it's the fear of the dark
it's growing inside of me
they won, they will come to life
to save my beloved
there is no escape
because my fate is horror and doom
b a s i c s
Name: Fay Linda Davis
Age: 23
Date of Birth: June 19, 1975
City: Hong Kong
Alignment: Angel
Religion: In transit
Languages: English (fluent), Cantonese (functional)
Family: George Davis (father), Linda Edwards (mother, estranged), Maria and Martha (sisters)
p o w e r s
Charmed will o' the wisp companion, which looks like a misshapen ball that glows like a firefly. It can charm the unwary into following her until she makes the will o' the wisp vanish or the person overcomes its pull with their own willpower. It is highly effective at night, but much less so during the day.
When she uses it in dark places, the charm of the will o' the wisp attracts dark spirits. They stay out of the light and are almost impossible to see except as moving shadows in the black. They are clawed and swift, though the simplest attacks will cause them to vanish if the attack hits. They shift in any shadow that they can find, sometimes coming close enough to her that she can feel the wind of their passage. Normally, she will end up gathering three to five of them; sometimes more, sometimes less, mostly dependant on how long she stays in the dark. They wait on the edges of the light to come to kill her, possibly in order to steal the will o' the wisp for their own purposes, but they cannot do so while she is in the light of the will o' the wisp. While they wait, half-charmed by the will o' the wisp's light, they are quite willing to attack the people that upset Fay. If she wishes for someone to go away because that they are upsetting her or she is getting angry at them, they sense it and will try to kill that person even if she did not really want that person to be killed. They never allow themselves to get caught in the light and leave as soon as light banishes the shadows.
h i s t o r y
Most children believe that there are monsters lurking in the shadows beneath their beds. But it is very uncommon that they’re right.
She was very young when she found the little light that followed her everywhere, though she hid it from her family. This was not particularly hard, as her parents had divorced when she was still young and she only had to hide it from her father who was having trouble both working and keeping an eye on three children. Her siblings, twins, tended to keep to themselves rather than bothering with the youngest child.
She learned to sleep in the light, as she did not know how to make the light go away other than stuffing it under her clothes. And it was the only thing that kept the lurking shadows away.
In the day, though, she lived a rather unexceptional life in her Maine home. She mostly kept to herself, partly because she was shy and partly because no human was as amusing and friendly as her little light that danced across her fingers and drew close when she was upset or afraid. Occasionally, it brushed her skin, feeling almost like cool liquid even though it was only light.
She made friends that would come and go; never any really close friends, but it didn’t matter. Fay was an introvert and felt more comfortable alone. Her father was caring but distracted, trying to accomplish the work of two parents by himself. The twins tended not to be concerned with the two years younger sister who was always so quiet.
When she graduated from public school, she took a couple of years off to work to earn money and learn more about what she wanted to do. She was not an exceptional student, so she did not get any scholarships, and her father’s finances were never great, so she wanted to get a bit of money for herself so that she would not have to accumulate such a high student debt.
She had long since learned how to make her little light appear and vanish when she wanted to, so she did not have to worry about hiding it during work and school after she was about seven. But she still kept it out at night, fearing that the dark shadows that still haunted her bedside would come even if she did not have it out.
When she was twenty, she applied to go to university in Los Angeles, partly because she wanted to go someplace warm and partly because she had a cousin who lived in California. It had been a couple of years since she had done much preparation, so she failed the entrance test on her first try but got in the next year. She started with only a vague idea that she wanted to do something in the sciences and eventually decided on a major in Computer Science.
It was in one of her university classes that she met him.
It’s not romance, if that’s what you’re thinking. Although it seemed like it at first.
Clive was another student, a year below her and a few years younger. She had noticed him in her English class, as he had a tendancy to fall asleep in class and wore a rather dopey expression when awake, as if he was half-asleep. And then she noticed him because he kept watching her.
About halfway through her second year, he started approaching her and talking with her. They soon became casual friends and hung out together. This continued past the end of the university year, when she stayed in Los Angeles since she had managed to secure a summer job there.
In early June, he called her an Angel. She thought he was trying to flirt with her.
Then he explained. He said that there was going to be a battle in Los Angeles, one to decide the fate of the world. He said that she was going to fight in it.
He said she was fated to work for the destruction of all humanity. He had seen it, he said, in his dreams. He was a dreamseer, though one that was unattached to the war.
He was mostly right. He just didn’t realize that there were other cities than Los Angeles where the battle would take place.
Fay refused to believe a word of it, even when he told her about her powers without having ever seen her little light. She left, telling him to talk to her again when he wasn’t in such a stupid mood. But he kept on going on after her, popping up at the most unexpected moments to try to tell her more.
She avoided him at every possible occasion. She started showing up late to work, taking the most random paths that she could think of to arrive there in order to avoid him. She was successful sometimes: Clive had a tendancy to fall asleep at strange moments, which impeded his process.
Later that June, she was going back to where she was living at the time rather late after the sun had set. She had her will o’ the wisp out to guide her as she went to the outskirts of the city. While she was walking along, she noticed Clive coming towards her. Without thinking—-the dark things beyond the light had almost become a natural part of her life—-she extinguished her light.
She had always known that they had sharp claws. Her imagination had been quite clear on this. But it’s one thing to know because it made sense to her as a child and quite another to know because she was being attacked by them.
