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Name: Fey "Karma" Starsong
Species: Stellar phoenix Gender: Female Birthday: 4/12/1984 Height: 6'3" Weight: 60 lbs Creed: Chaotic good Discipline: Sorceress Spheres: Abjuration, Pyromancey, Transmutation Possessions: Andromeda staff, Arcane Armband, Bag of tricks, Omamori, Robe of Salamander Occupation: Waitress Marital Status: Taken Current Residence: Spirtfire forest Favorite food: Pomegranate/Peppermint Likes: animals, anime, art, books, caffeine, camping, candy, comedy, cooking, cuddling, daydreaming, dreams, fire, growth, Halloween, horror/action movies, humor, ice cream, inflation, laughing, libraries, life, macro furs, magic, music, myth, nature, poetry, rain, thunderstorms, writing. Dislikes: Angst, Bad attitudes, Boredom, Cynicism, Greed, Math, Meanies, Mornings, Pain, Rap music, Losing, Loud noises, Small or crowded places, Stupidly, Violent furs, War, Water Weakness: Sweet tooth Appearance: Fey resembles an exotic and stunningly beautiful bird of prey dressed in fine silks and covered with a soft plumage colored in a variety of reds, oranges and yellows that almost seem to swirl and flicker like living flames. She has a tall lithe build and stands at 6 feet tall with sharp features and an elegant body proportioned much more like an elf than a bird. Her muscles are toned giving her strength, but subtly, not disturbing her beauty but highlighting her striking femininity. Her short head feathers resemble brilliant red hair flowing in wild spikes that dance like flames as it moves, the silky forelocks framing a cute girlish face. Her tender jade-green eyes gently gaze over a golden beak that's as sharp as her wit. Growing from her forehead is a large blue feather dangling in a small arch. Her supple neck melts into shapely shoulders that taper down to smooth well-toned arms with delicate taloned hands. Her stomach and torso are shapely and feminine, though she boasts an ample bust the gentle flight muscles beneath puffing it out some, round and full. Her slender waist broadens into wider hips and statuesque legs that end with dainty taloned feet. Emerging from her back are a pair of lustrous wings that encircle her like a cloak when not in use. She's dressed in an elegant Ancient Egyptian-style robe of brilliant red silk that shimmers like polished steel when hit by light and embroidered with the beautiful images of dancing flames in gold thread. A red choker bearing a gold locket hugs her tender neck. The sweet, spicy scent of peppermints seems to surround her as she moves gracefully, like in a dream. As her tender features soften into a sweet, welcoming smile, a pleasant warmth fills you like a warm blanket gently being wrapped around your soul. You snap out of your reverie, realizing she's said something, her soft almost musical voice like honey to your ears. Biography: Long ago on a peaceful summer's night, a bright light appeared in the night sky above the mystic wood known as the Golden forest. The brilliant celestial event awakened the residents of the forest, including a brand of rangers who emerged from their dwellings to marvel at the new "star" in the sky-a star whose awesome light seemed to bring feelings of peace and well-being to all who gazed upon it. Seeing the "star" seemed to be shining down on an area of their forest they decided to investigate and followed the light. Upon reaching a small clearing the rangers found a young avian, barely more than an infant, lying naked and shivering on the ground. Though she resembled a bird, there was an almost unearthly beauty about her. They asked her who she was, but the bird's reply came in sweet a musical tongue they had never heard before. The Rangers knew nothing of the young stranger's nature, but they did understand that she was weak, cold, and in need of help. So they found clothes for her and provided her with food and shelter. Calling her Fey, an elfish word for "little fairy" they accepted her into their hearts and home and soon grew to love her. Over the course of time Fey began to learn the language and ways of her benefactors, unfortunately her memories of "before" slowly seemed to fade into oblivion, almost as if her life up to the point she had appeared in the forest had been nothing more then a distant dream. Eventually she let go of the past, accepted Golden forest as her new home and did her best to fit in. Fey's life was a quite one, growing up safely tucked away within the forest Fey was spared from the evils of the world though her tender years and thus retained much of her childish innocence and mannerisms even after she begin to bloom into a lovely young lady. By her 12th birthday, Fey began to manifest a pair of gifts, which her new family did their best to nourish. The first gift was a love of nature, growing up in a forest among rangers thought her a deep respect and affection for the natural world. Her family fed her curiosity and desire to understand the world, teaching her all they knew about the ways of the forest and taking her on frequent hikes though the woods. Her second love, and her second gift, was magic. She studied the histories, how they spoke of magic, what they seemed to say about its possibilities, the mystic arts fascinated her and sometimes she worked late into the night testing her own capacities. Shortly after her 14th birthday, Fey's adopted father Tolstoy began to seek out a tutor for his daughter. No sooner had he began looking when a Mystic Samurai, a white lion appeared and offered to begin the young phoenix's formal magic training. Soon a price had been negotiated and the lion -- she would come to know him as Kincade -- became her tutor. Believing experience was the best teacher Kincade taught her feathered apprentice to experiment, to observe, and to play with magic. Her teacher encouraged Fey to go on independent forays, not just to learn but also to use what she learned. This upbringing has given Fey three unusual qualities: a carefree self-reliance that steers her well clear of the power-lust that afflicts so many mages, a love and knowledge of nature and a mastery of magic far beyond the norm for her age. (Her magic rivals that of an Archmage) If she ever turned to evil -- or to any aim or scheme in a determined, persistent way -- Fey would be a formidable foe. She seems incapable of this sort of behavior; however, treating opponents she faces again and again as miss-guided souls that just need to be thought a lesson to get them back on the right path -- never as enemies to be hated, feared, or slain. Fey is a very cheerful, active and emotional creature that usually listens to her heart rather than to her brain, yet she is a very gentle and warm-hearted creature with a talent for helping others find happiness and comfort in the darkest of times. A comforter of the weak and forgiver of the wrong, she desires little more then to understand the beings she encounters and help misguided souls find themselves and peace. Fey finds the concept of wanton destruction revolting, and she is a foe of those who visit destruction upon a whim or for their own pleasure. She spends a great deal of her time seeking to ease the pain caused by these things and quietly and calmly thwarting violence, stopping cruelty, and rebuking pride and arrogance whenever she encounters it. Often she is forced to remind "good" beings that they cheapen themselves when they adopt the fierceness, bad graces, and attitudes of the creatures they struggle against. Despite a great adventuring career and the discovery of her "elemental bothers" (others like herself) Fey knows little and understand less about who and what she really is, unlocking these secrets remains Fey's most important goal and fuels her inquisitiveness. She often looks at the world with the eyes of a child, but don't make the mistake of under estimating her, despite her simple nature and childlike naivety, growing up with a band of rangers has thought Fey how to hold her own in battle and her magic combined with a strict exercise regimen makes her much stronger than she looks. |
