Faery profile: Ada/ Judith le Fay

Faery declassified

A/N: All usual disclaimers. profile in progress

I will tweak it as I go by.

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Main Faceclaim: TBD

Other FC: TBD

"I don't care if I don't have friends. I'll be the greatest fairy they'll ever see and I will be better than any of them, any of them! "

Real Name: Judith Le Fay

Alias: Ada

Age: 20 years old.

Nationality:

• Born: British

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Special features: She has black hair.

Physical appearance: 

Ada is your average-sized chubby woman. Her skin is flawless due to magic, but if she didn't have powers, it would have been marred with scars because she keeps on getting in trouble and hurting herself by exploring the forest she lives in. Unlike the other fairies, she doesn't have wings and was told she was born with a disability.  She's extremely self-conscious about the lack of wings but overcompensates with her need to overachieve and aggressivity. Her hair is black and teases the small of her back and her eyes are grey. She also has a white star on her inner arm. 

Note: Ada doesn't know her true lineage. She believes that she is a faery. Morgan wants her daughter because she needs her soul to perform a lethal spell, powerful enough to kill Merlin. 

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Alignment: chaotically neutral. 

Specie: Human Enchantress but believes she is a fairy

Occupation: Adventurer

Abilities: 

• Peak Human Condition:  Ada has peak human physicality. She is very athletic, and her strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and threshold for pain are in top condition. She owes it to her intense training and her outdoor explorations. 

• Peak Human Agility: Ada is also extraordinarily agile in her movements, being able to perform and incorporate various jumps and rolls in her fighting style with ease.

Skills:

• Mastery of the Dark Arts: Ada, has learned how to use Black Magic on her own. Given her lineage, it is a skill she almost instinctively got upon her birth.
• Mastery of Faery Magic: She also learned how to control Faery magic, since she was raised as one. She has a deep understanding of magic and is highly connected to it.  
• Gifted Intellect: Ada was shown to be a very intelligent individual who could outsmart her enemies even under extreme stress and can easily think her way out of dangerous situations.
• Skilled Equestrian: Ada is able to easily mount and ride a horse through the city to evade enemies.
• Skilled Physician: Ada appears to have some knowledge of human anatomy and physiology, as well as basic medicine and first aid.
• Multilingualism: Ada is fluent in several languages.  including the old tongue, the common tongue, and the old English. She has also mastered Universal Sign Language, as well as all the spoken languages on Earth. 

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

• Anger: Ada's anger can sometimes blind her. She doesn't know what to feel aside from pure rage for her childhood and the constant belittlement from her fellow faeries. Her anger comes from her low self-esteem and the perception that everyone is making fun of her because of her disability.

• Mortality: Although Ada is an incredible Magic user, she still is mortal and is still susceptible to dying via injuries, illness, or very old age.

• Gullible: Ada is very naive. She trusts people and can be easily manipulated by someone who can catch her low self-esteem.  Her naivety caused her so many troubles in her past that she had to learn to see through the lies. (it's still in progress)

Family:

• Mother: Morgan le Fey. Alive.
• Father: Archibald Melkior, Deceased.

Universe:   Merlin and fairytales world.

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Ada isn't very confident in herself due to her disability. (this would change when she learned the truth). She tries to prove her worth and often would get in trouble for that. She would go on adventures, usually without the permission of the Godmother or her supervisor The Blue Fairy, and would come back injured and unsuccessful. She's very stubborn and determined to prove she is one of the greatest fairies despite her disability. She also is a potty mouth and can resort to mental torture and being straight-up mean to avenge herself or assert her domination. She doesn't make friends easily and truth be told she has none because of her odd behaviour. Other fairies believe she's not a force of good because of the dark feelings she can nurture, therefore they don't want to be around her. She's also more likely to use others to reach her goal and would try to get the best she could from you if you tried to come close to her. Deep inside, she's just an insecure, sad, lonely, and powerful creature who hasn't realized her full potential yet and who might just need a friend.

Fictional Character Biography: 

Morgan Le Fay met Archibald Melkior at a lake she was bathing at. None of them knew who the other was but they started to meet at the same spot every week. They fell in love with one another and soon enough Morgan got pregnant. The future parents talked about leaving Camelot and Archibald, unknowingly, almost convinced her to forget her war with Merlin. Unfortunately,  it was then revealed that he was an apprentice of Enchanter. Morgan entered into a bloody and cold rage, thinking that she was set up by the man. She left Archibald and decided to raise the child on her own. 

He searched for her and the baby and after several months, Archibald kidnapped his own child. Morgan lost her mind when she realized he had taken their baby and launched her hellhounds after him. They found him and the Knight had to fight and ensure the protection of his daughter. He succeeded and delivered her to the fairy Godmother before his death. The knight made the Fairy Godmother promise to never tell his daughter the truth about her origins and to ensure she wouldn't try black magic.  Morgan couldn't fight the Fairy Godmother and needed the assistance of pure evil... The help of someone like Maleficent.

