇeяηᾱʅʅʏ} ϓϕΰηg Λʇ Ҕəᾱяʇ ✰
xx xx▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ xx ❤ x Pokémon
xx xx xx xx ↝ Kazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

They call me...
Arlai Solora Iinem
But you can call me...
Arlai
You've got to be deaf, blind, and dumb. I'm...
Female
I just so happen to be...
Twelve
Which makes me a...
Third Year
And I am proud to be a...
Ravenclaw
If you must know, I am...
Half-blood
Light the candles and blow them out...
May 23
I come from beautiful...
Sweden
My wand is...
Oak, 10", centaur tail hair, reasonably bendy
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, she says...
Arlai Solora Iinem
My friends would tell you...
Arlai is a very aloof young woman who has a very difficult time of focusing on just one thing at any given time. She is able to concentrate and pick up on just about everything that's going on around her, if only she could remember it all. Her mind seems to move slowly because of the way that she acts most of the time, which may just be true. She always seems confused and looks like she's looking through the person trying to get her attention instead of at them. People often call her strange because of her actions, but most people didn't know how true that was until the middle of her second year.

She was in the middle of Charms trying to get the Locomotor Mortis to work on a parchment weight, when her shoulders set rigidly and her eyes narrowed darkly. She seemed a very unpleasant person just then. She crossed her arms and leaned back staring at the Professor. She was violent, and loud, and spoke in coherent sentences that no one had ever heard her use. She became a rather frightening creature that some wouldn't even classify as human.

It turned out that, after an owl to her father, Arlai had a Dissociative Identity Disorder, and, though it was rare, occasionally she would be overcome by the alters inside of her. Most often the alter that would take control was violent, but there were known to be less dangerous alters as well. They hoped that no one would have to worry about that again while Arlai was still in the school.

So, with her DID and her already odd personality, Arlai tends to have a difficult time in school and gets poor grades because of her inability to focus on one thing. But she always does good enough in the end that she doesn't have to retake a year. Still, with these problems Arlai isn't phased by what people think of her, and she isn't affected by what her poor grades might mean for her future.
Do you really want to know...?
Arlai had a woefully normal childhood, well, as normal as one could get in her predicament. She developed her alternate personalities when she found out that she was a witch, which was also when her mother found out that her father was a wizard. it caused a bit of a problem in the family, and there was a lot of arguing between her parents and Arlai, young though she was, was almost certain that her parents were going to split up. They didn't, not at the time at least, but the stress that Arlai, who was only five at the time she found out that strange things would happen around her, created a kind of fissure in her mind. A few months later, during one of her parents arguments, Arlai, already mentally different than other people, got even worse. Usually quiet, and one to hide while her parents fought, she came out of her hiding spot and started yelling at her parents, telling them to shut up and various other unpleasant things that no child her age would dare say to their parents. When she finished the outburst, she had another, falling to her knees and bursting into heaving sobs, clutching herself and tugging at her hair as if to pull it from her scalp.

Distressed, her parents put aside their differences momentarily to help the child that they had created together during happier times. They couldn't get her to calm down, and she just sat there, so, her father suggested that they take her to St. Mungo's, which her mother resented, but she did want to help her only child, so she agreed. The Healers told them that her mind seemed t be suffering, and this was the way that it was showing itself, by showing different people to the world. The man explained that there weren't really different people in the mind of their child, but the stress that she had undergone had made a fracture of her mind the only way that she could cope with it. He told them that that much stress was usually caused by trauma. He asked them what could have caused that, and the pair assumed that it was their constant arguing and were ashamed that it had happened. They had further damaged their already assumedly damaged daughter.

They left and went back home and for a time things were quiet in the home, and they even had relatives over to the house occasionally. And during these times of peace in the home, Arlai seemed so much better than she had been. They found that she was actually quite intelligent, and that though she wasn't really able to focus on things that she was doing, she did them fairly well, though not anything to be amazed about. Her memory was superb, and even things that she didn't seem to have noticed when they happened, she could repeat back to a person.

Things got rocky again when Arlai was seven, her parents started arguing more again and Arlai's mental state suffered because of it. Her parents decided that it wouldn't be wise or fair to their daughter for them to stay together. So, when she was eight years old, her parents split up, as she feared they would when she was younger. It did so much worse for Arlai at first, just living with her father and visiting her mother only occasionally. But, after a while, she managed.

It was about the time that she started 'managing' that Arlai made herself a friend. Not another person, but her father bought her a stuffed lemur. She named him Simmy, and she never put it down. She even talked with it... him... and seemed to act as if he was talking back to her in a voice that only she could hear. Her father, though worried, didn't let it bother him, since it helped to keep his daughter's mind stable. And, he noticed, that when she was somehow parted from the plush that she would instantly become less stable, and that was something that he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Arlai was only ten when she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Because her birthday was during the school year she was accepted then and happed to be one of the youngest people in her year, and when she first went to the school, in the entire school. She was curious to go to a new place, but she didn't like being parted from her father, who was the only stabe figure in her life at the time, but her father convinced her that everything was going to be fine and that he would write at least once a week, maybe more, and maybe more, until she finally agreed and stepped onto the train with her trunk and a shaking, lonely, shy girl who didn't know what she was getting herself into.

Her mother's since remarried, and now Arlai has a younger brother, though her mother would rather not risk getting him too close to Arlai, just in case.

Arlai is entering her third year at Hogwarts now, and after that first episode in the middle of last year, she didn't feel in the least bit phased by the prospects of this year, and doesn't seem to realize that the entire school is buzzing with the fear of a rumor.
I like...
Ring-tailed Lemurs, plushies, quiet, daydreaming, nature, being barefoot
I really hate...
Loud people and loud noises, unnessecary chattering, a lot of long homework, homework in general, bugs
My specialty...
History of Magic, because her mind can wander and no one cares
This here is...
None, unless you count her lemur plushie
Oh, I almost forgot to mention...
Because of her DID and already diminished mental state Arlai is very unstable and can be violently unpredictable, this tends to get worse when she's in a situation where she feels threatened, uncomfortable, or stressed.
On the other side of the mirror...
Kazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

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[Kazza Reaper]

нєяє's нσω тнє sтσяʏ ɢσєs
xxxxxxxαи∂ нσω мʏ єxιsтєиcє ωαs мєαит тσ вє--

ʟєт тнιs sтσяʏ sσσи υиғσʟ∂
xxxxxxxαи∂ sтαят ωιтн тнє вαsιcs: ʟ ιsтєи тσ мє;;‼
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♓ ωιтн в ʟ є s s є ∂ sтαяs
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xxxxxxxxPisces, The Fish
♓ cαи ʏ σ υ cσυит
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xxxxxxxxSeventeen
♓ ғ α т є тσσк α тυяи
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xxxxxxxx1682 March 10
♓ в ʟ ι и ∂ αs α вαт
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xxxxxxxxFemale
♓ ʏσυ cαи'т c σ и т я σ ʟ мє
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xxxxxxxxTaurus, now and forever
♓ нιɢн т ι ∂ є ι тєʟʟ
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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle

Fae (pronounced Fay) is both and English and French name, the English meaning "Fairy" and the French meaning "Faith." Her parents gave her her first name in hopes that she would remain steadfastly faithful to the old ways, the old beliefs that people once held and that her mother still did.

Claire takes it's origins from the Latin word for "bright" or "clear" and means the same in French. Her parents named her this so that she would be an intelligent young lady, but hopefully one that did not deviate from the norm of the society that the family knew

Lisle (pronounced Lyle) is French for "the island" for which her family took the surname because they lived on the French Île d'Aix, a French colony off the western coast of mainland France.
♓ т σ υ c н тнє sкʏ
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xxxxxxxx5' 1"
♓ sʟαм т н є ɢяσυи∂
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xxxxxxxx104 pounds
♓ ρяσυ∂ σғ мʏ н є я ι т α ɢ є
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xxxxxxxxPure-blooded French, born on the Île d'Aix
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тнє вαsιcs αяє cʟєαяє∂ αи∂ тнє єαятн ∂ιvιиє
xxxxxxxʟєт's ∂ιɢ α ʟ ιттʟє ∂єєρєя αт тнє cσяє

тнιs ωαs тнє ωαʏ ι ωαs мєαит тσ sнιиє
xxxxxxxвє sυяє ʏσυ'яє ρяєραяє∂ ғσя ωнαт's ιи sтσяє;;‼

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♓ тαкє α ρ ι c т υ я є
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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle
♓ ʟυscισυs α и ∂ вєαυтιғυʟ
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xxxxxxxxFae has long blond hair that reaches down to her lower back, though it is usually kept up in
♓ s т α я є αт мє ∂єєρ
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xxxxxxxxA deceiving soft teal color, most of the time, but when she's angry or in the midst of battle they harden into something less humane.
♓ ρ я є ғ є я є и c є ιs ʟιɢнт
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xxxxxxxxHeterosexual
♓ мαʏ ʏσυ ρ ʟ є α s є
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xxxxxxxx♓Moderate weather, especially when it's raining
♓ Taurus, and everything he says and does, but she will vehemently deny that she's obsessed with him
♓ The quiet company of others

♓ н є α v є и ιs иσ ρʟαcє
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xxxxxxxx♓ The poor judgement of others, she is devestated by rejection, especially if either of the above comes from Taurus
♓ Draught, it makes her feel disconnected from her element and she becomes withdrawn and moody
♓ Virgo, she has an insatiable hatred for The Maiden and will only be satisfied when the other is dead
♓ Fishermen and people who eat fish, she believes that the only creatures to eat of the sea are of the sea, fishermen befoul her sea and pilfer from her territory with their fishing
♓ sнιvєяs ∂ σ ω и мʏ sριиє
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xxxxxxxx♓ Solitude and isolation for any length of time
♓ α c н ι ʟ ʟ є s αи∂ ι
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xxxxxxxx♓ If left alone for too long Fae will start showing symptoms of a post traumatic stress disorder, and if it were to go on longer than that point she would likely become crippled and unable to function properly until another person arrives on the scene
♓ Performing so poorly with her blades often leaves her vulnerable to physical attack, especially if she were taken by surprise and unable to perform magic in time to counter.
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иσω ωє'яє ɢєттιиɢ α вιт ρєяsσиαʟ, αʟяιɢнт?
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тнє sтαяs αяє вʟєαк ιи тнє ∂єα∂ σғ иιɢнт
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xxxxxxxxPersonality [Please make it at least two nice paragraphs]

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xxxxxxxxFae would like to tell you that she believes only in herself, but that would be a lie, so she won't tell you that, at least if you're someone who could call her out on it. The one person she believes in more than herself is Taurus, and she believes in him whole-heartedly. She believes that Taurus has the ability to destroy humanity and help avenge the wrong that humans have done to her territiory since the dawn of time. She w
In her past life she worked for Taurus as his tactitian and right hand, and she hopes to take up that post once more once she finds him again. She believes that Taurus will help her, and that the only way to purify humanity is to destroy it and begin anew.

