Passion

• Magic: Wind 💨
• Weapon: Japanese War Fan
• Explanation: Passion's weapon is a large folded fan plated with rose gold, smaller daggers line the inner blades. The fan ultimately is useless on its own; her magic being its only conductor. Gusts of wind can be used to execute the daggers in the direction she wishes to aim. Once all daggers are used the fan is only functional for defense. When in defensive mode, her fan can provide a body length shield.

Passion can come off rather crass seeing as she grew up in such a rich lifestyle; her parents being notorious in the wine industry. She gained any and all popularity exclusively through gold earned by her parent's business. Having everything handed to her since day one has flourished her into quite the bigot. Often looking down upon other individuals deeming them as commoners and refusing anything that isn't considered the highest quality. It's also a possibility her personality is a result of her parent's emotional neglect as they focused further on their industry more than their daughter's youth. 

Passion's youth consisted primarily of dress up and tea time; hosted by yours truly. It is recognized that most fae typically have adoring parents that watch over their children with bright loving eyes, however that was not in the stars for Passion. A bit disheartened in her earlier years over her parent's continual absence, she primarily relied on the servants of her home to be her audience and means of friendship, if what you could call what Passion provided as "friendship". 

Seeing as her parents made bank through their high class wine, she didn't feel the need to ever truly venture outside of her manor grounds. Spending most of her time exclusively with staff holding no urge to socialize with common fae. Surrounding herself with lush materials and lavish goods easily quenched her thirst needing nothing more.

In her down time she undertook the art of fan dancing, something her mother aspired to master up until meeting her father, thus changing her path. This was something the younger fae used to feel closer to her mother, despite such brutish personality she gave Passion in return due to her busy schedule. Oftentimes performing her lessons in the quaint garden just within the walls of her homestead, nearest to the tranquil shrine built by her grandfather many years ago. This was one of the only places Passion visited when feeling at her lowest. 

As she grew older her parents began to view her more and more as an inconvenience, still holding a basis of affection, but wished to see her do more with her future. Spending time alone for long term within the walls of their estate living on their hard earned gold into her now adult years made them uneasy. Wishing for her to pursue under the same business direction as they, but she found it far too stale for her taste.

This only furthered their displeasure in their daughter's current life standing. This was the last straw for them, she was never going to grow as an individual without some kind of wake up call and Passion's constant disrespect throughout the years had become stale. Her parents came to a consensus that she needed to pack her bags and leave immediately. They didn't care where she went, she just needed to learn how to cater to herself for once. This sudden news left Passion shell shocked and distressed, she had not a single idea as to how she was going to fend for herself. That's when she remembered the news she had received from one of her servants of The Guild accepting new members. Though they seemed like worthless words at the time, she now realized that this would be the perfect opportunity for her. Though a little reluctant, Passion knew that it'd be the only way she could keep herself afloat and better yet, it'd be a great way for her to prove her parents wrong and show that she could do perfectly fine without them. With new found hope for the future in her tiny Grinch sized heart, she decided to enlist for The Guild

Roleplay Sample:

                         Passion sat above her rose gold encrusted throne that was located in the corner of her room. The throne itself was a luxury item that Passion could never personally afford by herself, but why would she ever need to worry about that as long as she had daddy's gold in her pouch? As she had her nail technician tend to her hands, index to pinkie as per usual, during this, she was interrupted by one of the many servants she forced her parents to instate for her long ago at a young age. He seemed to be carrying something in hand with a worried expression, as if he could feel something terrible was nearing... Passion's time was not one to be wasted so she was stern and wanted him to get to the point. "What is the reason for you to have come stink up my room with your stench during my precious nail time?" The servant scurried to open the letter, he knew things would turn sour if he were to find himself on the fae's bad side. As he read, Passion's face quickly transitioned from one that read as uninterested to nothing but rage. The servant informed her that her parents were supposedly "not putting up with her ungrateful and spoiled attitude any longer, and that she must leave immediately." What did they mean by that?? Passion quickly snatched her hand away from her nail attendant as she prepared to depart and meet her parents in person to discuss the issue. Looking down to give her nails a quick once over, "ugh mediocre at best." She quickly stormed forward, plucking the piece of paper from the man's hands on her way out, slamming the door behind her.
                            With the click clack of her heels against the tiled floor of the estate, Passion rapidly rushed off towards her parents room that resided in the middle of their abode. She had one of the servants let her in as she resided with a loud shriek, "MOTHER! FATHER! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Her parents were having others tend to their needs as per usual when their attention turned towards the shrill voice that was impounding their eardrums. With a grimace, her mother and father addressed her question straight forward, leaving nothing to be left up to the imagination. They informed her that they were no longer going to let her live and flourish off of their hard earned riches, she needed to leave and do some growing up. Passion could not believe the disgusting muck of words that were leaving her parents mouths. It felt as if the floor was crumbling beneath her and her lungs were closing. She gave her parents a look of pure hatred and ran out of the room, closing the door so hard that she almost broke her newly completed manicure.
                                          Passion made her way towards the shrine in her garden that had brought upon many comforts throughout all of her tough times in the past, her mind was going a million miles a minute with all of these thoughts. What was she gonna do? Where was she gonna go? How was she gonna be able to afford her luxurious Faery Wine for gods sake!? They left her with such little choice in a microscopic time frame. There wasn't more she could do, could she run? The thought immediately abandoned her mind, there's no way she would survive on her own. Clutching the sheet of paper firmly in hand, now crinkled with distress a memory from the recent past flooded her mind. The Guild. She had been recently informed that it was accepting new members. This Guild would be the only choice she has at this rate. It would be the perfect opportunity for her in her current situation. Perhaps she could swindle some coin on the way... and maybe even prove to her parents that she can live just fine without them.

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