Fifteen

Female

Hetero

Student

Blonde

Aster

5”3

Slender and Nimble

Feminine, Boho, and Cottagecore

Athanasia de Alger Obelia from Who Made Me A Princess?

Faylin is a natural beauty, with modesty in how she carries and dresses herself. Her fashion ranges between flowing cardigans, soft sweaters, tights underneath fluttering skirts, and her favorite pair of lace-up hiking boots. Her skin is a lovely and delicate complexion, clear of makeup with the only exception to this being color-tinted lip glosses. Aster eyes, wide and alight, shine between flecks of sky blue and violet that mirror a mirage of floral-like purple nested in her gaze. With silken hair scented of almond-honey shampoo drawn behind her ear in simple braids and ponytails, its natural length is on the longer spectrum and framing her stature. She's slim, but not fragile, with athletic definition in her limbs that she's acquired from her upbringing in the Alps.

Exuding a tranquil and composed aura around her, Faylin is someone who has a clear head on her shoulder and is able to think before reacting. This peacefulness and patience deeply rooted in her temperament is one that often makes her charismatic around animals, of which case he’s grown up around and has ample knowledge about. Observing is something she's good at, paying a close attention to detail and sustaining a clear memory. In all her inclinations towards matters requiring a gentle, patient, and peaceful hand, Faylin lacks an inclination towards immediate reactivity and asserting herself.

Her time spent in frequent introspection, reflection, and immersion in the lush wilds in-between her responsibilities growing up have resulted in her becoming someone who is mature for her age and capable of handling responsibility and stressful situations. She is resolute, hard-working, and not easily thwarted. Her consistency in her own day-by-day life, matched with her independence, only contribute furthermore to her means of being a steady and reliable source for another to rely on. She is kind, and although quite silent by default and being more accustomed to introverted reflections than being a willing life of the party, she’s still a warm-hearted girl with an openness to giving anyone a chance and a desire to be a positive role in the world.

Cooking

Photography

Archery

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Faylin Kincaid was born in a rural, lush countryside near the European Alps. Her birth into the world was one of quiet celebration between a man and a woman, brought together by their common interests with agriculture and dedication to wildlife conservation. Faylin’s mother was who primarily took care of her as she tended to the isolated estate in the mountainside, where sheep grazed the meadows and migrating seabirds occasionally would find nesting near the highest peaks. Faylin’s father was a peaceful, gentle giant who was incredibly unsettled around people and found solitude to be her only source of comfort. Solitude among the grazing livestock, wild roaming animals of the mountain ranges, and rolling lands of endless green, encompassed Faylin's childhood. Her mother helped care for their own land, and once Faylin was an older child, started a wildlife sanctuary as part of a conversation passion project started within a mountainous reserve. Faylin’s time was split between attending school, their own agricultural properties, and the wildlife sanctuary.

Because of this, Faylin grew up deeply bonded with nature. The friends she had weren’t in other people, alone, but also in the domesticated creatures he helped shepherd after school and in various fascinating ones of wild nature, protected by the reserve. Her parents managed a lucrative agricultural business, and had done well without any true hardship Faylin’d ever sensed. Her home was safe, warm, and stable. It was when her father was drafted for a militant emergency that the tranquility of her childhood began to crumble. The draft uprooted her father for 9 months, leaving everything to her mother, relatives who traveled to stay during her absence, and seasonal hired hands. Faylyin exchanged letters with her father, and stepped into her boots in any way she reasonably could as a youth. He picked up her father’s camera and traveled where they’d once did together, snapping photos admiring the scenery and capturing moments of the animals he’d known her father would miss. Using these photos, Faylin pieced together a scrapbook with journal documentations to share with her once reunited.

When her father returned, he wasn’t the same man. He fulfilled his duty and he’d survived without permanent body trauma, but the battle scars grazing his frame and the steel of his eyes were not what matched the image Faylin had of her father before. PTSD from being in-combat was what he was professionally diagnosed with. Her mother tried to help her in any way she could understand how to. His body was home, but his mind was entirely elsewhere, and Faylin was unable to understand the distance and outbursts that became an ordinary part of their home. The comradery that was the glue of her parents’ marriage was dissipating, slowly and painfully, but her mother remained dedicated to the life they’d built together.

Faylin, nearing 15, was growing and had a full life ahead of her, filled with potential that neither her parents felt they would be able to help her develop. Their work was highly demanding of their time, and with serious marriage obstacles arising, they equally agreed that what was best for Faylin was for her to start finding her own foothold, and become more of a polished lady, during her important developmental years before becoming an adult. It was her grandparents’ idea to have her attend a boarding school, near the countryside estate where they lived.

Thus she began her first year at Panacea Academy.

Asha

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