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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle’s story began long before she was born. It began when her mother was just a young woman, just beginning to grow into adulthood, though still with several years to go, she passed through the Bermuda Triangle on her way to the Bahamas, where her parents had decided to move to see the new world and come upon their wealth. The ship was hit by a storm and Vivienne, who was hiding below deck through the storm, fell and hit her head, falling unconscious. It was then that something happened to Vivienne. She dreamt; she dreamt of the Western Zodiac and the gods that people had once believed in, long before the birth of Christianity. Vivienne had read about these ancient gods during her studies, and had since then become devoutly dedicated to them, though she often wondered what would happen to those who didn’t believe, those who had fallen into the trap known as Christianity. She heard a beautiful female voice speaking to her, though she saw nothing but the constellations that was the memory of the Western Zodiac’s power.

Blessed be, child who still believes in me, said the voice in her ear, I shall give you my favor, and in return, you shall one day give me a favor, the voice told her, which, Vivienne thought sounded ominous, but didn’t dare deny one of such power her wish. She nodded her head at nothing because she still saw nothing but an endless expanse of midnight sky.

Vivienne woke in her cot, the sea outside the ship still writhed as if it were angry that they travelled on it, but the storm eventually subsided and the ship, and Vivienne and her parents, made it safely to dock in the Bahamas where they would start their new life. The small family had a small farm, and hired natives to help them work it during the plant and the harvest so that they were able to get the work done at a decent pace, and they paid the hired servants well. Vivienne learned English here, as it was, at the time, technically under British rule and the only other whites that Vivienne could find were British. But, it was only a few years later that Vivienne’s family decided not to stay on the islands, they did not find the wealth that they dreamed of, and the local British, and the natives were sometimes less than kind. Vivienne was happy; she missed her own island home at the Île d’Aix. A few of the servants came with them back to the French island, wanting to see something new themselves, and very much enjoying the payment they received for their work. Back home, Vivienne and her family returned to the farm life that they knew, only, this time they had servants from the New World to show off; sadly, these servants became slaves in the end, as did their children.

When Vivienne was fifteen, a young man from a fairly wealthy family courted her, and the two were married when Vivienne was seventeen. Vivienne gave birth to her first and only child just before she turned twenty, a daughter whom she named Fae Claire Lisle. Vivienne’s parents died when she was only two years old, and Pierre’s, Fae’s father, parents died when she was almost four, so she spent most of her life not knowing her grandparents and doesn’t remember them very well. From the time that she could walk, Fae worked on the farm working to help with the harvest, and doing household chores, just like any other girl her age. She enjoyed weaving and often helped her mother mend clothing. The family had few servants, including the slaves’ children who were barely older than Fae, but the family was lived a fairly comfortable life, but they still did their own work, not wanting to be corrupted by power and money. Both Vivienne and Pierre believed strongly in this, Vivienne believing strongly in the Western Zodiac despite Pierre being a devout Protestant.

Pierre believed that Vivienne practiced witchcraft and danced with the Devil at times and that she was teaching their daughter the same because of some strange happenings that he had noticed with their daughter. He didn’t accuse his wife or daughter of being a witch though, out of love for them, but claimed that any son they created in God’s image would be raised as a devout Protestant, as he was as well. Vivienne agreed, believing that she would never again conceive a child for any man.

Fae was a very strong swimmer, even as a small child. Once, when she was only two years old, she waded too far out into the sea on the beach where her and her parents were having a picnic lunch and was pulled under and swept away by the undertow. Despite her dress, heavy on such a tiny frame, she was able to struggle free of the current and swim to shore, after she had lifted the skirt of the dress to have a freer range of motion for her legs and feet.

She had panicked though, and the first thing that she had done when she was pulled under was gasp out all of the air in her lungs and uselessly flail about until she realized that it was futile. She gulped in air on instinct, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen and found that she could take oxygen out of the water that she was swallowing, but it felt funny on her neck, like the water was coming out there, like there were the gills of a fish there. So young, Fae didn’t think any of this, but was simply happy that she wasn’t drowning.

It was then that things seemed to stop around her, though her hair still flowed around her in a pale blond cloud, so visible in the clear water. Quiet and still, she looked around, her vision blurry and filled with stinging salt water. She saw another figure, and thought of sharks that her mother had once told her lived in the big waters like this one, and thought that she might die. The figure drew closer and looked like a woman, much older than she was, but she couldn’t see her clearly. Maybe this girl was a mermaid, she didn’t know, but she hoped that she would be saved.

Blessed be, child of mine, the woman said in her mind, she must have been a mermaid, they could talk in people’s minds, she heard, and her voice was the most beautiful thing that Fae had ever heard in her life, even more beautiful than her mother’s when she sang her lullaby. As the young woman spoke into her mind she felt a hand, which felt almost ghost-like, against her cheek. Your mother has given me her favor by conceiving you, and you shall be my new life in this new world. You shall be protected by me, for you are me.

With those confusing words, Fae felt those blurry hands put her skirt into her hands, freeing her legs and feet, and Fae started swimming upwards, towards the surface and from there, to the shore. When she reached the shore in her sopping wet dress, made heavier because it was so wet, she was greeted by her hysterical mother, and her father, who was so shocked at his only child’s sudden disappearance that he didn’t know what to think. When Vivienne saw her, she became, if possible, even more hysterical than she had been and her father began weeping in relief.

Mama, Papa! J’ai vu une fille dans l’eau! Elle à sauvé moi! she said in her childish manner, her voice raw and cracking from the salt in the water, pointing back to the water from which she had emerged. Her parents wrote it off as a childish fantasy, but they were still amazed that the child hadn’t drowned, which just added to Pierre’s suspicions of witchcraft.

Fae didn’t go to school for the first time until she was almost six and by then her mother had taught her the English that she had learned as a child living in the Bahamas. The other children found her affinity toward water odd, since whenever she got the chance, Fae would play with the water, barely able to remember that day when she nearly lost her life to the element that she so loved. The other children believed that an island dweller that refused to eat fish was absurd, but Fae protested that the only things that should eat what dwells in the sea should be of the sea itself. All the children knew, the priest told them and their parents told them time and time again, all about witches and how dangerous they were and how to recognize one. The children started talking amongst themselves and within a year, during which time Fae learned to read and write and think logically and skeptically to solve problems, the children’s rumors had spread to reach the ears of their parents, none of whom wanted their own child attending school with a witch-child. They talked amongst themselves at church, noting that mother and daughter never attended mass, which was sacrilegious and suspicious, a sign of the Devil’s work. They looked to Pierre, who was a loving and attentive father and husband and a proper church-going man, who admitted them taken by the Devil’s cruel hand, and claimed that the only reason that he hadn’t stepped forward was his fear that his wife or daughter, who was now seven and fully capable to do the Devil’s dirty work, would curse him. Vivienne hadn’t borne him a son, and he saw this as her having betrayed their marriage vows because he had none to raise as a devout, God-loving boy; and as such, their marriage was void in the eyes of God. He received an annulment from the head of the church and left Vivienne for another, far younger wife.

The villagers watched the widowed woman and her daughter for a time, until Fae was fourteen, seven years later, to watch the witchery unfold. Always they saw strange things happening when young Fae was near water, the water would move about as if blown by a wind on a still day, that the water would jump to her hand if she placed it palm down above the surface. And always, always was the girl singing, though they never caught her singing to the Devil, they knew that she must have.

So, one day in the early autumn of Fae’s fourteenth year just before the harvest began, the entire village converged on Vivienne and Fae’s home and arrested them on the grounds of witchcraft. The two asked when the Western Zodiac had become witchcraft, but they weren’t given the decency of an answer. First, the pair was told that to prove that they were not witches, they must be able to recite the Lord’s Prayer perfectly, and as they believed that no witch could perfectly recall and recite something so holy. Together, mother and daughter recited the prayer of a religion they didn’t follow:


Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,
Que son nom soit sanctifié,
Que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.

Donne-nous aujourd’hui notre pain de ce jour.
Pardonne-nous nos offences
Comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offences.
Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,
Mais délivre-nous du mal,

Car c’est à toi qu’appartiennent le règne,
La puissance et la gloire, aux siècles des siècles. Amen.


The villagers didn’t take that at face value, that because they were able to recite the prayer perfectly they couldn’t be children of the Devil. They demanded another trial. The second trial turned out to be much harder, and much more dangerous. The villagers tied stones to Vivienne and Fae’s legs and then submerged them into a lake; if they died they were innocent, if they lived they were witches to be burned at the stake.

It was another horrific experience for Fae, and again it was in the water. Fae could breathe under water, but her mother could not and Fae watched, struggling valiantly with the rope tying her ankles to the stone so she could swim over to her mother and do the same to get her to the surface, as her mother drowned. She was filled with rage when Pisces came once again to her aid.

Blessed be, child of my soul, she said into her mind in a beautiful voice so familiar yet so strange to Fae, as she had so many years before, Do you remember the last time I, Pisces, came to you? You have power beyond what you know, my reincarnation… find it, she said calmly, the last words sounding almost like an order as Pisces touched one finger to Fae’s chest, above her heart.

With those words, Pisces reached down and unbound Fae’s ankles. Fae swam to the surface as Pisces disappeared into nothing. When Fae breached the surface of the water, she rose above the lake’s surface standing upon a water spout and glaring her rage down to the murderous villagers below.