Unfortunately for Morgan, Maleficent went missing, forcing the enchantress to start looking for her and for potential other allies to help her in her mission. She allied herself with some shapeshifter and made sure nothing happened to her child and watched her grow more and more powerful. Blinded by rage but at times, distracted by her maternal love, Morgan spared the life of her daughter, at least until she reached her 20s. Merlin launched an attack on Morgan. His attack sensibly weakened the Enchantress who decided to retreat and hide for a while. She requested one of the shapeshifters to trick the girl into finding her so she could manipulate her daughter into sacrificing her life for her. The clueless girl has yet to know the truth from both the godmother and her mother and for now, is hellbent on proving herself as the greatest faery. 

Current history:

She heard a rumor about Maleficent hiding in a mountain village and decided that she would reach out to that place and bring the mistress of Evil back to the Fairy Godmother.  The rumor is actually just bait created by Morgan to trick her daughter into finding her. 

Filth - HOtD

Filth -HOtD

// This one is a vent piece.  I couldn't pick any of the current characters I am writing. So, I picked Cerys Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen instead. 

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His calloused hands sunk into the supple flesh of her thighs, keeping them apart so she could be exposed to his greedy purple eyes. He couldn't keep himself from grinning at her, because she looked almost like a different woman. Not so long ago she was defiant and filled with rage and he couldn't argue that she was justified in her anger, after all, he was the one who killed her father. Not so long ago, she insulted him as she reluctantly agreed to get married to the man. Not so long ago, he realized that she had not been touched prior to getting married to him and that became a challenge for Daemon.

He was a conqueror, a dragon rider and she was a virgin island that no one before him had explored. Her reluctance to consider him a good person intrigued him and he set a goal for himself. He wouldn't just make her his. He would make her want him. He would make her crave him. He wouldn't assault Ceryse like she believed he would, too barbaric for his liking. Instead, he would coax her into thinking he was a gentleman. Instead, he would treat her well and slowly but surely would convince her that he was not the man she thought he was.

Daemon was a conqueror and relished the idea that he conquered her mind, body, and soul. She became his, of her own volition. She let him defile her, She let him claim each crease and curve of her body and she let him devour her most secret place. Daemon enjoyed her complete surrender. He enjoyed claiming her over and over again and pushing her buttons so hard that she couldn't help but moan his name. Slowly but surely, he managed to become the only thought she had in mind. He managed to introduce her inexperienced mind to a brand new world of debauchery and the most satisfying thought he had, was that her father would have turned in his grave if he knew that his only daughter, his cherished child, was fucking with the man who took his life.

Ceryse embraced her sensuality. She revealed an inner beauty that complimented her beautiful frame. She was soft, yet her body could withstand the harshest seas and oceans. She was supple, yet strong as it was required to be for a seafarer. She had angelic features and bright white hair that complimented her soft black skin. She was a temptress, wild and with a temper, and slowly but surely she had turned the tables on him. It was filthy, sweaty, and a union forged in sin. Daemon found himself to be the one who was addicted to her, unable to spend a day far away from his new wife. He found himself to be turned on by the sound of her voice, the kind touch of her soft hand over his neck, and the way she moaned out his name. He found himself addicted to the wet and tight confines of the walls. How could he not, when she was so deliciously constricting his length.

She drove him mad with desire and the more he took her, the more he wanted Ceryse. Tonight; perhaps, more than ever. The Prince wanted his wife. The fire within him burned her skin, his heart was racing against his ribcage as he wanted to devour her whole. They were true filth, for he enjoyed wrapping his hand around her gracile neck, squeezing it lightly to remind her that she belonged to him. They were true filth, covered in sweat, tears, and spit. She begged for him, to go harder inside, to snap his waist until he disappeared completely in her wet and tight walls. She begged for him to run his fingers through her silver locks and pull them towards her. Filth as the words that escaped their lips were unholy and wouldn't be repeated once they sobered up and recovered. 

Daemon could care less now. He could care less about the motivations that led him to wed his niece. He could care less about achieving his goal because, to him, Ceryse wasn't conquered. She only revealed how much more depth she had and how much he underestimated her. She was losing sight, but that didn't make him love her less-- oh, the forbidden word.-- instead, he became even more protective of her. She would remember him, his grunts, his groans, the taste of his sweat, the intense purple eyes set upon her, studying her. She would remember him, his powerful thrusts into her, the wrinkles on his face, and the scars over his body. He wanted her... All of her.  Filth, they were true filth. She was lying on their bed, legs spread by his hands, and was biting at her thumb, anticipating his next move. how exquisite she looked, so welcoming, vulnerable, and yet so filthy. 

-TBC-

Got (modern) -sometimes a drink is all you need.

Sometimes, a drink is all you need to unwind after a very intense day. A drink is required when you have to gather your thoughts and think about what was to come next. Your family seemed to be getting better, your older brother was willing to talk, and seemed to be sober. Your older sister seemed to let some of the leash around your neck slowly slip off of her fingers. You made a friend in a Lannister and you're dating a Lannister. It is a lot. It is a lot of hope and fears to carry over your shoulder. It is a lot of stress to handle during the day. It is a lot of  shivers and sweat to wipe off of your forehead.  So, a drink is required for you to process everything and to wish for better days to come. A drink is required to project onto a positive future, one where the good things stay good. 

