Name: Fiona Moonlock
Gender: Female
Basic Personality: Pretentious. Fiona is a born actress. She can even break down on cue. Very little of what she says to others is how she really feels, constantly in a play where she is the only actor. Despite what she would have you truly believe, she does this not just to gain amusement for herself, but because she is afraid of letting others get too close to her. Her father only used her for his own selfish needs. She used others much the same way so he could steal something from them. She is sure, if she let someone in to her true self, they would do the same. Regardless of her insecurities, Fiona is not a nice doe deep down. Even her father rarely is drawn to her mind in sadness or guilt. She does not mourn the passing of others in her life. Does not seek them out. Most she meets are meaningless to her unless they can prove themselves worthy of a memory. Which very few are. She will not go out of her way to be nice to you unless you offer her something in return.
Is she truly lonely? Maybe. But she won't show it.
Powers: None
Backstory: Fiona is the daughter of a thief(or in animal terms, scavenger) and was ironically stolen from her mother by her father. He only wanted one to join in with him. A daughter was his goal from a pretty mother, to better aid him in ways he couldn't do himself. Oh, he managed to seduce her mother just fine to get what he wanted. But sometimes his adventures took him too close to males. With males, the only choice was to fight. That was so messy. Messy wasn't the way he worked. So he found himself a pretty-and willing-female he hoped would solve his problem. Preferring to do things his own way, the male had intentions of fathering some kids and taking the prettiest of the girls. If there was one. He would train her up to work for him. To do things his way. A long goal, but easier than trying to locate a doe who was similar to his own tastes of doing things.
Fiona, of course, was the chosen. When he was able to, he spirited off with her. All that remains for Fiona is a fleeting memory of the doe in the presence of a smell. She could not remember much else about her, for her father made sure he was around her the most. He told her her mother died soon after giving birth to her. This was not true. He was sure the doe was alive somewhere, raising the remaining fawns by herself. While he trained their daughter, he had gone as far away from her as possible, just in case she happened to find them and demand the fawn back. Then he'd have to take care of her. And that was messy. And would leave him with the task of herding two more fawns around. Until he could find someone gullible enough to take them.
As it were, he was left alone with Fiona to raise her into the perfect enchantress. She would distract the males while he went in for any goodies they might have. Be it food or valuables. Which he would than take and either use for himself or trade away for other goods to repeat the cycle.
It so happened that he got in over his head one day. There was a male who proved difficult to distract. More difficult than some males tended to be. Though there were no signs of a family, he kept ignoring Fiona. Demanding to know why she was there bothering him. Not even her wit was helping her. Growing more frustrated, the male turned away from her and spotted her father picking at the precious fruit tree the male had been guarding. Now ignoring her fully, he turned his attention on the other male, bellowing his rage and charging forward. Her father turned to fight. As did Fiona. But before she could move more than a few feet to join the fight, her braid caught in something, pulling her back. One glance over her shoulder showed her another male, pulling her away. Despite her obvious situation, she felt no fear. Only annoyance. She turned to fight him, instead.
All of a sudden there were more around her. They overpowered her. And the world blacked out. The last thing she remembered was hearing her father's scream. Chilling. Like a death scream.
She awoke many miles away, unhurt. Instead of vowing vengeance as most would at this point, Fiona felt only liberated. She was set free from her controlling father to live a life on her own. Unfortunately, most of his habits remain with her. Though she doesn't steal, she enjoys playing around with the emotions of others for her own enjoyment.
RP Log: None