“Vous avez utilisé mon element des tuer mes propres parents, ma mere… Pourquoi devriez-vous être épargné?” she demanded of them, though none of them would answer, none of them could answer, so paralyzed by fear as they were. She moved to kill them, drown them as they had drowned her mother, but she found that she couldn’t do it. So, instead, she left them there to do as they would and walked away from them.

She went to her father, the only person she hadn’t seen at the trials, whose wife had borne him two sons and a daughter in the years since he had left Vivienne, and asked him to give her shelter. He turned her away, disowned her and rescinded her dowry, and claiming that he wished her dead, as her mother was now dead. Devastated and enraged, Fae turned her back on the only family she had left and left the village that wanted nothing but her death. Fae stopped singing that day, so lost in the turmoil of her emotions, which roiled like the sea in a violent storm. She didn’t know what to think, she wanted to mourn the loss of her mother, she felt guilty and blamed herself for her death and wished that she had died in her stead, she was filled with rage whenever she thought of the villagers that caused it and at the man that she had once called her father, for doing nothing but abandoning them in their time of need and doing his best to bring their downfall.

She stopped at the next town and indentured herself to a wealthy family there. She became their servant; they enjoyed her talent with sewing and weaving and were happy that she could fix their clothes so that they looked almost like new. She helped the other servants to cook and clean the house while the family and their four children, three girls and a lone boy, did very little. Fae enjoyed the work though, it gave her something to distract herself, and move on with her horrible fate. She took up needlepoint in her free time while she stayed with the family, and she gave the works, which got better over time, to the family, who were glad to have it. She bathed in a small stream behind the house, though the family heated water in a wooden tub once a week for them to bathe in. Fae preferred the natural bath to the one she took once a week in that tub and always felt cleaner because she would bathe at least every other day. But, even more than the cleanliness of it, it gave Fae some time to herself where she could be with the water without being disturbed, and she felt at peace when she was in the water.

Fae thought that one of the girls in the family looked nothing like her father, and assumed that the girl was a b*****d child, not that she was about to say anything that might put the mother at risk or drudge up old wounds within the family. The family itself was pretty quiet, but she thought that they were corrupt and they enjoyed their money and doing nice things when they could. She never once saw them go out for something as simple as a picnic lunch, as she had with her own parents back when things made sense, while she stayed with the family and she wondered about that. The b*****d girl had lovely green eyes and light brown hair; she was the youngest of the children, though her mother was carrying her fifth by the time Fae left them, and had a beautiful voice when she sang. She was shy though, and didn’t sing often, at least when she thought that someone might overhear her. Fae loved to listen to her sing, so she would often sit somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop on her vocals during the day. It made her smile, since Fae hadn’t been able to bring herself to sing since her mother had drowned.

One day, when the family sent Fae to the market for something, new thread so that she could mend a seam on the master of the house’s best coat, she was distracted by a gleam in a spring just off the road she was walking along. She stopped to see what it was, wondering if it was perhaps a coin or something that she could keep, and instead found something far more interesting. Investigating, she saw two identical blades sitting at the bottom of the shallow spring. Wanting a better look, Fae grasped the blades, one with each hand, by the hilts and extricated them from the spring, its surface smooth as glass. She admired them in awed wonder, the blades of each looked like water contained in metal, still flowing as if unperturbed by its prison, each had the symbol of Pisces, The Fish engraved into its pommel, which was made of beautiful, ocean smoothed turquoise. She could feel the wild versatility of the blade, almost as if they were a personification of the aquatic element they represented. A small rivulet of lukewarm water seemed to be eternally running down each blade to splatter in tiny droplets upon the hard packed ground beneath her feet. She knew that these blades were hers, as the reincarnation of Pisces of the Western Zodiac, but, for some reason, they didn’t feel natural to her at all. She thought that, if they had once been hers, shouldn’t they feel more familiar to her? She had once heard that the great warriors and heroes of old had called their weapons extensions of their limbs, but this didn’t feel like it should be any part of her arm. The only familiarity she felt with these blades was the energy and power coursing through them.

In her mind she watched a vague and unfamiliar memory from her past life which would explain to her this feeling of unfamiliar familiarity.

Standing upon a rock, her straight ice blue hair whipped madly by the ocean wind, she stared at someone standing before a temple on the hill upon which the rock stood. This other woman had lovely eyes, but she was chanting something that she couldn’t understand, reading it out of a large book she held in her hands. She stepped one foot forward, the iridescent pearl blue scales of her skirt glinting in the dim light they stood in.

“You shall never defeat me,” she taunted the woman holding the book, which she assumed to be a spell book since she was chanting what seemed to be spells over it. They were nowhere near the ocean, yet the hill was surrounded by ocean waves, and the wind one finds in the middle of the deep, vast ocean. This was her magic, her control over the water so great that she could summon oceans to her aid no matter the distance. Or had she created the oceanic battleground?

“Wrong Pisces!” the other retorted in a screech. There was a small distance between them and Pisces couldn’t see the sweat beading on the other woman’s forehead. Pisces felt powerful, but she could feel the tug of the ocean wishing her to join it for a swim, or something else entirely and if she kept the ocean much longer she would grow tired and weakened, but if she released it, then certainly Virgo, for that was who the other was, The Maiden, would take advantage of her moment of weakness and destroy her.

“Your ashes then, Virgo,” she scoffed in return, trying hard not to show her weakness as a wave lashed at Virgo, only for it to be stopped by a barrier that The Maiden had created.

Scoffing once more, Pisces took up her weapon, a lovely trident not much shorter than she was, and hefted it. She aimed quickly but carefully and thrust it at her opponent, piercing her barrier and hitting her directly in her right eye. Her aim had been perfect and true, and she crossed her arms victoriously as The Maiden fell from her roost at the temple, a broad grin breaking across her stern face.

“Pompous girl, you got what you deserved. Aries is sure to falter without his tactician,” she claimed boldly.

The book that The Maiden had dropped as she fell hit the ground with an explosion, casting Pisces back and away. As she went, her pride and joy, her trident that had saved her in so many battles against humanity and the Zodiacs that wished to save it, snapped its blade and hilt broken. When she woke, she found it lying beside her in pieces and she was filled with rage and sorrow for the loss of a dear friend. When she was fully healed, she gathered up the pieces and brought them to a master ironsmith and asked humbly if there was anything that could be done about the mangled weapon. Her rage returned when he told her that he could not fix the trident, and that the damage was too great for even him, the finest craftsman in the lands, to repair. So terrified was he of her anger, he told her instead that he would forge a new weapon for her out of the pieces she had brought him. She was pacified by this offer and left the pieces with the smith to be created into something new.

Days passed into weeks, and weeks quickly became months and Pisces’ patience wore thinner and thinner, until one day the smith told her that she would have her new weapon the next day. And so, she returned the next day to see him and receive her new weapon. He bestowed upon her twin blades made of two spikes of the trident. The energy of the trident had not been altered or damaged by the forging, and Pisces was pleased, but these weapons were new, and completely different from what she knew. She would have to start her training over from the beginning if she hoped to still be of some use to this war. She thanked the smith and paid him for his troubles and his good work and was on her way. She started training that very day, though, before she was able to become even proficient with the new dual weapons, the Zodiacs made their truce and became naught but ashes in the Bermuda Triangle.

Fae woke from this disturbing memory to find the spirit of Pisces standing atop the surface of the spring where she had found the blades watching her with a calm look about her. She seemed nothing like the violent creature of the memory, but, Fae supposed that people must act differently outside of battle than they do in its midst.

“By now you have realized who I am, and have come to terms with who you are. I see it in your eyes,” she said, as always through some sort of telepathic link, “This is the last that you will see of me, child of my soul, for you are now me. You have inherited some abilities from your past life; promise me that you will not let your magic go to waste.”

“I would never let real Zodiac magic go to waste,” she said to the spirit confidently, “I just need to practice.”

The Fish nodded, approving of what she heard, and of the confidence in her tone. As a parting gift, she held out two sheaths for her blades; they were made of simple leather and were conveniently waterproof to hide the perpetual dripping down the blade. She thought for a moment about that, and found herself glade that the blades weren’t made of a normal metal, if it was a metal at all. The moment the sheaths were out of Pisces’ grasp, she disappeared.

She looked up at the sky once the spirit was gone and was surprised that it wasn’t much later than it was. That entire ordeal had taken less time than she had thought it did. So, she sat down in the dirt for a moment, knowing that her dress was getting dusty as she did so, and thought about the things that had just been revealed to her. She looked down at the blades that she had placed gently into her lap, her eyes narrowing. This was Virgo’s fault, she had been the reason her trident was broken. She gripped the hilt of one of the blades and vowed, “You will not escape from me, Fair Maiden, I will hunt you down, and I shall take revenge for the wrong you have dealt me,” not knowing that Virgo would make a similar vow, and not thinking that taking just an eye had been a fair exchange for the loss that she had suffered. She gently slipped the blades into their sheaths, finding that they fit perfectly: snug, but not so much so that they would be difficult to draw in a time of need.

It was that day that Fae left the family who had been so kind to her for a year, she was fifteen years old at the time. In fact, she only went back to that house once, half a year later, to find that the mother had borne her husband another son, and that the youngest daughter, whom she had adored listening to so much, had died of illness over the winter. The family had only searched for Fae for two days after she didn’t come home from the market, but they gave the search up as a lost cause after that, having come up with the same suspicions that her home village had and believed that she was a witch-child. Their biggest qualm about her disappearance was that she had disappeared with the money given to her to buy the thread, and the money they paid her for her indentured servitude.

Fae walked for miles into the wilderness, staying quiet and nervously looking around herself for any dangerous wild animals. She settled by a spring in the middle of the forest, which was often visited by the local wildlife for drinking water and to bathe or cool themselves off in the summer. She was careful, especially at the beginning when she was so nervous that something would come along and make a meal out of her in the night that she didn’t sleep for the entire first week, instead huddling on her bed of leaves and moss watching for any danger. The animals were wary as well, thinking that she may be a hunter, but eventually they grew accustomed to her presence, as she grew accustomed to theirs, and neither paid the other mind.

