Fenn

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Backstory

Fenn grew up in Yanxia, At the age of 3 she was playing in the fields when The Garleans made their presence known again. She was curious of the strange man approaching her, as his armor clanked and clattered, heavy breaths tinged upon her ears. She was frozen for a few moments before turning to run home, the soft puppy fur sticking straight up to tell her this was bad news.As she ran, something caught her leg, and she stumbled, unable to move her legs apart as she struggled, the barbs biting into her skin and ripping at her flesh. She could see her parents come running out of the hut, but the clinking of armor let her know that he was much closer. “Maaa!” she unfurled and outstretched her paw to them. Her parents stopped as Fenn felt pain slam through her fingers.Her eyes darted between the foot by her head, her mangled fingers, and her parents who seemed to be… smiling? could that possibly be right?Then… nothing.A warm wet feeling across her forehead as her eyes fluttered open. She looked at her hand, hoping it was a dream but knowing by where she was that it wasnt. it was wrapped, shoddily, but wrapped. Her parents sat across the room from her pad. They looked so angry.She tried to move, to go give them a hug, do something, but her legs, felt like they had been stuffed in the family's meat grinder.Fenn spent years learning how to walk again, learning to use her hand again. She’d make moonshine in her grandfather’s tub with him.She never talked about the Garlean, nobody asked. Nobody wondered.Until she was 6.Playing Mahjong with her grandpaw, when she heard the clinking again. She wasn’t one for eavesdropping but; “You can’t do this to her! This isn’t how I raised you!” was certainly a sentence that made her whip the scene into focus.She saw her mother shrug and her father hug his dad. The clinking grew louder. Until it was so close fenn could swear it was in her head. Pounding, echoing even. There was blood everywhere, the blood moon was foreshadowing enough that night, as the blood spilled into the fields.Her mother, her father… lay in a patch of spider lilies that her mother tended to. Her grandpaw grasped her in his arms, and turned her away, leading him to his cottage. Where, all her stuff had already been relocated. All except her old bed, instead she lay on the spare cot, close to the cold floor.

(Photo prepared and taken by Prince Ravus)

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Personality

Fenn is a tormented soul who struggles to determine reality from the dreams a voidsent plants inside her brain. She is just as likely to pull a sword on you as she is to let you touch her ears.NO romance. She is not that kind of character. She lives for the hunt and the hunt only. Sorry!She will behave in a hostile manner towards those in a Garlean uniform. Please read backstory.

(Photo prepared and taken by Prince Ravus)

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