A vintage's touch: Burrying the hatchet

 // Lizzie and Mary have a complex relationship. Of course, over time, Lizzie would realize that her feelings for Tommy were unrequited and she would try and better her relationship with her former rival for the good of the family and Tommy's well-being.  I am also taking the opportunity to reflect on the latest storyline development. 

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Lizzie watched as Mary ran from Tommy's office to the restrooms. She looked at the door, only to watch Tommy standing by it and closing it. She looked down, at her hands and pondered about what she should be doing. Should she follow Mary? Should she leave her alone? Their relationship had been highly rocky, to say the very least. Lizzie went as far as slapping the brunette in a rage after she failed to sabotage their relationship. She knew that she owed Mary and Polly her seat at the table because if anything, Tommy would have fired her and would have severed all ties with her.  She grabbed a cigarette and a lighter and once her cigarette was lit, she decided to follow Mary to the office restroom. She found Mary trying to wipe out the tears that had rolled over her cheeks and ruined her make-up with a wet towel. She failed to do so and instead cried harder into the wet fabric.  The noise of the door closing forced Mary to stand up and wipe out the mascara smear with the back of her hand. 

"Let me help you, Mary."

"Did you come here to laugh at me, Lizzie?" -Her voice had tremors in it, indicating that she was still on the verge of sobbing.  Lizzie shook her head and inhaled some smoke she puffed out.- "You could..." -She admitted in a weak tone, slowly turning around to face the woman who once was a "rival".

"I could, yeah... but I won't." -She paused for a minute. Her blue eyes set upon the green ones of Mary. She could so easily perceive the fear in the eyes of the young woman, that it moved her. Mary was vulnerable, in ways Lizzie had never seen her be before and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. " Stay here. I'm going to help you clean your face and you're going to tell me what's going on."

"You will think I am being ridiculous." -Mary replied as she lowered her face to look at the floor.-

"Nonsense! Do you mind if I smoke?" -Mary shook her head and Lizzie closed the distance between the two of them. She gently took the wet towel from Mary's hand and opened the tap to wet it again. She then slowly applied it under Mary's eyes- "You look scared."

"I...yes... I am... There is a lot going on." -She sighed and relaxed her shoulders. Lizzie's touch was kind which surprised the young woman. Lizzie had all the reasons to hurt her, after all, didn't Mary steal Tommy from her? - 

"So I've heard..." -Lizzie said, her blue eyes averting from Mary's face to her chest. Mary was breathing hard and fast and the tall woman noticed that she was shivering.-

Lizzie heard about Mary's bad encounter with a donor from the Grace Institute. She heard that the man had tried to assault the nurse but she managed to fight him off and run away from him. Tommy had been restless, angry, and murderous since the accident. She saw the same eyes he had when Grace was killed, the desire to hurt the person who hurt Mary was written on his face. Lizzie could relate to Mary's fear since she had been assaulted in her younger years. She felt relieved that nothing worse happened to her and the incident prompted her to greet Mary whenever they crossed paths. At first, Mary ignored her, but Lizzie persisted and Mary warmed up to her, returning her greetings. Tonight was different, Lizzie decided to do more than just greet the nurse. She decided to try and comfort her, so her gesture was smooth and kind as she wiped Mary's face clean. 

"Mary, I have time today. There's just you and me here, in this room. So you can talk to me and I will listen." -Green eyes set upon blue ones as Mary was scanning the face of the young woman. She was looking for any trace of lie or doubt on the slender woman's face but found none. Lizzie was sincere.-

"......" -Mary let out a sigh and closed her eyes again.- "Tommy wants me to be his plus one at a gala. I panicked and told him that he was a fool to even consider taking me there. I would cause him so much trouble than he realizes."

"Trouble? How so?" -Lizzie asked, furrowing her brows. It was one thing to feel inadequate, mostly because Mary, like Tommy, was not born into nobility and therefore could feel out of place at a gala held by the rich, the bold, and the beautiful. Still, Tommy felt right where he belonged and would never let anyone think less of him or consider he didn't. He would never let Mary be treated as a second-class citizen and would never allow anyone to disrespect her because she didn't come from a rich or noble family. Lizzie failed to grasp the fear Mary had about herself.- 

"Lizzie, really? Look at me. Look at me closely and try to tell me that a person like me wrapped around Tommy Shelby's arms would not cause a ruckus there." -She put her forefinger above Lizzie's lips, sensing that the woman was about to protest her claims and added- "I am black, Lizzie. They could excuse and tolerate me if I'm poor but married rich. They could excuse me if I'm not from a good family because I would be with an MP... but they would never excuse the color of my skin and my origins. Lizzie... I have seen firsthand how they treat people like me, like Isaiah and Jeremiah... We're not wanted in public space...we're not wanted...I don't want to hinder Tommy's career... I don't want him to be mocked or insulted because he's with me...I am scared for him."

She finally admitted, allowing tears that had pooled at the corner of her eyes to roll onto her cheeks. It was a fear Mary had kept to herself for so long that the confession broke her heart. Lizzie knitted her brows together, as she felt the pain of the young woman. She inhaled some smoke and puffed it out. Lizzie shook her head and put the towel on the sink. Her hand, now free, gently cupped Mary's cheek and she stroked it with her thumb. 