Fae made good use of the needle she had forgotten that she had stuck in her skirt for safe keeping before leaving the house, and the thread she had stuffed in her bodice while it lasted. With it she made some practical things, like a blanket that didn’t fall apart whenever she moved and a water skin out of the first animal that she killed and skinned for when she moved far away from her water source. She lived off of the various natural things that she found nearby, from berries to small animals, and the occasional wild pig. She used what she could from the animals that she felled, the skins became blankets to replace the one that she had originally made, the bones became needles once the one she had with her had become useless. She had to be quick of wit and of reflex to be able to kill most of her prey as they were small and easily frightened.

She had to admit to herself that she never would have imagined herself living like a wild thing in the middle of the forest. But, while she did those various day to day things that she needed to do in order to survive, she trained, and honed her skills with magic and the blades. She found that when she was in contact with any sort of water, her magical abilities were enhanced, though she never did find out how it was that she summoned water from nothing; little did she know that she was condensing the water in the air into something tangible. That was where her strength lie, in her water magic. Her blades, on the other hand, became the bane of her existence. Granted, she had never had any sort of formal weapons training in her life, but she had seen people wielding blades and she just couldn’t master her own. In the end, she decided to name the blades Imperfection and Futility because of how she loathed them, and through them, she loathed Virgo all the more for causing the destruction of her trident.

Fae stayed in her seclusion, feeling lonely every day, wishing that she had another person to keep her company, but knowing that any normal person would just hunt her as a witch as they had in her home town. She didn’t want to know that again, she hated it and thought about how unfair it was that she be alone while such unworthy people were surrounded by others, even though those people were just as unworthy. For two years she was alone with nothing but the wilds around her for company. She had refused to leave the forest until her magical powers rivaled those of her previous life. She intended to continue working her skills until she had surpassed her former self, but for the time being she would settle for the rivalry with herself. She was proficient with her blades, having been able to practice vital shots on wild animals on occasion, but she hoped to find a teacher that could help her hopeless case somewhere, but had no idea who would train a female student.

So, with so many roiling thoughts going through her mind, Fae cleaned and dried the dress that she had gone into the forest wearing, knowing that she would one day have to rejoin the real world. It was too small for her now, and she wasn’t able to lace the bodice as well as she might have wanted and the skirt was too short. Not to mention that the shoes were horrendously too small after two years, but she could pass as a normal citizen if no one looked at her too closely. All except for her hair, there wasn’t much that she could do about that, it was a mess of limp pale blond strands hanging loose around her shoulders and down her back. She would have loved a comb for her hair, and some pins to put it up, but the wilderness didn’t offer such things, just like it didn’t offer real soap, so she would have to keep a distance from people to keep from garnering suspicion.

When she left the forest, she made one sidetrack before starting on her quest, she went back to her home village, sure that no one would recognize her, and even if they did they wouldn’t be able to harm her. Her father was an old man, and his second wife had died, seemingly some time ago. So, the aging man had to contend with three children on his own and he was finding it difficult. Pierre spotted Fae as she watched him in the village square with the three children. Something akin to recognition flared in his eyes, but she didn’t acknowledge it and it disappeared. Fae thought that her father deserved what he had been allotted in this life and felt no pity for him or his children, though she did find herself feeling sympathetic towards them. It was that moment, when she felt that spark of sympathy for her half siblings, that Fae decided that staying in the village for any longer would be dangerous. Villagers were always wary of unfamiliar people, and she had become one of those. As she left the village, she noticed that the small cottage that she and her mother had lived in after Pierre had cast them out of his home was in disrepair. Honestly though, she was surprised it was even still there, she had expected the villagers to tear it down and use the good wood and stone to make something else. But, apparently everything her and her mother had touched was tainted by the Devil or something, because there it still stood, albeit covered in nature.

She slipped inside the cottage and found that everything was still there, covered in a thick coating of dust that stated that no one had been there since she and her mother had last left it. Some things were falling apart, but others she could use still. She found a fine bone comb that had belonged to her mother and took that, as well as some ivory hair pieces that had been a gift from her father at some point and used those to make her hair look halfway decent. She carefully opened a chest and took out one of her mother’s old dresses. Her mother had been taller than she, but she did find one dress that had been too small for her mother. She stripped down of the too small dress that she was wearing and put on her the one that had been her mother’s. She was glad to find it still in good condition, and gave credit to the chest, which seemed to have kept any bugs out of it.

Now that she was in new clothes that fit and her hair looked some sort of decent, Fae started on her quest: to find Taurus, her master. As she set out on her journey, and as she traveled along looking for this elusive master, though she had no idea where to start or how, she saw defilement of the territory that she called her own and began to hate humanity even more, the cruel fate humanity had set her mother always spurning her on, festering in the back of her mind. She began to wish the destruction of those who destroy so much, and wanting nothing more than to purify the world in this way.

And, of course, she wants to find Virgo, and end the blood feud between them, with her as the victor.


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xxxxxxxxAquatic magics: Fae is a master of aquatic magic, which includes, but is not limited to things such as the manipulation of water and summoning water by condensing the water in the air around her. The magic is not affected by whether the water is fresh water or salt water. She can use her magic both offensively or defensively, but Fae tends to be a more offensive combatant, but she is careful as well. Defensive magic takes more energy for her to use. She is always tired after using magic for long periods of time.

Water breathing: Fae has the ability to breathe underwater by swallowing water, absorbing the oxygen therein, and pushing out the excess water through the pores in her neck. This ability doesn't feel like magic to Fae, but she can't explain it either. She doesn't know how she does it and it doesn't take any effort on her part apart from breathing.

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xxxxxxxx♓ Swimming: Fae has been a strong swimmer all of her life and finds herself unrivaled when it comes to racing in the water. She swims as if she had fins instead of legs and fingers.
♓ Sewing and weaving: Fae took up sewing and needlework when she was young and always found it enjoyable. It isn't a very useful skill unless someone needs something mended.
♓ Cooking: Not exactly a skill, but Fae is a decent cook, her specialty is a vegetable stew simmered in salt water.
♓ Combat: Fae has taught herself basic hand to hand combat in the past few years, but her skills are still only basic and she hopes to find someone with real skill that would be able to teach her, but she doesn't know who would take on a female student.
♓ ι т ' s вʏ мʏ sι∂є
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xxxxxxxxPisces original weapon was a magnificent trident, which was broken in her fight against Virgo. The Fish had the two pieces of the trident forged by a mastersmith into a new weapon, which became the weapon that Fae inherited. Because Pisces had so little oppotunity with her new weapons that Fae in the future finds them unfamiliar and as such is not the greatest swordsman.

These blades, which she named Imperfection and Futility because of the difficulty that she had in training herself with them for those two years that she spent in solitude. The blades are embued with the power of the element of water and appear to be contained water, and a single rivulet of water running down the length of the blade to drip forever upon the ground below. The blades feel nothing like extensions of her limbs.

She has to practice daily to keep at her current level of proficiency, which is a level that she abhors and wants to surpass with a vehement determination.

♓ ιи тнє в α c к ɢ я σ υ и ∂
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♓ вʏ т н є вʏ
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♓ cαяє тσ є x ρ ʟ α ι и
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xxxxxxxxKazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

нєяє's нσω тнє sтσяʏ ɢσєs
xxxxxxxαи∂ нσω мʏ єxιsтєиcє ωαs мєαит тσ вє--

ʟєт тнιs sтσяʏ sσσи υиғσʟ∂
xxxxxxxαи∂ sтαят ωιтн тнє вαsιcs: ʟ ιsтєи тσ мє;;‼
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♓ ωιтн в ʟ є s s є ∂ sтαяs
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xxxxxxxxPisces, The Fish
♓ cαи ʏ σ υ cσυит
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xxxxxxxxSeventeen
♓ ғ α т є тσσк α тυяи
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xxxxxxxx1682 March 10
♓ в ʟ ι и ∂ αs α вαт
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xxxxxxxxFemale
♓ ʏσυ cαи'т c σ и т я σ ʟ мє
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xxxxxxxxTaurus, now and forever
♓ нιɢн т ι ∂ є ι тєʟʟ
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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle

Fae (pronounced Fay) is both and English and French name, the English meaning "Fairy" and the French meaning "Faith." Her parents gave her her first name in hopes that she would remain steadfastly faithful to the old ways, the old beliefs that people once held and that her mother still did.

Claire takes it's origins from the Latin word for "bright" or "clear" and means the same in French. Her parents named her this so that she would be an intelligent young lady, but hopefully one that did not deviate from the norm of the society that the family knew

Lisle (pronounced Lyle) is French for "the island" for which her family took the surname because they lived on the French Île d'Aix, a French colony off the western coast of mainland France.
♓ т σ υ c н тнє sкʏ
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♓ sʟαм т н є ɢяσυи∂
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♓ ρяσυ∂ σғ мʏ н є я ι т α ɢ є
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xxxxxxxxPure-blooded French, born on the Île d'Aix
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[Kazza Reaper]

тнє вαsιcs αяє cʟєαяє∂ αи∂ тнє єαятн ∂ιvιиє
xxxxxxxʟєт's ∂ιɢ α ʟ ιттʟє ∂єєρєя αт тнє cσяє

тнιs ωαs тнє ωαʏ ι ωαs мєαит тσ sнιиє
xxxxxxxвє sυяє ʏσυ'яє ρяєραяє∂ ғσя ωнαт's ιи sтσяє;;‼

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♓ тαкє α ρ ι c т υ я є
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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle
♓ ʟυscισυs α и ∂ вєαυтιғυʟ
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xxxxxxxxFae has long blond hair that reaches down to her lower back, though it is usually kept up in an elaborate, braided bun which is held snugly at the back of her head, a blue ribbon used as a decoration at the base of the bun, but she allows her bangs to fall freely to frame her face. The rare time that her hair is down is when she knows for certain that there isn't work or battle on the horizon, then it falls loosely in pale blonde waves down her back, slightly reminiscent of rivulets of water running down her skin.
♓ s т α я є αт мє ∂єєρ
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xxxxxxxxA deceiving soft teal color, most of the time, but when she's angry or in the midst of battle they harden into something less humane.
♓ ρ я є ғ є я є и c є ιs ʟιɢнт
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xxxxxxxxHeterosexual
♓ мαʏ ʏσυ ρ ʟ є α s є
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xxxxxxxx♓Moderate weather, especially when it's raining
♓ Taurus, and everything he says and does, but she will vehemently deny that she's obsessed with him
♓ The quiet company of others
♓ Thinking out strategies and putting them to good use
♓ Getting praise and feeling useful, especially where Taurus is involved
♓ Arguing with people, unless she loses the argument