They rushed into the new darkness around her and began to claw and bite at her. She swung at one with the flashlight that she always carried with her to explain away if someone saw her light from the distance (and, when they saw the will o’ the wisp, they always came to investigate; they couldn’t help but follow it). The flashlight went through the shadow as if it wasn’t there and the creature vanished. But the other two continued the assault, raking her arms as she tried to shield herself from their attack.
Suddenly, there was a light, she had a sudden impression of bright eyes and silvery claws, and then they were gone. Clive came over with an electric lanturn, insisting that she bring her will o’ the wisp back. She did. He explained to her that the dark things attracted by her will o’ the wisp would attack her if they could get past the light.
She thanked him and then they fell silent. Clive wordlessly patched up her arms as best as he could and they began to walk to where she was living. Normally, Clive wouldn’t have walked her home, but the charm of the will o’ the wisp pulled him along without him realizing it. Eventually, though, the inevitable topic of her destiny came up again.
She had been attacked by the things that had scared her all her life and she had already been tired. It was too much for her to take on top of that. She told him to shut up, not noticing that more of the dark spirits had begun to come back at the sight of her will o’ wisp. He continued to insist, trying to get her to see or at least listen to him.
She began shouting at him, saying that she was not an Angel, that he had nothing to do with her, and other things that came across her mind in her anger. Clive, although having a slow temper, eventually got snippy with her in return. He said some things that he would never have considered usually, but he had been spending most of the month trying to help her to accept her destiny out of concern for her, that she could prepare for it.
She shoved him out of the circle of light, shouting for him to go away, to never come after her again. She even shouted that she wished he was dead, that he had never met her.
The creatures, although they were mostly after her to kill her and take the will o’ the wisp from her, were also slightly entranced from the will o’ the wisp. And this was an order that they didn’t mind obeying.
Clive had shut of the lanturn when he was walking with Fay, since she had her own light, and had dropped it when she had shoved him. And this time, there were more of them. Already off-balance, he didn’t stand a chance.
His blood splashed on her, his death almost visible outside of the ring of light.
She screamed and ran.
It was after midnight then, so it technically was her birthday. She forgot it for a whole two weeks, her attention on forgetting the whole event.
The next day, the news reported the body of a young man who seemed to have been mauled to death by wild animals. But Fay didn’t watch the news. She convinced herself that it mustn’t have happened, that she couldn’t have killed someone.
Despite her denial, she still made plans to get away from Los Angeles—even if she hadn’t believed that she would be involved in the battle there, it was known as the city of angels and she couldn’t stand the name anymore. She was so upset and scared that she decided to leave the country altogether.
She had a functional amount of Cantonese and, for lack of any particular reason to go anywhere else and that she wanted to go someplace pretty far away, she chose to go to Hong Kong. She made up a variety of explanations to her father, though she wasn’t quite sure why it seemed so natural to pick Hong Kong, and worked on getting in. It wasn’t as hard as she would have expected to immigrate in.
She didn’t realize that it was her destiny at work.
It was tough to make a living in Hong Kong, particularly since she had dropped out of university and couldn’t expect to work in a computer science related field. But she persevered, telling herself that she had left behind all that had happened in Los Angeles; not that she allowed herself to admit or even remember what had happened there.
By the approach of 1999, she had a rather steady job and a (very small) place to sleep at night. She had been unable to get into a university there, but she felt that staying away from Los Angeles was more important than getting a diploma. Her religious beliefs are currently in transit; she felt too uncomfortable going to church when the likelihood of angels being mentioned was high, but she doesn’t want to not believe in something.
p e r s o n a l i t y
She is forgetable. She’s one of those people who is quiet, shy, and makes herself useful. At work, she’s like a pen to her coworkers for the most part-—very useful, but not much personality. She scurries through life with her head down.
She’s cheerful when you can get her to talk to you. But it’s a brittle cheerfulness, one that will fall to pieces if pushed too much. If you mention angels, she’s likely to show the sharp edges of the brittle cheer. If you insist on talking about the end of the world, she’s likely to snap and get hysterical.
She’s emotional, but she’s learned to keep it under wraps most of the time. She’s very fragile and irrational. When she faces something that she can’t deal with, she’ll deny it and repress the memories. Sometimes, she starts to remember and get upset; at those times, her little light comes out without her asking and comforts her in its familiarity.
She’s an introvert. She gets tired by social interaction and could do without it. She doesn’t need people when she has her little light, which she has attributed a human character to. She talks to it, thinks of it as a ‘she’, and calls it “little one”, and it seems to respond, but it acts more like a dog: it wants to please its master and can pick up on her emotions, but it doesn’t really understand. It’s uncertain if it even has a personality—more likely, she unconsiously controls it to move in comforting ways so that it reacts as she would like it to.
She’s probably a little insane. But it hasn’t affected her.
a p p e a r a n c e
She has short dark hair, which is mostly all that people would be able to describe about her physically, as she spends too much time with her down for anyone to notice her eye colour. Her physique matches her unobtrusive personality—she’s small and slight, able to slip through the cracks of a crowd. At her best, she’s “cute”, looking young for her age, but never beautiful.
When she talks to anyone, her gaze tends to slip down and to the right, although she makes sure to smile. She has a large personal space and gets quite fidgety when she has to be stuck with a lot of people, like in public transit. She fidgets when she’s around people anyway, but she does it less then.
She’s not someone people remember. She does that half on purpose.
c o n t a c t
Name: Yo-san
E-mail: yoshimitaaki[at]yahoo.co.uk
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resolutionremix. While Fay is the product of my rather unbalanced mind, her PB, Tomoe Hotaru, is property of the series Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon and her image song, It's The Fear, is property of Within Temptation.
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