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heyo, i’m revamping this as an indie faye rp blog. anyone from ferp is free to unfollow
I'm glad I finally see a blog that sees Faye as an actual character, instead of just bashing her and calling her a crazy bitch in love. I really do like her, her design is so cute and tidy, and while most say she doesn't have much personality outside of loving Alm, I like to think of stuff for her.
thank you anon ! i’m really glad that you enjoy my ideas behind faye ! i’ve always really enjoyed her as a character, and i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about her character and personality so it makes me happy that you can enjoy such as well!
What type of clothes does your character like to wear?
faye + clothes.
the fresh prince and the pauper —; alm & faye
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( Starter for @gratuitii ) —
Pulling away from prying eyes that were glued to the unveiled true heir of Rigel, the grand feast sapping energy from his body. His right shoulder’s stiff and sore for reasons unknown. Rigelian food was an odd delicacy from what little bites he had — anxiety of all the Rigelians’ perplexed eyes on him as he tried to have a taste of his meal had sucked out his appetite. Sure, Alm had been complimented on what a well-mannered commonborn ( or believed ) he was at the table, but he has seen how the nobility eats. How the backwater noble Lukas’ differs from Clair’s, the primitiveness and particularity could not be matched. The regality and not the boorish manners they expect from him.
It did not help they were also at a loss like he was. Although his close companions tried to persuade him to relax, it couldn’t vanquish the ringing in his ears, his soulless stare ( and their soulless stares ) at every one of their faces—all of them the same. Disjointed, hesitance, awed disbelief, lost—a mirror reflection of his own’s one face. Except with an addition of stage fright on Alm’s end.
The dead silence. The thick air weighed heavily on Alm’s shoulders, and he wanted to excuse himself from the mess hall as soon as possible. It was a stark difference to the usual rowdiness back in Zofia, people danced and played music beats within ten minutes of a supper gathering there and hardly quietened down after someone suggests card games or poker later on in the evening.
Once free, he considers approaching his friends all the way across the hall yet they felt distant once he laid his searching eyes upon them—are they avoiding him or is it just his imagination?
Slipping into a room with a parted door after shuffling past many rooms with closed doors—felt it invasive to peek what areas lie beyond. A soft glow of flickering flames from a fireplace lights up what looks like a common room, the sky outside pitch dark of late winter through high small-framed windows. Not even moonlight or the shine of snowfall is visible.
He spots a small figure tucked away at the far end, and it takes him a few moments to realize who it was judging from their back and the faint glow to their hair.
“Faye? How come you’re in here?”
Surrounded by a beautiful main hall, lights and candles flickering in the festivity and food surrounded them– contrasting greatly from their cold nights in camp, scraping by for food with Rigel’s barren climate, now presented a feast. Perhaps the situation made her realize how overbearing the situation felt on her, an emotional strain from her quiet life in the village, slipping away from the rest of her comrades the moment their attention was drawn elsewhere, wanting to go somewhere much quieter.
Footsteps softly echoed in the grand hallways, how Rigel’s royal castle was gorgeous, an infrastructure truly built for royalty, with endless doors leading to rooms unknown– pondering on the thought of how one could memorize which door let to where, an endless maze compared to the Ram Village in it’s entirety. Peaking her head through room after room, she came across what would seem like a common room of sorts, something that felt much more comfortable, a sigh of relief washing over her composure as she relaxed a little.
Heat from the fireplace soothed her, closing her eyes for a moment, imagining the sound from it like the oven at home, crackling as sparks fly from the flames– feeling as if she had uncovered a memory that had been long forgotten, realizing how long it had been since she had left the village on this journey. Finding a comfortable spot, fatigue letting her mind drift only to be snapped back to reality as she heard a familiar voice–
“A-Alm?”
Surprise filled her voice, turning around to see her childhood friend, crush and newly founded prince. If anything, Alm was the last person she had expected to have come, with all the commotion centered around him– she had expected him to be back with everyone else, cheeks flushing from surprise and embarrassment.
“ U-Um… the atmosphere was a little too much for me… so… I came here to relax…”
Words trailing off, unsure if her reasoning was even good enough, should she apologize? After all… it was supposed to be a celebration– stumbling on her words as she quickly tried to compose herself again, after all, damping the mood would be no good.
“ But what brings you here Alm? I thought you’d be with everyone else in the hall…”
Faye! Someone on twitter suggested her when I asked for characters to draw, and her design is just too adorable~ I’m planning on drawing more Echoes fanart and I can’t wait for the game!
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Clammy hands hardened from the chill of the cold Rigelian winter, with a climate contrasting her small town at the southern tip of Zofia made her all the more grateful for the blessings the Mother Mila had blessed them with, made her much more conscious to the fact that the gods were dying. She wouldn’t be able to pray to the mother, with her faith crumbling and slipping between her fingers-- she struggled to give her life more meaning... and even that had started to crumble.
And yet here she stood, in front of a man who had forfeited any love for their cause, bruised and beaten as she did the only job she had come to know how to-- of course she would do anything in her power to help, to save a life when it came to such, staying away from the front lines in order to help the ones wounded, letting go of the very person she swore to support through and through.
The sound of the silver haired knight coming to his senses, a small smile curled on her lips-- ultimately finding some small happiness in helping others, saving lives instead of taking, being a backbone to an army so that they may fight without worry of dread and despair falling on them. Her voice was calm, asking softly--
“How are you feeling? Can you sit up?”
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wow i love nina pls marry me already
wow je t’aime beaucoup mimi
nina/mimi canon otp
h-hewwo? awm??