♓ н є α v є и ιs иσ ρʟαcє
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xxxxxxxx♓ The poor judgement of others, she is devestated by rejection, especially if either of the above comes from Taurus
♓ Draught, it makes her feel disconnected from her element and she becomes withdrawn and moody
♓ Virgo, she has an insatiable hatred for The Maiden and will only be satisfied when the other is dead
♓ Fishermen and people who eat fish, she believes that the only creatures to eat of the sea are of the sea, fishermen befoul her sea and pilfer from her territory with their fishing
♓ Losing an argument, it makes her feel inferior and she hates that
♓ sнιvєяs ∂ σ ω и мʏ sριиє
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xxxxxxxx♓ Solitude and isolation for any length of time
♓ Disease, because it can be so volatile bringing about a quick painless death or a long, drawn-out painful death that makes people beg for the end
♓ Christians of any denomination, they took the family that she was so happy with and tore it apart slowly, turned her own father against her, and murdered her mother
♓ She has a fear of being wrong, thinking that if she were to be wrong then she would be seen as less by the people who were counting on her and such things may lead to rejection
♓ Sympathy, she is afraid that one day when her hand is stayed by the look in her victims eyes that she will be felled by the very person that she spared
♓ α c н ι ʟ ʟ є s αи∂ ι
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xxxxxxxx♓ If left alone for too long Fae will start showing symptoms of a post traumatic stress disorder, and if it were to go on longer than that point she would likely become crippled and unable to function properly until another person arrives on the scene
♓ Performing so poorly with her blades often leaves her vulnerable to physical attack, especially if she were taken by surprise and unable to perform magic in time to counter.
♓ Inferiority complex, Fae always feels that she could do better and strives to do so, even if there was no way that something could be improved. She doesn't realize that she does the best that she can with what she is given. She doesn't realize that if she stopped worrying about these things that she would do better with them.She refused to be outdone by anyone, especially Virgo.

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[Kazza Reaper]

иσω ωє'яє ɢєттιиɢ α вιт ρєяsσиαʟ, αʟяιɢнт?
xxxxxxxтнє ғιиιsнιиɢ тσυcнєs σи тнιs тαʟє

тнє sтαяs αяє вʟєαк ιи тнє ∂єα∂ σғ иιɢнт
xxxxxxxsнαʟʟ яєαcн α иσтє σи тнє нιɢнєsт scαʟє;;‼

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♓ ʏσυ ɢєт ω н α т ʏσυ ɢєт
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xxxxxxxxFae is a weak-willed young woman, but one would be hard-pressed to actually see that side of her. What she wants you to see is that she's a powerful warrior with a strong suit in strategy, and a run of sadism in battle. She is easily led by people who seem like they would gain her a foothold in with her own goals. Her loyalty in the one that leads her in unquestionable, and one would never dare say that she doesn't do her work to the best of her abilities.

She is secretive and tends to give vague answers when she is asked certain questions, or vague as a general rule. She is able to lead people into her traps easily and is quite manipulative, in and outside of battle, which makes her a good counterpart to Taurus. She is known to be a naïve young woman, but she is also known to speak her mind, quite loudly, when talking about strategy and battle. She does question whether she is being manipulated, but in the end, whenever she questions it, she decides that as long as it gets her closer to her goal that she doesn't much care. Because of this, and other things, Fae shows herself to be selfless and idealistic, believing that anything is possible, even the destruction of mankind, is possible. She escapes reality when she's with the water that she loves so much and doesn't often think past that water. But, she does occasionally see the larger picture and realizes that is has not seen much of the world, but during this war, that may just change.

Fae is devious, very devious, but even that doesn't stop her from being sympathetic and sensative, both things that she tries to hide from the world, but there are times, especially seeing fear and sorrow in the eyes of another, that these characteristics will show through. She is also imaginative and inuitive, things that she enjoys, but not things that she would enjoy the entire world to know.

Fae is not a very talented weapons master, something that she's still trying to work on and will for the rest of her life. Her strength lies in her aquatic magics and her strategists mind, which is only rivaled by her gratest rival, The Maiden. She is crude on the battlefield, but she will not kill without reason, no matter how much she wants to sometimes, and even though she wishes the complete destruction of humanity. There's just something about the fear in her victim's eyes, fear of her and fear of their imminent death, stays her hand and she walks away leaving the kill for another. But, if she sees someone suffering and the most mercy that she can show them is to quicken their fate, Fae will strike them a fatal blow.

♓ ʏσυ cαииσт s н α к є мє
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xxxxxxxxFae would like to tell you that she believes only in herself, but that would be a lie, so she won't tell you that, at least if you're someone who could call her out on it. The one person she believes in more than herself is Taurus, and she believes in him whole-heartedly. She believes that Taurus has the ability to destroy humanity and help avenge the wrong that humans have done to her territiory since the dawn of time. She wishes for nothing more than revenge against that people that she feels have wronged her.

Over the years, as she was growing up, she learned to hate humanity for having wronged her so much in this life. She doesn't remember most of her previous life and she fears that what the humans have done to her was even worse then. She believes herself to be something akin to the personification of water itself, and that the water is crying out in pain against those that have polluted her and taken from her.

In her past life she worked for Taurus as his tactitian and right hand, and she hopes to take up that post once more once she finds him again. She believes that Taurus will help her, and that the only way to purify humanity is to destroy it and begin anew.

♓ ʟ ι s т є и тσ мʏ sтσяʏ
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xxxxxxxxFae Claire Lisle’s story began long before she was born. It began when her mother was just a young woman, just beginning to grow into adulthood, though still with several years to go, she passed through the Bermuda Triangle on her way to the Bahamas, where her parents had decided to move to see the new world and come upon their wealth. The ship was hit by a storm and Vivienne, who was hiding below deck through the storm, fell and hit her head, falling unconscious. It was then that something happened to Vivienne. She dreamt; she dreamt of the Western Zodiac and the gods that people had once believed in, long before the birth of Christianity. Vivienne had read about these ancient gods during her studies, and had since then become devoutly dedicated to them, though she often wondered what would happen to those who didn’t believe, those who had fallen into the trap known as Christianity. She heard a beautiful female voice speaking to her, though she saw nothing but the constellations that was the memory of the Western Zodiac’s power.

Blessed be, child who still believes in me, said the voice in her ear, I shall give you my favor, and in return, you shall one day give me a favor, the voice told her, which, Vivienne thought sounded ominous, but didn’t dare deny one of such power her wish. She nodded her head at nothing because she still saw nothing but an endless expanse of midnight sky.

Vivienne woke in her cot, the sea outside the ship still writhed as if it were angry that they travelled on it, but the storm eventually subsided and the ship, and Vivienne and her parents, made it safely to dock in the Bahamas where they would start their new life. The small family had a small farm, and hired natives to help them work it during the plant and the harvest so that they were able to get the work done at a decent pace, and they paid the hired servants well. Vivienne learned English here, as it was, at the time, technically under British rule and the only other whites that Vivienne could find were British. But, it was only a few years later that Vivienne’s family decided not to stay on the islands, they did not find the wealth that they dreamed of, and the local British, and the natives were sometimes less than kind. Vivienne was happy; she missed her own island home at the Île d’Aix. A few of the servants came with them back to the French island, wanting to see something new themselves, and very much enjoying the payment they received for their work. Back home, Vivienne and her family returned to the farm life that they knew, only, this time they had servants from the New World to show off; sadly, these servants became slaves in the end, as did their children.

When Vivienne was fifteen, a young man from a fairly wealthy family courted her, and the two were married when Vivienne was seventeen. Vivienne gave birth to her first and only child just before she turned twenty, a daughter whom she named Fae Claire Lisle. Vivienne’s parents died when she was only two years old, and Pierre’s, Fae’s father, parents died when she was almost four, so she spent most of her life not knowing her grandparents and doesn’t remember them very well. From the time that she could walk, Fae worked on the farm working to help with the harvest, and doing household chores, just like any other girl her age. She enjoyed weaving and often helped her mother mend clothing. The family had few servants, including the slaves’ children who were barely older than Fae, but the family was lived a fairly comfortable life, but they still did their own work, not wanting to be corrupted by power and money. Both Vivienne and Pierre believed strongly in this, Vivienne believing strongly in the Western Zodiac despite Pierre being a devout Protestant.

Pierre believed that Vivienne practiced witchcraft and danced with the Devil at times and that she was teaching their daughter the same because of some strange happenings that he had noticed with their daughter. He didn’t accuse his wife or daughter of being a witch though, out of love for them, but claimed that any son they created in God’s image would be raised as a devout Protestant, as he was as well. Vivienne agreed, believing that she would never again conceive a child for any man.

Fae was a very strong swimmer, even as a small child. Once, when she was only two years old, she waded too far out into the sea on the beach where her and her parents were having a picnic lunch and was pulled under and swept away by the undertow. Despite her dress, heavy on such a tiny frame, she was able to struggle free of the current and swim to shore, after she had lifted the skirt of the dress to have a freer range of motion for her legs and feet.

She had panicked though, and the first thing that she had done when she was pulled under was gasp out all of the air in her lungs and uselessly flail about until she realized that it was futile. She gulped in air on instinct, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen and found that she could take oxygen out of the water that she was swallowing, but it felt funny on her neck, like the water was coming out there, like there were the gills of a fish there. So young, Fae didn’t think any of this, but was simply happy that she wasn’t drowning.

It was then that things seemed to stop around her, though her hair still flowed around her in a pale blond cloud, so visible in the clear water. Quiet and still, she looked around, her vision blurry and filled with stinging salt water. She saw another figure, and thought of sharks that her mother had once told her lived in the big waters like this one, and thought that she might die. The figure drew closer and looked like a woman, much older than she was, but she couldn’t see her clearly. Maybe this girl was a mermaid, she didn’t know, but she hoped that she would be saved.

