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Fiachna - angel of discord

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· Name · Fiachna
· Age · Unknown
· Gender · Female
· Species · a variety of angel
· Ethnicity · divine
· Height · 5'11"
· Occupation · trouble maker
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Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

Arts: Maxa Art


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     · Physical Description ·
Fiachna is a gray skinned, black winged lady that smiles frequently like she knows the worlds secrets and she's just waiting to tell you. Her eyes are a deep blue / black and she wears a patchwork dress of brown leather and cloth topped with a tuft of black, raven feathers that match her wings. She doesn't bother with much else by way of clothing because it's not really important.

Her voice is melodic at times, a hissing whisper at others. Her black hair is wild and untamed. She seems to hover just above the ground without having to actually flap her wings, and when she does, she flaps lazily.


     · Personality ·
Fiachna is the embodiment of her god and creator, Shogai, a minor deity of trouble, conflict, chaos, and thievery. She flits around and finds those she thinks she can push or prod into doing troublesome things, on any manner of scale. Be it disrupting a quiet night in a tavern, ruining a bandit raid on a caravan, or crashing a wedding. If something has been planned, Fiachna would love to convince someone to ruin it. She takes great delight in doing so. Never the direct cause of it, but prompting others to do so.



     · Magic / Abilities ·
Fiachna can shapeshift, minimally, into various mortal forms that are very similar to her base. She can lose her wings, adjust her height, and adopt certain physical traits to make her fit in to a different culture or setting, but there is usually a tell. Her clothes decorated in black feathers, her eyes are always black/blue, and her hair is generally black.

She can throw her voice to sound like anyone she's heard before, or make herself sound sweet as a siren song ( without the additional allure to it ) or as raspy as a monster in the dark. Whatever she needs to sound like to suit any given situation.

Fiachna can fly but she doesn't need her wings to do so.

Once a week, she can open a portal to Shogai's realm. She does this to bring him gifts or to just escape for awhile. Any mortal that accompanies her in her good graces has a chance to be changed into something like her. Those that do not generally don't return.


     · Shogai ·
You will meet many opponents in your time that will come face to face with your flaws, trust the chaos ~ pain & confusion is the pathway to break open and become free.

Arts : Vulpes-Ibculta

Minor god of trouble, conflict, chaos, and thievery, Shogai delights when things don't go as planned, when precious things are stolen, and chaos sown where law abounds. He's not particularly cruel, but neither is he a loving deity. He just is. Those that worship him seek to do this things through other people - working to tempt mortals into chaos and have fun doing so. A chosen few are brought to his realm and he decides, seemingly at random, whether they become a presence of his on the realm, or they stay and become decoration.


     · Relationships ·
     ⛋ Kanimir / Son
One of the children she's happened to have. She occasionally checks on him, more out of curiosity than anything, and has an idle desire to present him to Shogai as a sort of tribute. This would likely result in Kanimir's death so she's not broached him about it - watching from afar, always in disguise, and quite pleased in the man he's grown to be. Maybe, eventually, she'll get around to reintroducing herself.


     · Additional Notes ·
It should be noted, Fiachna derives her magic or abilities from Shogai - her deity - so it is not classified as a mortal magic and thus not nullified by a mordecai's ability. Just noting that here should anyone wish to plot with her.




SanctifiedSavage

     · Angelic Courtship ·
This is going to be a series of snippets about when Fiachna hooked up with Kanimir's father, Kyto. I just wanted to write it because I'm a sadistic person. 8D Anyways, that's what all this is.

Congratulations, Captain

It was supposed to have been a small, private party. Just some of Kyto's friends in the regiment, but somehow the tavern was filled with all manner of men in the army, peppered with serving girls and those there purely for entertainment.

He didn't know how it had dissolved into what it was, but he supposed he didn't mind it so much. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and it was to celebrate his recent promotion. Even the close friends he'd invited, though initially just as confused as he had been, gave in to the fine drink and good company. It wasn't like they were strangers. These were still men they knew. Had trained with.

That they were as thrilled with the promotion was actually heartwarming and boosted Kyto's mood considerably. He didn't think he'd been disliked, but it was still nice to know so many he'd served with were just as happy as though closest to him.

All in all, though it'd been a surprise, he wasn't miffed about it. The flickering lights played over the gathered crowd in the tavern and made the ale seem like liquid gold. Certainly the sought after currency of the evening, distributed by dressed up wenches who laughed at the attention. Veiled and glittering escorts were also in the crowd, swaying to the music being played just below the din of conversation.

Never the sort of party Kyto's proper family would have dreamt for him, but it made him feel normal. Apart of the army. He hadn't enlisted to remain separate and superior.

The glass in his hand was topped off by a woman dressed in a simple blue gown. It was cut off her shoulders and trimmed in shining raven feathers. Exotic, in a way. That wasn't what really caught his attention though. Her smile was smooth and her dark eyes caught the light. He smiled  reflexively. "You're over here, with only a drink for company, and everyone else seems to have found fun," she said by way of greeting. "Is there anything I can do to change that, Captain?"

Not quite able to look away from her eyes, he shook his head. Even stole a sip of his drink to buy himself a moment to find words. Stumbling over himself was not commonplace among women but... "No, no. I'm just not the rambunctious sort. I appreciate the gathering though, and the support of the men." He couldn't help but feel young and foolish for what he said, even if it were a perfectly respectable answer.

She stepped closer and lightly gripped the top of his cup, plucking it from his hand and setting it on the bar just behind him. Then, still watching him, she put her hand where the cup had been. "How about we dance instead? It doesn't have to be the rambunctious sort, either," she teased.

Kyto had trouble saying no to her smile and found himself stepping away from the bar to do just that. They didn't match the beat of the quick song being placed, but rather he held her as though they were in some ballroom. Hand in hand, the other on her slender waist. Somehow, that felt more intimate. Like she'd caught him and now they were in a world apart, though he could still hear and see everyone else.

"You have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don't know who you are," he said at length.

With a soft laugh, her response wasn't what he expected. "You sure you want my name, Captain? It might be bad luck for you to know it."

He grinned and she stepped away to spin proper, then stepped back into him. Closer than before. "I would have your name," he said.

Her dark eyes, a deep blue he realized, studied him a long moment before she rest her head on his shoulder. They swayed like that, to a song that existed nowhere but between them. "Fiachna," she eventually answered.
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