"I never knew..." -Lizzie started before she squeezed Mary's cheek.- "I never knew you were hurting."

"How could you? It's not an issue you have to deal with, Lizzie." -She replied, a faint smile creeping on her lips before she opened her eyes again- "For some people, the color of my skin is an issue. They don't want to know me, they don't want to know the content of my character or judge me by my deeds...For some people, I mean nothing. I mean less than nothing and they won't like to see Tommy with me. Ada's already witnessed it. Arthur soaked his hands with blood because someone punched me in the stomach for being in the wrong bar...Tommy had never witnessed it and he's an MP...What if... What if...What if I ruin everything, Lizzie?"

"Mary... I'm so sorry!" Lizzie couldn't bring herself to finish her cigarette and decided to crush the butt of her cigarette against the sink she put her other hand on Mary's other.  She held her tightly and leaned her forehead against hers. She then pulled away from her and ran her hands over Mary's arms down to her hands.  "Tommy..." -She bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brows as words were dying at the back of her throat.- "Tommy chose you and that is all that matters. He doesn't care about the way people see him and, as much as it hurts me to say, he is in love with you, Mary. He loves you deeply...He loves you so much that he would never let you be harmed. He would never let someone disrespect you in front of him. He would never allow you to be hurt, especially in front of him. You are, you are everything to Tommy. You make him happy. you keep him together and he would always protect you. He chose you, Mary. He chose you and he would never go back."

"You think so?" -Mary's lips quivered and Lizzie held her hands tighter. Her thumbs stroked the back of her hands and she gave her a soft smile.- "How kind of you." -She said, her voice breaking down as she spoke softly. "Thank you... Lizzie."

"Don't mention it, Mary!" Lizzie replied, her smile still plastered on her face.  She gently released her hands and took a couple steps away from Mary and ran her hand through her black hair. She started to walk in a circle. Silence slowly settled between the two of them and Lizzie felt fresh tears pool into her eyes. There were a lot of things she wanted to say to the young woman, words crashed at the back of her throat and she ended up rubbing her throat. Mary followed her with her green eyes and tilted her head to the side. "Mary... I just...wanted to apologize. I have been mean to you, straight up a savage. I hurt you."

"Lizzie... we've already---" -Lizzie shook her head-

"No. Please. Let me finish, Mary. When you came into our lives, I didn't think much of you. I didn't feel threatened by you because Grace was alive then. I made my peace with the fact Tommy had found his one true love.  It all changed when Grace died. It all changed because I had my hopes high. Tommy came to me, and we fucked, I thought that I would be able to win him over but I was so wrong. I was so wrong, Mary.  I was nothing but a drink for Tommy, you know? He used me to drown his pain and I mistook it for genuine love and interest.  When you started to live with him, I was devastated and jealous because you got to live with him and you stole my place. I was upset, so upset because I wanted to be you. I wanted to have what you had with him. I mean, why would he choose you over me? I wanted to be you but I didn't realize why I couldn't be. Ah... It took Tommy's scolding for me to realize that I was in the wrong."

"Lizzie... "

"You were right... I was looking for a way out. I thought Tommy was the solution to my problems.  I thought he would make an honest woman out of me and... I wasn't able to see how much you were in love with each other and how much good you did for him. Tommy's happy because he's with a woman who loves him for who he is. You welcome everything he is... I would never have been able to do it. Mary. I feel ashamed for the way I acted before. I wanted to apologize. I am sorry, so sorry. Please, forgive me."

Mary bit her bottom lip and gently walked towards Lizzie. Her apologies were sincere and that moved the young nurse to comfort the older woman. In the end, deep down, Lizzie Stark wasn't a bad person. She was just stranded, upset, and in desperate need of companionship. She helped Tommy more times than not and she was loyal to the family. Lizzie proved to be a decent person and she seemed to truly care about Mary. The hug was welcomed with eyes wide open by the taller woman. She had not anticipated Mary to come to her so easily but she didn't deny her. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Mary's frame and cried on her shoulder. How the tables have turned! 

-TBC-

 

Phoenix profile - declassified -WIP-

Phoenix declassified

A/N: All usual disclaimers. profile in progress

I will tweak it as I go by.

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Main Faceclaim: Anna Diop

Other FC: TBC

"How much red can you wash off of your ledger?"

Real Name: Anzelu Bahati (Angel of Luck in Lingala. She doesn't know her real name)

Codename: Phoenix

Alias: Phoenix Rivers

Age: 35

Nationality:

• Born: Congolese
• Acquired: Belgian
• Acquired: American

Alter Ego: 

• The Black Death
• Daughter of Death
• Shi no Megami (Goddess of Death)
• The Surgeon 

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 70 kgs

Special features: She has blue eyes and dyes her hair honey gold.

Physical appearance: She's a tall, curvy, and toned African woman with high cheekbones, a square jaw, and plump brown lips.

Something noticeable about her: She has a tongue piercing. Her real accent is a strong African accent but she can hide it effectively well.

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Alignment: chaotically neutral. The job is what matters the most to her.