Blessed be, child of mine, the woman said in her mind, she must have been a mermaid, they could talk in people’s minds, she heard, and her voice was the most beautiful thing that Fae had ever heard in her life, even more beautiful than her mother’s when she sang her lullaby. As the young woman spoke into her mind she felt a hand, which felt almost ghost-like, against her cheek. Your mother has given me her favor by conceiving you, and you shall be my new life in this new world. You shall be protected by me, for you are me.

With those confusing words, Fae felt those blurry hands put her skirt into her hands, freeing her legs and feet, and Fae started swimming upwards, towards the surface and from there, to the shore. When she reached the shore in her sopping wet dress, made heavier because it was so wet, she was greeted by her hysterical mother, and her father, who was so shocked at his only child’s sudden disappearance that he didn’t know what to think. When Vivienne saw her, she became, if possible, even more hysterical than she had been and her father began weeping in relief.

Mama, Papa! J’ai vu une fille dans l’eau! Elle à sauvé moi! she said in her childish manner, her voice raw and cracking from the salt in the water, pointing back to the water from which she had emerged. Her parents wrote it off as a childish fantasy, but they were still amazed that the child hadn’t drowned, which just added to Pierre’s suspicions of witchcraft.

Fae didn’t go to school for the first time until she was almost six and by then her mother had taught her the English that she had learned as a child living in the Bahamas. The other children found her affinity toward water odd, since whenever she got the chance, Fae would play with the water, barely able to remember that day when she nearly lost her life to the element that she so loved. The other children believed that an island dweller that refused to eat fish was absurd, but Fae protested that the only things that should eat what dwells in the sea should be of the sea itself. All the children knew, the priest told them and their parents told them time and time again, all about witches and how dangerous they were and how to recognize one. The children started talking amongst themselves and within a year, during which time Fae learned to read and write and think logically and skeptically to solve problems, the children’s rumors had spread to reach the ears of their parents, none of whom wanted their own child attending school with a witch-child. They talked amongst themselves at church, noting that mother and daughter never attended mass, which was sacrilegious and suspicious, a sign of the Devil’s work. They looked to Pierre, who was a loving and attentive father and husband and a proper church-going man, who admitted them taken by the Devil’s cruel hand, and claimed that the only reason that he hadn’t stepped forward was his fear that his wife or daughter, who was now seven and fully capable to do the Devil’s dirty work, would curse him. Vivienne hadn’t borne him a son, and he saw this as her having betrayed their marriage vows because he had none to raise as a devout, God-loving boy; and as such, their marriage was void in the eyes of God. He received an annulment from the head of the church and left Vivienne for another, far younger wife.

The villagers watched the widowed woman and her daughter for a time, until Fae was fourteen, seven years later, to watch the witchery unfold. Always they saw strange things happening when young Fae was near water, the water would move about as if blown by a wind on a still day, that the water would jump to her hand if she placed it palm down above the surface. And always, always was the girl singing, though they never caught her singing to the Devil, they knew that she must have.

So, one day in the early autumn of Fae’s fourteenth year just before the harvest began, the entire village converged on Vivienne and Fae’s home and arrested them on the grounds of witchcraft. The two asked when the Western Zodiac had become witchcraft, but they weren’t given the decency of an answer. First, the pair was told that to prove that they were not witches, they must be able to recite the Lord’s Prayer perfectly, and as they believed that no witch could perfectly recall and recite something so holy. Together, mother and daughter recited the prayer of a religion they didn’t follow:

Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,
Que son nom soit sanctifié,
Que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.

Donne-nous aujourd’hui notre pain de ce jour.
Pardonne-nous nos offences
Comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offences.
Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,
Mais délivre-nous du mal,

Car c’est à toi qu’appartiennent le règne,
La puissance et la gloire, aux siècles des siècles. Amen.

The villagers didn’t take that at face value, that because they were able to recite the prayer perfectly they couldn’t be children of the Devil. They demanded another trial. The second trial turned out to be much harder, and much more dangerous. The villagers tied stones to Vivienne and Fae’s legs and then submerged them into a lake; if they died they were innocent, if they lived they were witches to be burned at the stake.

It was another horrific experience for Fae, and again it was in the water. Fae could breathe under water, but her mother could not and Fae watched, struggling valiantly with the rope tying her ankles to the stone so she could swim over to her mother and do the same to get her to the surface, as her mother drowned. She was filled with rage when Pisces came once again to her aid.

Blessed be, child of my soul, she said into her mind in a beautiful voice so familiar yet so strange to Fae, as she had so many years before, Do you remember the last time I, Pisces, came to you? You have power beyond what you know, my reincarnation… find it, she said calmly, the last words sounding almost like an order as Pisces touched one finger to Fae’s chest, above her heart.

With those words, Pisces reached down and unbound Fae’s ankles. Fae swam to the surface as Pisces disappeared into nothing. When Fae breached the surface of the water, she rose above the lake’s surface standing upon a water spout and glaring her rage down to the murderous villagers below.

“Vous avez utilisé mon element des tuer mes propres parents, ma mere… Pourquoi devriez-vous être épargné?” she demanded of them, though none of them would answer, none of them could answer, so paralyzed by fear as they were. She moved to kill them, drown them as they had drowned her mother, but she found that she couldn’t do it. So, instead, she left them there to do as they would and walked away from them.

She went to her father, the only person she hadn’t seen at the trials, whose wife had borne him two sons and a daughter in the years since he had left Vivienne, and asked him to give her shelter. He turned her away, disowned her and rescinded her dowry, and claiming that he wished her dead, as her mother was now dead. Devastated and enraged, Fae turned her back on the only family she had left and left the village that wanted nothing but her death. Fae stopped singing that day, so lost in the turmoil of her emotions, which roiled like the sea in a violent storm. She didn’t know what to think, she wanted to mourn the loss of her mother, she felt guilty and blamed herself for her death and wished that she had died in her stead, she was filled with rage whenever she thought of the villagers that caused it and at the man that she had once called her father, for doing nothing but abandoning them in their time of need and doing his best to bring their downfall.

She stopped at the next town and indentured herself to a wealthy family there. She became their servant; they enjoyed her talent with sewing and weaving and were happy that she could fix their clothes so that they looked almost like new. She helped the other servants to cook and clean the house while the family and their four children, three girls and a lone boy, did very little. Fae enjoyed the work though, it gave her something to distract herself, and move on with her horrible fate. She took up needlepoint in her free time while she stayed with the family, and she gave the works, which got better over time, to the family, who were glad to have it. She bathed in a small stream behind the house, though the family heated water in a wooden tub once a week for them to bathe in. Fae preferred the natural bath to the one she took once a week in that tub and always felt cleaner because she would bathe at least every other day. But, even more than the cleanliness of it, it gave Fae some time to herself where she could be with the water without being disturbed, and she felt at peace when she was in the water.

Fae thought that one of the girls in the family looked nothing like her father, and assumed that the girl was a b*****d child, not that she was about to say anything that might put the mother at risk or drudge up old wounds within the family. The family itself was pretty quiet, but she thought that they were corrupt and they enjoyed their money and doing nice things when they could. She never once saw them go out for something as simple as a picnic lunch, as she had with her own parents back when things made sense, while she stayed with the family and she wondered about that. The b*****d girl had lovely green eyes and light brown hair; she was the youngest of the children, though her mother was carrying her fifth by the time Fae left them, and had a beautiful voice when she sang. She was shy though, and didn’t sing often, at least when she thought that someone might overhear her. Fae loved to listen to her sing, so she would often sit somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop on her vocals during the day. It made her smile, since Fae hadn’t been able to bring herself to sing since her mother had drowned.

One day, when the family sent Fae to the market for something, new thread so that she could mend a seam on the master of the house’s best coat, she was distracted by a gleam in a spring just off the road she was walking along. She stopped to see what it was, wondering if it was perhaps a coin or something that she could keep, and instead found something far more interesting. Investigating, she saw two identical blades sitting at the bottom of the shallow spring. Wanting a better look, Fae grasped the blades, one with each hand, by the hilts and extricated them from the spring, its surface smooth as glass. She admired them in awed wonder, the blades of each looked like water contained in metal, still flowing as if unperturbed by its prison, each had the symbol of Pisces, The Fish engraved into its pommel, which was made of beautiful, ocean smoothed turquoise. She could feel the wild versatility of the blade, almost as if they were a personification of the aquatic element they represented. A small rivulet of lukewarm water seemed to be eternally running down each blade to splatter in tiny droplets upon the hard packed ground beneath her feet. She knew that these blades were hers, as the reincarnation of Pisces of the Western Zodiac, but, for some reason, they didn’t feel natural to her at all. She thought that, if they had once been hers, shouldn’t they feel more familiar to her? She had once heard that the great warriors and heroes of old had called their weapons extensions of their limbs, but this didn’t feel like it should be any part of her arm. The only familiarity she felt with these blades was the energy and power coursing through them.

In her mind she watched a vague and unfamiliar memory from her past life which would explain to her this feeling of unfamiliar familiarity.

Standing upon a rock, her straight ice blue hair whipped madly by the ocean wind, she stared at someone standing before a temple on the hill upon which the rock stood. This other woman had lovely eyes, but she was chanting something that she couldn’t understand, reading it out of a large book she held in her hands. She stepped one foot forward, the iridescent pearl blue scales of her skirt glinting in the dim light they stood in.

“You shall never defeat me,” she taunted the woman holding the book, which she assumed to be a spell book since she was chanting what seemed to be spells over it. They were nowhere near the ocean, yet the hill was surrounded by ocean waves, and the wind one finds in the middle of the deep, vast ocean. This was her magic, her control over the water so great that she could summon oceans to her aid no matter the distance. Or had she created the oceanic battleground?

“Wrong Pisces!” the other retorted in a screech. There was a small distance between them and Pisces couldn’t see the sweat beading on the other woman’s forehead. Pisces felt powerful, but she could feel the tug of the ocean wishing her to join it for a swim, or something else entirely and if she kept the ocean much longer she would grow tired and weakened, but if she released it, then certainly Virgo, for that was who the other was, The Maiden, would take advantage of her moment of weakness and destroy her.

“Your ashes then, Virgo,” she scoffed in return, trying hard not to show her weakness as a wave lashed at Virgo, only for it to be stopped by a barrier that The Maiden had created.

