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THE MISADVENTURES
OF
FIONA WYLDE & THE WICKED GENTLE PHOUKA
Fiona Meara Wylde
Female, Mid-Late Teens
guardian | Phouka
station | Drifter Runaway, Amateur Thief, Know-it-all
haunts | Oldcastle, Wardwood's edge, Kingsroad, rarely Palisade
positive | Curious, Animated, Expressive, Passionate
negative | Brash, Brazen, Prideful, Temperamental
at a glance |
Dark brown hair is short and unkempt but soft. Eyes are dark, expressive; mouth wide; lips thin; features are very animated. A tad short, a tad scrawny. Clothes are usually dirty, mismatched, and anything that was nice is likely stolen and now damaged.
beneath the skin |
Fiona is curious, animated, prideful, and temperamental. She doesn't know as much about life as she thinks she does, but she apparently tries to make up for it by being both brazen and brash. Her sense of humor veils her fears, mostly from herself, and she often laughs at the misfortune of others (though she doesn't care to be laughed at herself). She is most genuine when something captivates her curiosity, and she most likely would have been an excellent (if not ornery) student had she ever gone to school.
in the beginning |
Fiona came from a large, lower-class family on the fringes of Palisade. She was one of 13 children, with another on the way. Her parents and elder siblings helped operate an inn, though they did not own it. Fiona ran away on multiple occasions in an attempt to find a different life, but always ended-up home again for one reason or another. After her last return home, Fiona was warned that if she ran away again, she would not be welcomed back.
Then the Choosing happened, and Fiona found herself compelled to leave, even when she tried to stay. Whether or not her parents were serious about not welcoming her home again is debatable, but she seems to have assumed the worst and avoids her family.
Now, Fiona survives as a petty thief and spends most of her time wandering around Oldcastle and the surrounding country, sometimes lurking on the fringes of the Wardwood. She'll steal food, clothes, or anything easy to get at that she might be able to sell or trade, but she doesn't know much of pick-pocketing or anything related to slight-of-hand.
time marches on |
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Phouka
Of the Unseelie Court
Phouka is a devilish hind with an even more wicked sense of humor than her bonded. As her namesake might suggest, she enjoys playing horrific tricks on folks. At first glance, she is easily taken for a sweet and docile guardian, but she is prone to aggressive nipping and is particularly destructive of man-made goods, especially in urban areas. Not even Fiona is exempt from such behavior, much to her dismay. Phouka is perhaps part of the reason why Fiona can never own anything nice; the hind always manages to ruin everything.
Even so, Phouka is fond of her bonded, and she is keen to use her antics to Fiona's benefit. She often makes a good diversion during thieving attempts and can be fearsome enough to deter most from taking action against Fiona. Phouka's pranks on her bonded are rarely ill-timed, and she never destroys anything vital to Fiona's survival.
Phouka is generally more amiable in rural areas, especially the untamed Wardwood. Luring wayward travelers and taking them on wild rides is the only real trouble she causes outside of an urban setting (unless she happens upon a farm...).
Unmasked |
As much as she enjoys capering about in her wolf skull, Phouka does not constantly wear the mask. Especially (and for obvious reasons) when she's playing the part of the gentle doe. When Fiona sleeps, however, the hind always keeps watch with eyes flashing in that grizzly skull.
[ Totem // Cert | Unmasked // Cert | Masked // Cert ]
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Phouka was won from the Unseelie Court concept contest during the Spring Equinox Meta (2013).
The Winning Concept:
Wicked wild, wicked fast,
wicked smiles, wicked laughs
wicked wild, wicked fast,
wicked smiles, wicked laughs
dashing through the moonless night
frantic, frenzied, fevered flight
hapless mortal, away you go
captured by this phantom doe
docile seeming, sweet and dear
not to hide from, not to fear
kindly grants to mount astride
and so begins this wicked ride
shoots across the starry moor
haunting cackles, laughing roar
with a final, bucking kick
flips the rider, dizzy, sick
wicked wild, wicked fast,
wicked smiles, wicked laughs.