Specie: Human

Occupation: Assassin

Abilities: 

• Peak Human Condition:  Phoenix has peak human physicality. She is very athletic, and her strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and threshold for pain are in top condition.

• Peak Human Durability: Phoenix is highly resilient and sturdy by human standards. She was able to survive multiple gunshot wounds, stabbings, and blunt force trauma without feeling much of an effect. 

• Peak Human Speed: What Phoenix lacks in strength, she compensates with her speed. She is very fast. In combat, she can move too fast for her opponents to react.

• Peak Human Agility: Phoenix is also extraordinarily agile in her movements, being able to perform and incorporate various jumps and rolls in her fighting style with ease. 

• Peak Human Stamina: Phoenix has tremendous amounts of stamina. She is able to fight for considerable amounts of time and run for great distances while showing little signs of fatigue. Even when she is injured or tired, she requires little time to recover.

• Peak Human Reflexes: Phoenix has great reflexes. She has displayed incredibly fast reaction time, as is able to evade bullets and melee attacks during combat with relative ease even from multiple opponents.

• High Pain Tolerance: Despite her mastery of martial arts and firearms, Phoenix is frequently injured, but demonstrates a very high tolerance to pain.

Skills:

Master Assassin: Phoenix, is one of the best female assassins.  She earned her reputation and nickname when she killed the people responsible for the death of her family and the slaughter of her village at just 9  years old. Since she was recruited by the Anansi children clan, Phoenix was trained to become an assassin. Her ledger is red with the blood of the thousands of people she killed. She takes pride in her work as an assassin, but only when it comes to killing vile people.  Her preferred method to fight is to be as fast as possible and kill everyone he encounters until she reaches her targets.

Master Marksman: Being both a trained assassin as well as a former Belgium Secret Service agent Phoenix is proficient with a variety of firearms, including pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shotguns as well as being able to precisely eliminate targets from a long distance. 

Master Martial Artist: Phoenix is a skilled martial artist and hand-to-hand fighter. Her fighting style consists of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, karate, capoeira, and Krav Maga. She can quickly outmaneuver, outmatch or simply outlast her opponents, even being capable of taking on multiple enemies at once. Phoenix is able to adapt to his opponent's fighting styles, studying them during the fight and adapting to negate their strengths. She also sometimes uses dirty tactics such as striking the groin, gouging the eyes, or even biting.

Knife Mastery: Phoenix is highly skilled in wielding and throwing knives. They are her most preferred weapons to use and some even call her the knives virtuosa. 

Improvised Weapon Mastery: In addition to her impressive skills with firearms and bladed weaponry, Phoenix is very good at using whatever is in her immediate area as an offensive weapon.

Stealth: Phoenix is extremely skilled at breaking into secure locations and escaping without being noticed and she is able to memorize complicated architectural layouts easily. She is also a very skilled con artist and can blend in very easily.

Gifted Intellect: Phoenix was shown to be a very intelligent individual who could outsmart her enemies even under extreme stress and can easily think her way out of dangerous situations.

Master Tactician: As a master hitman, Phoenix is highly capable of casing out, planning, and executing assassinations. However, she cannot exclude how impulsive she could get and how much it could ruin her plans.

Expert Driver:  She is able to kill enemies with vehicles, delivering sideswipes, reverses and head-on collisions to deal with devastating damage.

Expert Motorcyclist: Phoenix is a very talented motorcyclist who is able to evade enemies and even able to engage in combat while cycling. 

Skilled Equestrian: Phoenix is able to easily mount and ride a horse through the city to evade enemies, even lowering herself to hang off the side and using the horse as cover while riding with little difficulty.

Skilled Physician: Phoenix appears to have some knowledge of human anatomy and physiology, as well as basic medicine and first aid.

Multilingualism: Phoenix is fluent in several languages, including English, Italian, Lingala, American Sign Language, Arabic, Japanese, French, and Chinese. She uses these skills a number of times when conversing with friends and enemies alike.

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

Anger: Phoenix's anger can sometimes blind her. She doesn't know what to feel aside from pure rage for the life she was forced to live. She knew love once but upon breaking up with him, she realized that she let go of a chance at being happy. Anger fuels her heart and soothes her at the same time but she's desperate to set herself free from it. She loses her mind when a child is the victim of murder or is in harm's way. It could lead her to make mistakes or act irrationally and get herself in trouble.

Mortality: Although Phoenix is an extremely efficient assassin, she is still susceptible to dying via injuries, illness, or old age.

Fatalism: Phoenix isn't sure she can escape the life of an assassin. She's convinced that Fate can't be disturbed and it chose them to be the harbinger of death. This could make her feel defeated.

Fire:  she also suffers from a fear of fire inherited from when she was a baby because the special unit that slaughtered her family set fire to the house before they found the baby. She was old enough to sit and crawl and although she doesn't remember the events, the fear, pain, and feelings of solitude she felt during the attack resurface whenever there is a fire.

Education Skills: 

Through extensive training, Phoenix became really keen on mechanics (she adores fixing cars and bikes ), science (she knows the human body well enough to torture it efficiently without killing, she also knows how to speed up her recovery, emergency surgery, and how to improve her body abilities and push it further) If she wasn't an assassin, she would probably have been a nurse or a science teacher at the university. She is also very fluent in several languages and knowledgeable about different cultures.

