Username : xFalenx
Time Zone : PST
Journal Type: [I-J]
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Character Info
Name :Falen Wyndham
Age : 17
Gender : Female
Appearance :
A thin girl of slightly-above-average face with dark brown, shoulder length hair, parted to the left, her bangs swept above her left eye. She wears rectangular, black glasses before her green eyes. She has light freckling on her face with three in a “tri-force” formation on the right side of her chin.
She has a fascination with plaids and stripes. She's rather eccentric when it comes to her outfits, often putting together things that don't look amazing together but she likes the way they work.
Personality : Too nice for her own good, flirtatious, fun-loving, shy, loyal, afraid of getting yelled at, sensitive
Keywords [5 Max]:
Flirty, Shy, Loyal, Kind
History :
When Falen was growing up, people at her schools found her really odd and tended to keep away, leaving her with few friends. It didn't bother her too much, however, because she always had her parents and their friends. She grew up visiting the beaches often and not loving it. After thirteen years she and her family moved to s small colony off of Kavata called Californi, a vast change from the life she was used to.
She never regretted it. If it hadn't been for the move she never would have met her best friend. She missed home sometimes though, but she'd never admit it to her parents, since she had been allowed the final decision.
She found herself in an unsavory friendship with a girl who ultimately began threatening her over stupid boy problems. She was punched in the face twice but she let it go. One night someone knocked on her family's door, it was the girl again threatening her again. She glared and said calmly, “Please leave, we can talk about this tomorrow at school.” She arrived at school the next day and was met with a fist to the face. She glowered at the girl and wiped away the blood that was now trickling from her nose. The other children in the school yard began chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.
Despite the fact that the rival girl was a good forty pounds heavier than Falen, and likely in better shape, Falen began to wail on her, getting hit multiple times in return. The school security found them exhausted but still fighting. It was very clear who had won.
Falen walked away with a bruised nose, a black eye, and bruises on her chest, stomach, and arms.
But as they say, you should have seen the other guy.
She was ejected from her school after the fight and her and her family moved to Britannia.
Falen never talks about her past before elementary school. When she was young her parents left her with her father's step-mother, who seemed a nice enough woman most of the time. When they'd leave she'd be left to her own devices. And life was good most of the time. Her father's father was a verbally violent alcoholic and the step-mother would take her frustrations out verbally on Falen. Between three and five she developed a deep-seated fear to yelling and loud noises. To this day she'll start crying when she's yelled at.
When she was a little older a friend of the family's father thought it would be a fun idea to hold her over a pool by her ankles. She couldn't swim. This has left her with a residual fear and loathing for the water. She'll swim but not for long. She much prefers lounging and napping in the sunshine.
At around six or seven the house she was living in was struck by lightning. Nothing was damaged but the sound of the thunder paired with her earlier fears set off a bad reaction to thunderstorms. When one is happening she can usually be found in her closet, under a blanket, and more than likely crying.
When she gets into a crowd of people she doesn't know she gets very nervous and tends to not speak until she's spoken to first which makes it hard for her to make friends.
She wasn't surprised when her Daemon appeared. Not completely at least. He manifested himself in much the same form as her beloved imaginary friend Barky had. A loyal and loving golden retriever. Barky had been there when she had hard times as a child and she adored him. He was her favorite playmate.