Scoffing once more, Pisces took up her weapon, a lovely trident not much shorter than she was, and hefted it. She aimed quickly but carefully and thrust it at her opponent, piercing her barrier and hitting her directly in her right eye. Her aim had been perfect and true, and she crossed her arms victoriously as The Maiden fell from her roost at the temple, a broad grin breaking across her stern face.

“Pompous girl, you got what you deserved. Aries is sure to falter without his tactician,” she claimed boldly.

The book that The Maiden had dropped as she fell hit the ground with an explosion, casting Pisces back and away. As she went, her pride and joy, her trident that had saved her in so many battles against humanity and the Zodiacs that wished to save it, snapped its blade and hilt broken. When she woke, she found it lying beside her in pieces and she was filled with rage and sorrow for the loss of a dear friend. When she was fully healed, she gathered up the pieces and brought them to a master ironsmith and asked humbly if there was anything that could be done about the mangled weapon. Her rage returned when he told her that he could not fix the trident, and that the damage was too great for even him, the finest craftsman in the lands, to repair. So terrified was he of her anger, he told her instead that he would forge a new weapon for her out of the pieces she had brought him. She was pacified by this offer and left the pieces with the smith to be created into something new.

Days passed into weeks, and weeks quickly became months and Pisces’ patience wore thinner and thinner, until one day the smith told her that she would have her new weapon the next day. And so, she returned the next day to see him and receive her new weapon. He bestowed upon her twin blades made of two spikes of the trident. The energy of the trident had not been altered or damaged by the forging, and Pisces was pleased, but these weapons were new, and completely different from what she knew. She would have to start her training over from the beginning if she hoped to still be of some use to this war. She thanked the smith and paid him for his troubles and his good work and was on her way. She started training that very day, though, before she was able to become even proficient with the new dual weapons, the Zodiacs made their truce and became naught but ashes in the Bermuda Triangle.

Fae woke from this disturbing memory to find the spirit of Pisces standing atop the surface of the spring where she had found the blades watching her with a calm look about her. She seemed nothing like the violent creature of the memory, but, Fae supposed that people must act differently outside of battle than they do in its midst.

“By now you have realized who I am, and have come to terms with who you are. I see it in your eyes,” she said, as always through some sort of telepathic link, “This is the last that you will see of me, child of my soul, for you are now me. You have inherited some abilities from your past life; promise me that you will not let your magic go to waste.”

“I would never let real Zodiac magic go to waste,” she said to the spirit confidently, “I just need to practice.”

The Fish nodded, approving of what she heard, and of the confidence in her tone. As a parting gift, she held out two sheaths for her blades; they were made of simple leather and were conveniently waterproof to hide the perpetual dripping down the blade. She thought for a moment about that, and found herself glade that the blades weren’t made of a normal metal, if it was a metal at all. The moment the sheaths were out of Pisces’ grasp, she disappeared.

She looked up at the sky once the spirit was gone and was surprised that it wasn’t much later than it was. That entire ordeal had taken less time than she had thought it did. So, she sat down in the dirt for a moment, knowing that her dress was getting dusty as she did so, and thought about the things that had just been revealed to her. She looked down at the blades that she had placed gently into her lap, her eyes narrowing. This was Virgo’s fault, she had been the reason her trident was broken. She gripped the hilt of one of the blades and vowed, “You will not escape from me, Fair Maiden, I will hunt you down, and I shall take revenge for the wrong you have dealt me,” not knowing that Virgo would make a similar vow, and not thinking that taking just an eye had been a fair exchange for the loss that she had suffered. She gently slipped the blades into their sheaths, finding that they fit perfectly: snug, but not so much so that they would be difficult to draw in a time of need.

It was that day that Fae left the family who had been so kind to her for a year, she was fifteen years old at the time. In fact, she only went back to that house once, half a year later, to find that the mother had borne her husband another son, and that the youngest daughter, whom she had adored listening to so much, had died of illness over the winter. The family had only searched for Fae for two days after she didn’t come home from the market, but they gave the search up as a lost cause after that, having come up with the same suspicions that her home village had and believed that she was a witch-child. Their biggest qualm about her disappearance was that she had disappeared with the money given to her to buy the thread, and the money they paid her for her indentured servitude.

Fae walked for miles into the wilderness, staying quiet and nervously looking around herself for any dangerous wild animals. She settled by a spring in the middle of the forest, which was often visited by the local wildlife for drinking water and to bathe or cool themselves off in the summer. She was careful, especially at the beginning when she was so nervous that something would come along and make a meal out of her in the night that she didn’t sleep for the entire first week, instead huddling on her bed of leaves and moss watching for any danger. The animals were wary as well, thinking that she may be a hunter, but eventually they grew accustomed to her presence, as she grew accustomed to theirs, and neither paid the other mind.

Fae made good use of the needle she had forgotten that she had stuck in her skirt for safe keeping before leaving the house, and the thread she had stuffed in her bodice while it lasted. With it she made some practical things, like a blanket that didn’t fall apart whenever she moved and a water skin out of the first animal that she killed and skinned for when she moved far away from her water source. She lived off of the various natural things that she found nearby, from berries to small animals, and the occasional wild pig. She used what she could from the animals that she felled, the skins became blankets to replace the one that she had originally made, the bones became needles once the one she had with her had become useless. She had to be quick of wit and of reflex to be able to kill most of her prey as they were small and easily frightened.

She had to admit to herself that she never would have imagined herself living like a wild thing in the middle of the forest. But, while she did those various day to day things that she needed to do in order to survive, she trained, and honed her skills with magic and the blades. She found that when she was in contact with any sort of water, her magical abilities were enhanced, though she never did find out how it was that she summoned water from nothing; little did she know that she was condensing the water in the air into something tangible. That was where her strength lie, in her water magic. Her blades, on the other hand, became the bane of her existence. Granted, she had never had any sort of formal weapons training in her life, but she had seen people wielding blades and she just couldn’t master her own. In the end, she decided to name the blades Imperfection and Futility because of how she loathed them, and through them, she loathed Virgo all the more for causing the destruction of her trident.

Fae stayed in her seclusion, feeling lonely every day, wishing that she had another person to keep her company, but knowing that any normal person would just hunt her as a witch as they had in her home town. She didn’t want to know that again, she hated it and thought about how unfair it was that she be alone while such unworthy people were surrounded by others, even though those people were just as unworthy. For two years she was alone with nothing but the wilds around her for company. She had refused to leave the forest until her magical powers rivaled those of her previous life. She intended to continue working her skills until she had surpassed her former self, but for the time being she would settle for the rivalry with herself. She was proficient with her blades, having been able to practice vital shots on wild animals on occasion, but she hoped to find a teacher that could help her hopeless case somewhere, but had no idea who would train a female student.

So, with so many roiling thoughts going through her mind, Fae cleaned and dried the dress that she had gone into the forest wearing, knowing that she would one day have to rejoin the real world. It was too small for her now, and she wasn’t able to lace the bodice as well as she might have wanted and the skirt was too short. Not to mention that the shoes were horrendously too small after two years, but she could pass as a normal citizen if no one looked at her too closely. All except for her hair, there wasn’t much that she could do about that, it was a mess of limp pale blond strands hanging loose around her shoulders and down her back. She would have loved a comb for her hair, and some pins to put it up, but the wilderness didn’t offer such things, just like it didn’t offer real soap, so she would have to keep a distance from people to keep from garnering suspicion.

When she left the forest, she made one sidetrack before starting on her quest, she went back to her home village, sure that no one would recognize her, and even if they did they wouldn’t be able to harm her. Her father was an old man, and his second wife had died, seemingly some time ago. So, the aging man had to contend with three children on his own and he was finding it difficult. Pierre spotted Fae as she watched him in the village square with the three children. Something akin to recognition flared in his eyes, but she didn’t acknowledge it and it disappeared. Fae thought that her father deserved what he had been allotted in this life and felt no pity for him or his children, though she did find herself feeling sympathetic towards them. It was that moment, when she felt that spark of sympathy for her half siblings, that Fae decided that staying in the village for any longer would be dangerous. Villagers were always wary of unfamiliar people, and she had become one of those. As she left the village, she noticed that the small cottage that she and her mother had lived in after Pierre had cast them out of his home was in disrepair. Honestly though, she was surprised it was even still there, she had expected the villagers to tear it down and use the good wood and stone to make something else. But, apparently everything her and her mother had touched was tainted by the Devil or something, because there it still stood, albeit covered in nature.

She slipped inside the cottage and found that everything was still there, covered in a thick coating of dust that stated that no one had been there since she and her mother had last left it. Some things were falling apart, but others she could use still. She found a fine bone comb that had belonged to her mother and took that, as well as some ivory hair pieces that had been a gift from her father at some point and used those to make her hair look halfway decent. She carefully opened a chest and took out one of her mother’s old dresses. Her mother had been taller than she, but she did find one dress that had been too small for her mother. She stripped down of the too small dress that she was wearing and put on her the one that had been her mother’s. She was glad to find it still in good condition, and gave credit to the chest, which seemed to have kept any bugs out of it.

Now that she was in new clothes that fit and her hair looked some sort of decent, Fae started on her quest: to find Taurus, her master. As she set out on her journey, and as she traveled along looking for this elusive master, though she had no idea where to start or how, she saw defilement of the territory that she called her own and began to hate humanity even more, the cruel fate humanity had set her mother always spurning her on, festering in the back of her mind. She began to wish the destruction of those who destroy so much, and wanting nothing more than to purify the world in this way.

And, of course, she wants to find Virgo, and end the blood feud between them, with her as the victor.


♓ ωαтcн σ υ т αт иιɢнт
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xxxxxxxxAquatic magics: Fae is a master of aquatic magic, which includes, but is not limited to things such as the manipulation of water and summoning water by condensing the water in the air around her. The magic is not affected by whether the water is fresh water or salt water. She can use her magic both offensively or defensively, but Fae tends to be a more offensive combatant, but she is careful as well. Defensive magic takes more energy for her to use. She is always tired after using magic for long periods of time.

Water breathing: Fae has the ability to breathe underwater by swallowing water, absorbing the oxygen therein, and pushing out the excess water through the pores in her neck. This ability doesn't feel like magic to Fae, but she can't explain it either. She doesn't know how she does it and it doesn't take any effort on her part apart from breathing.