Family:

Mother: Deceased. Unknown.

Father: Deceased, Unknown.

Boyfriend/Life-Partner: TBD

Universe:   Open to anything.

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Due to her harsh background and being rigorously trained for her childhood and adulthood and her career in the Belgium Secret Services, Phoenix could be described as a very serious and stoic individual who rarely speaks more than is necessary (preferring actions over words and being described as someone who never wastes words) with a strong sense of obligation. As a professional assassin and hitman, Phoenix is highly confident in her abilities and reputation, greatly respected by many criminal organizations and other killers. 

Despite this, she has a strong moral code as well as honor which is rare among her colleagues as Phoenix never willingly drags innocent people to her job or threatens them during it. She abhors colleagues who do so and would personally go after them if she witnesses them kill innocent people (especially children). In spite of her professionalism, she is also friendly and develops strong friendships with many other dangerous people. Her good side is mostly seen when she interacts with children, it's one of the very few moments she could genuinely be herself and she reveals a kind and loving heart despite how hardened it became.

However, Phoenix is a woman who is worth her reputation as the Daughter of Death for her lethality as he never failed on his missions. Despite her calm and collected behavior, once angered or taken by vengeance, she will stop at nothing until she kills her target no matter who or what stands in her way.  Despite her skills, Phoenix isn't a knight templar and is willing to first talk and negotiate if it's possible. She doesn't hesitate to come to the aid of her friends in the business and could even spare her enemies. Her strong sense of honor also means she makes a point of not allowing innocent people to get caught in the crossfire of her work.

Fictional Character Biography: 

[redacted]

Recent History:

Trivia:

-She can’t have children. Her uterus was removed when she was a teenager.

- She has a phoenix tattoo on her back.

- Her skin is flawless and she intends to keep it that way.

-She has impeccable taste and enjoys a lavish lifestyle

-Phoenix has had a tongue piercing since she is 11. 

-She has a slight pain addiction.

-Phoenix drinks a lot of hard drinks (Vodka is her favorite) but not that much. She doesn't like when she's drunk because she's not a happy drunken woman.

TB: He wasn unhinged.

 He was unhinged and dangerous. Sara was aware of it, hell, the whole world knew that you didn't mess with the Homelander unless you wanted to be lasered. He was unhinged, violent, and brutal. 

Sara slowly started to realize that she had an impact on him. Somehow, when he was in her presence, she managed to calm him down and turn a big anger into something better.

He was a big monster to some, the ultimate hero to others but to Sara, he was just Homelander. He was just... John and she grew to like the man he was when they were just together. 

Reflections post trip Japan

 As my trip to Japan is near the end, I am able to take a minute to think. 

Well, obviously, I love the country and appreciate the culture. I was even able to dust off my Japanese (but I was feeling upset the first couple days because my japanese teacher would have been upset with me for not remembering anything. In my defense, I have stopped speaking/ reading in japanese since 2014 but still....I was very upset at first, but managed to relax as time went by!)

Still, I'm digressing. I said to myself yesterday that I was happy with where I was in my life. The choices I made, the medical  help I sought, the support system I have. All of these truly have been helpful over the years. Years ago, I was suffocating. My mental health was so bad that I tried (and failed to) kill myself a few times. I didn't know how to handle anything related to my mental illness... not a single thing but I had wonderful friends who were open about their own struggle and who cared enough to share them with me as well as their attempts, trials, errors and successes. 

I didn't realize how much of a struggle this would be.  Man, I do have some answers now and my journey into therapy is still in its infancy (what's 2 years, if not a blink?). I admit, there are days where I feel that I'm back to square one.  I feel that I've failed myself, or that I'm failing my loved ones or even my late friend Mags. Before she took her own life, our last conversation had me promise I would do my best to care for my mental health.  Damn intrusive thoughts, eh? I admit, because it's part of my mental illness, suicidal tendencies are still there and some days, they are the loudest voice in my head. 

The difference though? I am better prepared to notice when I'm back to my old hurtful pattern. I know when I'm in a down phase. I automatically seek help now, speak to loved ones and go for the emergency plan put in place with my therapist. The difference is... I can handle it better. 

This trip... oh...I am able to appreciate the full experience. My head is clear, my heart is full. I am happy. I am happy to still be alive today. I am happy because I saw the love others have for me, and that no matter the mood I am in, my true-self was loved. I mattered to them and I matter. I am happy because we worked hard to make sure the trip would be a good one. I'm happy, because even when my anxiety was very high, I was able to handle it and keep enough clarity and control to go through it. 

I am a work in progress. Aren't we all? 

I think that if I can find moments of grace in this world, you can too.

A vintage's touch: "Dear John"'

A vintage's touch: "Dear John"'

// I love these two so much.  

"Dear John.

