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The Basics...
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NAME
"The name is Fayte. It's not a pleasure to meet you."
This JMD changed her name a long time ago, it changed from Bella to Fayte.
NAME MEANING
A play on the word Fate
Fate;; something with decisive or far-reaching consequences that inevitably happens to somebody or something
When Fayte changed it she figured she'd be a vampire for a long time and let the... darker side of her personality take over. She changed her own name to Fayte, considering that the others she killed were subject to their fate and destiny.
GENDER
"A tad bit pushy aren't you? Isn't it obvious?"
Fayte here is a female. Mistaking her for the opposite gender isn't the smartest idea when it comes to her.
AGE
"No dignified woman should ever be okay with telling her age."
Fayte lost track of her age a long time ago. She estimates around 5o-7o years of age. Being chained up takes a tole on the years passing. All she knows is she went in when the world was different, and came out confused.
SEXUALITY
"To busy yourself with love... Pitiful m'dear."
Fayte doesn't really care too much about love. Love to her is a weakling's game, something children dream about and everyone suffers with. Though if anyone would care to know, Fayte is perfectly straight. She see's nothing in the same gender and barely anything in the opposite gender.
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PERSONALITY
“Cold, calculating, heartless, unforgiving…”
Fayte has no happiness, pity, or mercy to her. She’s a vicious girl that lacks a soul and keeps a black heart at a wary distance. She’s merciless and lacks pity. There’s never been a time where she has ever helped someone or done something good, except for maybe before she was turned into a vampire. If you were clinging to a cliff begging for help she would rather help you down instead of up, that’s how merciless she can be.
Fayte keeps her tongue as sharp as someone might a knife. She’ll throw you sobbing to the ground with a crafty insult quicker then she can with force. Fayte is also a sly one, sneaky and slinky. She’ll hear things you thought you kept hush-hush in tight whispers into another’s ear. She uses everything to her advantage, from whispers to insults to her own vampiric abilities. Fayte fights dirty, never by the rules.
She’s pretty simple when it comes to personality. Stay far, far out of her way and she might leave you alone. Never trust her, because she’ll turn around and stab you in the back as soon as she possibly can. She’s crafty, cold, calculating, and too smart for not her own good, but for your own good.
LIKES AND DISLIKES
"Is it really that important."
Likes;; Shadows, darkness, night, hunting
Dislikes;; Just about everything and everyone
HISTORY
“It’s not a very interesting past of mine…”
Fayte was born a very long time ago by the name Bella. Again, she lost count of the years when she was chained up. When she was only around nineteen years of age Bella was attacked and presumably fell ‘asleep’ only to wake with sharp teeth and a thirst for blood. Realizing what she was took a while to sink in, but when it did, she went all out.
The darker side of her took over and her name changed from Bella to Fayte. As Fayte, she rampaged everywhere, leaving death and rumors of a vampire behind her. It took several years before she was finally captured and drug into a dark cave. There, she was shackled to the walls and ‘taken care of’ for many years by the descendants of the original family who captured her. They punished her for her crimes, blunting her sharp vampire teeth towards the end of her ‘sentence.’ That act was the last straw. Fayte broke free and escaped into the night, dragging her shackles and residual chains behind her. She left the cuffs and chains on, a warning to everyone that she had been captured before and could easily break free again if someone happened to get it into their mind to stick her in a cave for years on end again.
LOVE LIFE
“Love is a waste of time. A petty feeling that destroys civilizations. I have no mind to get myself into such a mess.”
Fayte is very much against love. To her, there is nothing worse than falling into the terrible abyss of being, what she calls, chained to another. She would much rather be free to do her own will instead.
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EVERYTHING ELSE
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USERNAME
Hello Wolfswelpe! I’m better version. Here, trying out for this amazing JMD. I’ll try my best on everything and keep my fingers crossed. I’ve been stalking JMD’s for a long time, and only recently started applying for some that have caught my eye. I hope to call Fayte her my first.
ART
Glowing black in the gloomy alley shadows, a jewel glowing blood red clicked lazily against the concrete. The tail it happened to be attached to swung and skimmed side to side, much like a waiting cat’s might.
Eyes remained in blood red slits, as if half asleep, but still watching. In the black shadows she remained nearly invisible, something only seen with a second glance, if one happened to even glance down the alleyway in the first place. But on Halloween night, with the only close source of light flickering streetlights and just a sliver of moon, not even the bravest dared look away from the safe pools of light.
Fayte remained quiet and still, the exception her swishing tail, listening to chatter and excited squeals grow closer and closer to her hiding place. She shifted a bit, opening her eyes further and staring down onto the street side. Residual chains from the shackles that adorned her like sinful jewerely clinked and scraped the ground.
The screams of excitement grew louder and closer.
Agitated at the loud noise, Fayte drew her paws over her ears, blocking it out. All she wished was to see, not hear the annoying screams of annoying children.
The light from the street light just in front of the alleyway, casting a shivering glow towards her, flickered. Shapes moved by and across the stream of light. Paws still over her ears, Fayte watched the group pass. Other dragons, three young ones dressed in silly costumes that range from a witch to Frankenstein. The trio of little ones clutched bags of sweets tight. One teen watched over them all, his costume a vampire one that made Fayte bite back a cold chuckle.
They passed by and the squeals and talking faded.
Meticulously, she slid her paws away from her ears and rose to her feet. Twitching her jewel-tipped tail, she made sure no one else happened to be coming before stepping out of the alleyway. She shied away from the flickering lights and stuck close to the walls of buildings and shadows of trees. The motherly embrace of darkness gather her close and created the feeling of safety and strengthened the adrenaline of her hunt.
She ran her tongue over her canines, a momentarily flare of anger rushing through her as dullness met the pink muscle. Peeling back her lips in a snarl, she trailed the group, gaze locked on the teen.
Now. To get him away from the others…