♓ ∂σи'т иєє∂ α в ι я т н я ι ɢ н т
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xxxxxxxx♓ Swimming: Fae has been a strong swimmer all of her life and finds herself unrivaled when it comes to racing in the water. She swims as if she had fins instead of legs and fingers.
♓ Sewing and weaving: Fae took up sewing and needlework when she was young and always found it enjoyable. It isn't a very useful skill unless someone needs something mended.
♓ Cooking: Not exactly a skill, but Fae is a decent cook, her specialty is a vegetable stew simmered in salt water.
♓ Combat: Fae has taught herself basic hand to hand combat in the past few years, but her skills are still only basic and she hopes to find someone with real skill that would be able to teach her, but she doesn't know who would take on a female student.
♓ ι т ' s вʏ мʏ sι∂є
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xxxxxxxxPisces original weapon was a magnificent trident, which was broken in her fight against Virgo. The Fish had the two pieces of the trident forged by a mastersmith into a new weapon, which became the weapon that Fae inherited. Because Pisces had so little oppotunity with her new weapons that Fae in the future finds them unfamiliar and as such is not the greatest swordsman.

These blades, which she named Imperfection and Futility because of the difficulty that she had in training herself with them for those two years that she spent in solitude. The blades are embued with the power of the element of water and appear to be contained water, and a single rivulet of water running down the length of the blade to drip forever upon the ground below. The blades feel nothing like extensions of her limbs.

She has to practice daily to keep at her current level of proficiency, which is a level that she abhors and wants to surpass with a vehement determination.

♓ ιи тнє в α c к ɢ я σ υ и ∂
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xxxxxxxx♓Killing Loneliness by H. I. M.
♓Witch Hunt by Kittie
♓Far From Over by Rev Theory [Battle Theme]
♓Past the Point of No Return from Phantom of the Opera
♓Deceiver of Fools by Within Temptation
♓Lonely Day by System of a Down


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xxxxxxxxFae is obsessed, probably unhealthily so, in finding and serving Taurus. She is determined that he can do nothing less than bring her the revenge against and destruction of humanity that she would be willing to do anything for him if she believed that it would help the cause she strives so hard to reach. She will not admit any of this aloud and denies any tender feelings that she so obviously has for him.

♓ cαяє тσ є x ρ ʟ α ι и
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xxxxxxxxKazza Reaper

[Kazza Reaper]

► |✓| TechTALKER ⇉ Shinku
► |♛| UNIVERSEwalker ⇉Rozen Maiden
► |✪| identifacationFALSE⇉ϩωҿᾱɺ {Ϝῖʄȶɦ} Ʉҏȯή {Ɍȯɀҿή} Ⱦɦῖȿ {Ӎᾱῖdҿή} Ɍȯȿҿ {ɗȯȴȴ} Ɍῖήɡ
► |❤| DOKIDOKIaction ⇉ love
► |♫ | tickledSTRINGS ⇉ Kazza Reaper

xxx★ Hello. My name is Shinku.
xxx★ But you probably know me as ϩωҿᾱɺ {Ϝῖʄȶɦ} Ʉҏȯή {Ɍȯɀҿή} Ⱦɦῖȿ {Ӎᾱῖdҿή} Ɍȯȿҿ {ɗȯȴȴ} Ɍῖήɡ.
xxx★ I'm from Rozen Maiden.
xxx★ There's this voice in my head and it says its name is Kazza Reaper.

► |✓| TechTALKER ⇉ Tomoe Hotaru/ Sailor Saturn
► |♛| UNIVERSEwalker ⇉Sailor Moon
► |✪| identifacationFALSE⇉ [sσℓδιєя] Ѧɳʛɘȴ -⒪⒡- ∂ȃɾҡɳɘȿȿ [δєαтн]
► |❤| DOKIDOKIaction ⇉ Love? I love my friends...
► |♫ | tickledSTRINGS ⇉ Kazza Reaper

xxx★ Hello. My name is Tomoe Hotaru/ Sailor Saturn.
xxx★ But you probably know me as [sσℓδιєя] Ѧɳʛɘȴ -⒪⒡- ∂ȃɾҡɳɘȿȿ [δєαтн].
xxx★ I'm from Sailor Moon.
xxx★ There's this voice in my head and it says its name is Kazza Reaper.

► |✓| TechTALKER ⇉ Rachel Roth, known as Raven
► |♛| UNIVERSEwalker ⇉Teen Titans
► |✪| identifacationFALSE⇉ Azarath [The] Metrion [Gem] Zinthos
► |❤| DOKIDOKIaction ⇉ love
► |♫ | tickledSTRINGS ⇉ Kazza Reaper

xxx★ Hello. My name is Rachel Roth, known as Raven.
xxx★ But you probably know me as Azarath [The] Metrion [Gem] Zinthos.
xxx★ I'm from Teen Titans.
xxx★ There's this voice in my head and it says its name is Kazza Reaper.

[Kazza Reaper]

Requiem of a Memory

Plot (super Basic)

Two years after Sephiroth's destruction there appeared three young men with silver hair, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz. Not long before their appearance, the world was filled with an apidemic, something that they called Geostigma, which wracked the bodies of those afflicted with pain enough to cripple a person. These three young men began gathering children with the affliction.

Cloud Strife, also afflicted with Geostigma, tried to save these children, but after a hard battle, he wasn't able to save the children from the Fate that Kadaj had planned for them.

He wanted to create more Remnants, and he do that by manipulating the taint of their Geostigma, and tainting it further.

Kadaj succeeded in creating new Remnants from children with Geostigma. Just when everyone was preparing for the fight of their new lives, Kadaj, Yazoo, Loz, and their newly created Remnants vanished without a trace. All of their known hideouts were searched and nothing, not a speck of them, remained, save the tainted spring at The Forgotten City.

Three years before anything is heard about them again, and when it is, the news isn't pleasant. They're on the hunt for Mother once again, and this time, it's en force. Instead of only three Remnants to contend with, there are many, and it's found that they're difficult to fight against, especially once a parent sees the figure that was once their child.

Meanwhile, Cloud's Geostigma has simply grown worse, and in recent months has begun to spread more rapidly than it had been over the previous two and a half years. He lives in constant pain, but he is determined to fight and defeat Kadaj once and for all. And his friends are just as determined to put an end to the madness.

[Kazza Reaper]

They call me "puppet," but my name is...
Sarza
I was human once, so my years count...
Seventeen
I'll smack you silly if you can't see I'm...
Female
Look at my reflection, and you'll see...
Sarza
I've been told I'm...
Sarza was once a rather withdrawn child, who spent most of her time trying not to make it apparent how much pain she was in. Now though, Sarza can be overt, and direct in telling someone what she wants and if she wants it badly enough, she's going to get it. She's determined, and she's stubborn, and she's generally pretty cocky and self-assured. She's been known for being unpredictable at times, whether if she suddenly goes off on some sort of tangent, or she's in a bad enough mood she might threaten to attack one of her fellow Remnants.

Sarza would like to think that she's been able to keep it secret, but she's not entirely sure how obvious she is about it sometimes, but she deeply admires Kadaj, and it isn't just because he made her into what she is. He's just so motivated, and determined, and driven to finding Mother and finishing their Reunion. She won't admit any of that aloud, of course. When it comes to things like that she can be quite shy.

Still though, she is quite open about what she wants, and doesn't hide her emotions, unless it involves affection. She won't tell someone how she feels about them if it's affectionate. She'll tell a person that they're nice and a good comrade, and she'll tell them how much she hates them, but if she wants something from them that they may or may not reciprocate, she clams up.
My past, exactly as it was...
Sarza was born into a typical family, but her parents were overbearingly protective. They were ashamed of themselves when she was infected with Geostigma, they thought that it was their fault. They didn't give up on her, but they did decide that since being overprotective hadn't saved her from the epidemic that was killing so many children, being a little less so couldn't change much. So, she was allowed to roam the city, as long as she was home before dark.

About a year after she contracted Geostigma, Sarza met a man who was telling children that he could help cure them of their affliction. She was in so much pain, from the Geostigma having crawled down her back from the base of her neck to the top of her legs, that there were some days that she couldn't even walk. She thought that she would do anything to stop feeling this pain that she worked so hard to stifle, she didn't want anyone to worry anymore than they already were, and she knew that there were children out there that suffered so much more than she did. She, after all, was still alive despite her pain.

So, she jumped into the back of the truck with the rest of the children gathered there, and the young man, so strange as he was, with long silver hair drove them away. He took them to The Forbidden City, where the trees glowed like pearlescent ghosts, and Sarza couldn't deny that she was just a little scared because of it. But, another young silver haired man, there were three of them there including the one that had brought them there, he walked into the spring there and it turned all black, she wanted to run from him, things seemed off. She stayed though, not willing to risk a chance at being healed just because the water looked... well, evil. She drank from the spring, and then... another man, this one with blonde hair came on a motorcycle.

There was a battle, she didn't remember much of it, those first few hours were sort of fuzzy for her.

Not long after that, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz took them and they all went into hiding. They were told what they were doing, they were going to find Mother one day, one day when no one remembered that they existed, at least, when no one suspected that they would return. And they trained, and they bantered like families will. All in all, Sarza was happy.

Three years have passed since then, Sarza is a different person now, and now it's time to come out of hiding. It's time to continue her story.
Give me...
✓ Her hat
✓ Being a Remnant, it's more fun than being human was
✓ Kadaj, he made her a Remnant in the first place
✓ Mother, what Remnant doesn't?
✓ People that are forthright in telling you what they want
✓ Those awesome trench coats that Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz have... she wants one
Get it away...
✗ People who call her a cat girl
✗ People who make assumptions
✗ Open toed shoes, and shoes without a heel of some sort
✗ Humans in general, they want to get in the way of them finding Mother
✗ The morning, she is not a morning person
And don't forget...
Sarza has been taught to use a Wakizashi, the companion blade to a katana, in combat over the last few years that the Remnants spent in hiding. It was, in the past, used as the weapon of choice for removing the head of an enemy; Sarza uses it as a hacking weapon.
Here's the "puppet" master...
Kazza Reaper