You're dead. You and I both know that you are in another plane of existence and we can't talk again. I wish I could. I really wish I could right now. I remember when we used to talk at the Garrison Pub. You'd stay a little late just so you could make sure I would safely close the bar. We'd talk about anything, although, I have to admit that we'd spend it talking about your brother the most. You always knew what to tell me when I wasn't sure I was doing things the right way. You were the first one to see that I was falling for your brother. You knew he wasn't indifferent to me and even encouraged me to stay. You wanted me to stay and to trust in him. I did. you'd probably laugh your ass off if you knew I fucked him. after your funerals when we were grieving and on my birthday and... so many times after that. You would have laughed and would have told me "Told ya that he was into ya. At last ya both stopped being stupid!" and I would throw you a towel. I would laugh too. I wish you were here, so we could fool around and we could talk about the future we both want. 

John, you're dead and tonight, it hurts way too much for me. I can't stop crying! I can't find some sleep! I am worried about our boy. I am worried about Tom. I know he knows his business. I know he's always ahead of the curve but you know him. You know our boy. You know how much he can get lost into his head, I worry about him, especially when he spends so many days away from home. I worry that he doesn't see his son grow up, or that he gets injured and can't come back from it. I worry about him, constantly but you know what tears me apart tonight? I don't know how to tell him I want to be with him forever. I don't know how to tell him how much I need him, how much I care for him. I wish I could speak those words to him, without fear, without restraint. I wish I could let him know that his heart is safe with me and that I am with him. He doesn't need to tell me. He doesn't need to let me in on the business. I understand that the less I know, the best it is for both of us but still...I am here. I wish I could tell him "I love you. I want to be your wife. I want to raise your children and I want to carry yours." 

Can you believe it? John? Charlie told me that I was his mom. He told me that his mother is in heaven and I am his mom on Earth. He is such a precious child, my child. I accepted it, at long last! Can you believe it, John? A baby, a little Tom and me? I wish you were here. I wish we could laugh about it. It would make me less anxious. It would make me less worried. It would make me... Oh... John...I'm worried about Tommy and I wish you'd be there to watch after him. I hope that wherever you are, you can look after your brother and after me. I hope you know that you are still with us, no matter how long since your death. I still pray to you. I hope you know we're doing good....oh John...I'm worried....What should I do?"

-TBC-

TB: HIM

TB: HIM

It's the smile I found myself craving. It's the pride he feels when he's looking at me, when I'm performing in front of my fans, or when I'm doing something he approves of. I think he likes it when I can overcome a fear I have or when I'm able to use my powers in ways he hasn't seen before. It's the smile he has when he calls me his baby girl and when he treats me as such. I love it when he calls me his baby girl and when he looks at me as if I was the best thing in the world.  It's the smile he has on his face I long to see. It's the way I want him to be proud of me, the way this man is driving me crazy. Ah... Homelander...You're fucking my mind up. You're fucking my mind up and I'm now looking for more of it. Call me needy. call me anything you want as long as you call me Babygirl. 

TB headcanon: Body image

TB headcanon:  Body image

Sara loves her body and takes good care of it. She has a very healthy lifestyle, involving healthy meals, exercise, and no excess of alcohol. (she only drinks occasionally). Sara enjoys her curves and takes great pride in them, she loves her round face, the almond eyes, and the freckles all over her body. She loves the curves she has and knows how to enhance them and compliment them through her clothes and accessories. 

Sara had issues, however, with the way her loved ones perceived her body. Her ex-partners always wanted her to cover up her freckles, mostly because they were either, bothered with it or just wanted her to embrace her Unnamed Girl persona. It chipped her confidence away but Sara kept fighting to regain her self-love.  So, fingers crossed that she would not let anyone try to hurt her confidence again. 

GoT: (regular): The Sun

 GoT: (regular): The Sun 

// The Sun and the Moon. This time it's just the Sun version. (Bäahal). I love these two darlings so so much. they always make me very emotional. I love you, N. 

The princess was the Sun. She was his sun. Jaime didn't tell her how he truly felt for her because he knew that if he did, then he wouldn't be able to be separated from her. Bäahal came to him when he wasn't prepared for her. He was fond of her and cared for her life amid a war between their two houses. They should have remained enemies, but her stubbornness made it impossible for them to be. Bäahal was his sun. She traveled all of Westeros to find him, concerned for his safety and survival. She wanted to help him get back on his feet and become the man she knew he was. The man she saw in him. Bäahal didn't see him as the Kingslayer, a traitor, and a liar. She saw him as Jaime. She saw him as a man who sacrificed everything for love. The love he had for the people and the love he had for his family. 

Was he stupid? At times, he was led by his emotions and sometimes they got the best of him but she never saw this as a fatal flaw. She didn't cast him away because of what he did, no matter how abhorrent that was. She understood. She didn't excuse him, but she understood.  The princess was the Sun. She found him when all he wanted to do was die after his twin sister Cersei was killed by Daenerys. He had lost everything, but she didn't give up on him. She never did. She brought him joy, light, and warmth. She made him see that there was still life after the disaster. She made him realize that he hadn't given his all and he still had plenty to live, a second chance...a chance she was ready to fight for. She fought for him. She was in love with him. She was his Sun. 

-TBC-

Doya: Pizza night.

Doya: Pizza night. 

// I love our babies. 

