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Modern Fae World

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♡︎ Full fae

♡︎ Confident sometimes

Name

Ase Belle Fayeau

(Oh-sah)

“Ace” “Ash” "Shasha" "Misty"

Age

21

Gender/Pronouns

Female- she/her

Sexuality

Pansexual Monoflexible

Appearance

Ase is taller than the normal woman, standing at 5’9. Her body type is between that of a runner and a mountain climber. Her midsection is relatively well defined with abs and prominent hip lines while her legs are long and lean, with prominent definition as well. Her shoulders are wide and her chest is relatively average, as is her waist, but her hips are wider, creating an almost hour glass like silhouette. She walks with an air of confidence, straight-backed with her head held high.

Her skin is paper pale with no natural blemishes to be seen. She has a single tattoo that starts at the top of her bottom lip and proceeds down in a thin, black line to the bottom of said lip. Her jaw is somewhat refined, but her cheekbones aren’t especially high; giving her a regal shape. Her nose is straight and almost romanesque. Her eyes are hooded and piercing pale blue, framed with thick black lashes. Her eyebrows are black, as is the rest of her hair, and relatively straight, with only a small arch towards the end. Her lips are full and pale pink. She’s got two dimples on the left side of her cheek when she smiles. She does have a resting bitch face but has mastered the art of raising her brows slightly so she doesn’t look too angry.

Ase’s hair is extremely thick and black. It is extremely wavey, 2B on the curl chart. Throughout it are a few small braids. It reaches the middle of her back. The texture is rather soft, like luxury wool. When she competes, she ties it in a low, tight bun. When not in competition, she will leave the bulk of it down, with a bit from the top pulled into a loose bun or ponytail, complete with some side braids.

Attire

Normal attire is what varies for this girl. Grown in the mountains of Norway, the cold has never bothered her. That pared with the fact that she likes to show off her physique makes for a varied closet. Mostly, you’ll find her in a simple cut-cropped tee shirt (or hoodie) with a pair of leggings. On more extreme days, it’ll be just a sports bra and some leggings. On days where she must cover up more, she opts for a black bodysuit, a pair of ripped tights, an extremely oversized flannel jacket, or a suit jacket.

In her wardrobe also, are some fishnets, a few skirts, and maybe a dress or two. For special occasions only, of course.

Her shoes of choice are either some form of black demonias or docs, hiking boots, or running shoes.

Voice

Ase’s voice is clear and contralto. Low and soft, like velvet and honey. She has an accent that rolls her rs slightly and heightens her as/es. Like in her name, sometimes her as sound like os, but that’s only when speaking her native language (Norwegian). Her laugh is easily one to light up a room.

Personality

ESFJs are people persons - they love people. They are warmly interested in others. They use their Sensing and Judging characteristics to gather specific, detailed information about others and turn this information into supportive judgments. They want to like people and have a special skill at bringing out the best in others. They are extremely good at reading others and understanding their point of view. The ESFJ's strong desire to be liked and for everything to be pleasant makes them highly supportive of others. People like to be around ESFJs because the ESFJ has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves.

The ESFJ take their responsibilities very seriously and is very dependable. They value security and stability and have a strong focus on the details of life. They see before others do what needs to be done, and do whatever it takes to make sure that it gets done. They enjoy these types of tasks and are extremely good at them.

ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves. They are hurt by indifference and don't understand unkindness. They are very giving people, who get a lot of their satisfaction from the happiness of others. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They're very sensitive to others and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about.

With Extroverted Feeling dominating their personality, ESFJs are focused on reading other people. They have a strong need to be liked. They are extremely good at reading others, and often change their manner to be more pleasing to whoever they're with at the moment.

The ESFJ's value system is defined externally. They usually have very well-formed ideas about the way things should be and are not shy about expressing these opinions. However, they weigh their values and morals against the world around them, rather than against an internal value system. They may have a strong moral code, but it is defined by the community that they live in, rather than by any strongly felt internal values.

ESFJs who have had the benefit of being raised and surrounded by a strong ethical value system and centered around genuine goodness will most likely be the kindest, most generous souls who will gladly give you the shirt off of their back without a second thought. For these individuals, the selfless quality of their personality type is genuine and pure. So basically morally grey.

