Name: Feothan Aliases: Feo/The Winged Fury Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Age: 32 Height: 5'6'' (when standing upright) 1'8'' (bird shift) Build: Average/Slender Skin Tone: Pale/Fair Hair: Natural red Eyes: Pale blue/Grey
Identifying Marks: Freckles /Old battle scars
Appearance: From a distance, Feothan would seem like a normal looking Elezen maiden until, upon closer inspection, you would notice her winged arms (if she has shifted her arms into wings) a second set of ears and her thin bird legs. When shifting into her smaller bird form, she would almost resemble a pixie or fairy. Feothan mainly wears tribal attire but has always been fascinated by the outfits that hyur's wear.
Personality: Feothan is very kind and gentle, but she is also feral and fierce. She will do anything to protect herself and others by any means. She is very curious and loves to find/keep anything shiny, but this can show more of her spoiled side if she can't get what she wants. Feothan loves to sing to the forest and the creatures who live within it.
Backstory: Feothan was born apart of a very large scream of violent and mischievous harpies. Although she had never felt like one of her kin, she took no pleasure in killing needlessly nor in the luring of hyur's to their deaths. Instead, she pitied them. As time went on, the rest of her scream began to take notice of her behavior and saw her as the weak link in the chain. They would not stand for it any longer. One day, without warning, as Feothan was hunting in the forest, the sky suddenly started fading to black and loud screeching could be heard. Feothan turns to face the sky, her eyes widened with great fear as she saw her kin coming for her with weapon's readied and aimed. Without a second thought, she quickly puts away her bow and shifts her arms back into wings. She flies below the canopy lines of the forest, dodging the arrows that rain upon her at every angle until she is struck. An arrow pierces her left wing, and it sends her into a spiral as she falls into the seaside cliffs below the forest, the scream circles above until they are convinced she perished to the fall. But fate was on Feothan's side that day, for as she fell into the jagged rocks she was lucky enough to be caught by a few extending roots from the forest above. Wounded and out of breath, Feothan waited until she could no longer hear her kin in the skies before starting the climb down to the shoreline, but with each painful movement she began to fade in and out of consciousness. Finally reaching the bottom of the cliffs, she quickly looks for another forest for rest and recovery. Holding her wounded arm, she makes her way from the beach and into the safety of this new and unknown area. After a bit of restless searching, Feothan finds a nearby forest and tucks herself inside a hollowed tree where she collapses from the pain and exhaustion. Now her tale truly begins as she starts her life anew alone and wounded but alive and willing to believe in fate and what it may bring her.
Top portrait by @thebrumeknight-ffxiv ❤
I'll be posting about her abilities and her other forms next but I hope you enjoy what I've written so far!