Oya leaned into the chair, her laptop was open to several news websites and some newspaper clips were scattered on the table. She ran her hand through her curly hair and pulled them up. Dean and Oya have been working on a case they were struggling with, mostly because they couldn't identify their target. There was a monster on the loose, clearly so, but they had not seen any of it before. Was it one they used to know that evolved? was it a foreign monster who came to the USA? She rolled her head and leaned further into her chair. Dean was back from the grocery store and brought pizza with him. He was busy eating a slice when he heard his wife groan in her frustration.

"Come here, O."

"I can't find it. I think we need more information on this monster." -She said, furrowing her brows- "I'm upset that I can't find what it is."

"You will find it, O. Now, take a break and come eat while this pizza is still piping hot!"

She looked at him and pouted. Fine. She pushed her chair further away from the table and stood up. There was no reason for her to keep struggling with this task and she didn't want to lose her temper. As his wife was walking towards him, Dean pushed the pizza box away from him and finished his slice of pizza. Oya straddled the Winchester and wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his forehead. Dean lifted a brow and Oya rolled her eyes. 

"What? You said to come over. You said I could come and have a slice of pizza."

"Am I pizza?" -He curbed a brow but she gave him a hearty laugh and nuzzled his nose- "What??"

"You're as delicious as pizza. I don't mind tasting you." -She giggled before her hips slowly started to rock against his lap. Dean groaned and bit his bottom lip. "I'm hungry though, hungry for the pizza and hungry for you.." She whispered, her voice now silky and sultry. - "Can you take the frustration off of me, tonight?"

"I could... I want to...But you need to eat when it's hot." -He managed to say while she started to peck his lips and tug them towards her.- "O. I'm serious.. unf...You haven't eaten enough today and you're always unf.... upset when your stomach is empty..."

"What a dutiful husband you are." -She grinned and pressed her lips to his neck.- "Fine! Fine, Dickhead. I'm going to eat and we're going to devise a plan for tomorrow, okay? I don't think I'll find an answer tonight but I'd like to go for another round of interviews of the survivors of the attacks."

"Only when we eat, because if you keep dry humping me like that, I won't be focused..."

"You'll be focused on me, all the better! All the better!" -She groaned and resumed kissing his face-

She forgot for a moment, the pressure she felt because of the case they were working on. Oya only wanted to enjoy her husband, eat some pizza and perhaps think about the next move. Dean ran his hand over her back and grabbed her plump ass. Oya chuckled in between their lips and pulled away from him just so she could grab the pizza box. All Dean could do was look at her and give her the widest grin he could. how he loved her, especially when she was smiling and happy. 

-TBC-

Klasma: The smile

 

Klasma:  The smile

// She misses him. What can I do about it? 

Nëela curled into a ball, and her curls fell on her forehead. She had closed her eyes and was holding onto the sheets of her bed. She was missing Klaus. She was missing him something fierce and she didn't know how to deal with it. How long had it been since she felt like something was missing? How long since her mind was haunted by the memories of the Hybrid? Anytime she closed her eyes, she could see his face, the beard she loved to run her fingers through. She could see his face and his smile, oh that tempting smile that made her knees go weak. She could see his intense gaze set upon her, carefully studying her face and each of her reactions to him. He was attentive to her and that was a feeling Nëela was craving. 

The witch wanted to see him again. She wanted to feel his fingers run through her curly hair and hold a fistful of it. She wanted to feel his tongue lavish her soft skin with wet licks, tasting it, marking it. She wanted to hear his groans and the sudden rush of adrenaline as she was running her hands over his skin. Nëela wanted to give him her attention and gift him with her affection. She wanted him...no, she needed him! She bit her thumb and shut her eyes tighter. What was that? Why did she need him that much? He didn't even think the same about her, so why was she so vulnerable? She blushed hard, thinking about how foolish she was to feel those things for Mikaelson. 

Foolish, maybe but why did she feel that way? Was it so silly to seek companionship? Was it so silly to not want to be on her own anymore? She wanted someone to talk to, someone to make and unmake the world for hours. She wanted to have someone who ran their fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. She wanted to be loved...Elijah couldn't give it to her, Elijah never gave her anything remotely close to at least being a friend but he ignited a fire he couldn't stop that Klaus made even hotter. She had feelings for him and she couldn't deny them, not now, not when she wanted to hear from him again. Perhaps she would have to leave Mystic Falls? Perhaps, she should try New Orleans? It was taking a huge risk but she was ready to be proactive rather than languishingly wait for him to come back. so She would go. 

-TBC-

TVD Headcanon: Hobbies

Headcanon: Hobbies

Given her curse and the impossibility of bonding with others, Nëela was forced to find hobbies she could practice on her own. Fortunately, she easily realized that she enjoyed reading. She usually reads books (spell books and novels) by the fire, with a fresh glass of wine by her side. 

She also enjoys dancing and would usually put on some music and dance on her own, while perhaps using spells to enhance her experience. Nëela longs to dance with a partner, however, because she finds a lot of joy in being touched. 

Surprisingly enough, she also enjoys knitting. There are nights she spends knitting in her favorite chair while reading books through the use of a specific spell.