Family

Father: Bjorn Fayeau- 63- Alive- No contact

Mother: Athelhilde- 48- Alive- Extended contact

Sister 1: Hilde- 18- Alive- Half sister(mothers side)- Extended contact

Sister 2: Ulfhild- 18- Alive- Half sister, Hilde's twin- Extended contact

Sister 3: Thyra- 20- Half sister(Father's side)- Little contact

Brother: Sven- 19- Half brother, Thyra's brother- Little contact

Pets

An albino raven she's taught to speak..eerily well. Named Asketill

This half-fae was, in fact, still awake. So, when she heard a knock at the door of her small house, she jumped up off of the chair she was perched on and bounded over, pulling it open. She took a long sip from a mug and sighed happily, leaning on the door. “Well hi, Cy. Whatcha need? I can go get some bleach and gloves if you need-” She tilted her head.

The woman standing in the doorway was a sight as she observed her smaller friend. Though she was awake, she was getting ready for bed, and consequently dressed in a fuzzy onesie. Her hair was fully down, poufed out in small curls from the braids that had been talen out, and her crow was perched on her shoulder, red eyes trained on the familiar person at the door. “Bleach, bleach?” The crow spoke unnervingly well as he repeated an emphasized phrase.

The woman pushed her crow’s beak down with a finger. “Sush, Asketill.” She turned her attention back to her friend and stepped back to allow him in. “Well get your ass in here, now.” She reached over and turned the lights on, squinting as they jumped to luminescence. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. She didnt really care what the time was that Cyfiin popped by, as she had been in league with her for long enough to get acclimated to the random visits. At least this time they had used the door and not popped into her room through the window..like the last time. That had not been fun to wake up to.

Ase yawned and stretched as well, following her friend into the kitchen. She hopped up to sit on the counter. "Of course ya can, Cy-cy." She patted his head. After a moment of thought, she continued. "I might. You can always wear some of mine. They'll be a bit big on you-" The half-fae woman tilted her head. "I got rid of it. I could make some more!!" She hopped off the counter and ran to the dry pantry.

"No, he's been stuck on the words he's heard around you for a bit." The woman shot a slightly accusing look back at her friend as she reffered to the curse words. Asketill pruned his feathers. "Bitchass!!" Ase sighed a bit and grabbed a box of mac n' cheese. (Not the Kraft shit)

The half-fae went back over to her friend and squished his cheeks. "Look how adorable you are, Cy-cy!!!!" She smiled and kissed their head...

platonically of course-

of course-

Cy simply glared at her through the squished cheeks, mumbling something not heard due to the fact his tongue was stuck in its place. He did like the sound of the shower though. Pulling himself out of the grip, he grinned, "You're always in sweats though, I swear. My pajamas are prettier," he said proudly, knowing darned well once he was in her room he'd grab the oldest t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and be fine. But still, he did enjoy looking pretty more than anything else really.

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"I'm taking you up on that shower though, you oughta teach him how to say 'gimme the bags' or 'cash out, hands up'." He said, disappearing into Ace's room. As he always did he grabbed his favorite Pair of jamas and headed to the shower, flicking it to scolding and the pressure to the highest limit.

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Hopping in he let out a sigh of relief. But about as soon as that ended he rushed through his washing routine, slowing only as he conditioned his hair and washed himself down. Soft hair was important of course. And to add to the madness, he flicked the water to cold to rinse off completely.

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They came out afterwards, hair still slightly dampened and colored a more brown shade from the water. "How long does Mac and cheese take again?" They asked as of he hadn't been in the shower for less than fifteen minutes. Call it adrenaline or whatever you'd like, kid needed to learn to get some sleep at the proper times to be healthy.

Ase smiled at her glaring friend and turned back to the stove. "I am not in sweats all the time-" She shook her head and filled a pot with some boiling water.

The woman giggled a bit as they recomend some phrases she should teach her bird. As Cy left, Ase started to make the food she'd requested. She hummed and danced around as she made the food. She danced over to the fridge and pulled it open, grabbing a bunch of things from the cold box.

The half-fae was packing the half done pasta into a baking dish with milk, butter, like seven other types of cheeses, and a few spices when Cy made her inquiry. She turned to her friend and crossed her arms, raising a brow. "Hey, dont rush it. Perfection takes time, as you well know." She surveyed her friend and smiled, reaching over and ruffling his hair.

I know, I know. It's short. But I'm on my phone and my internet is balls.//