Feferi Piexes 38)

T H E C H A R A C T E R

Full Name: Feferi Piexes
Age: 23 Human Years
Birthday: February 29
Gender: Female
Is this an application for a first or second character: First

Family: Trolls
Rank: Head of the Mafia

Strengths:
+ Stronger than she looks
+ Is quite good with words
+ Listens to others ideas
+ Fiercely protective of her friends
+ Can and will take a stand when things are important
+ Cool under pressure.
+ Can breathe underwater and survive crushing deep-sea pressures
Weaknesses:
- Overly Emotional
- Sometimes Indescisive
- Puts her trust too easily in people
- Physically un-intimidating for a Mob Boss
- Unable to read the atmosphere on a personal level
- Not that great with handling a gun
- Physical weakness to sunlight: burns very easily and can't see without heavily tinted sunglasses.

Description: Feferi is a shorter (5'4"), curvier woman with a soft, happy face and a colorful sense of fashion. Her long, super wavy hair is often left loose when she's working around their establishments. Her clothing is, generally, casual and colorful, often ranging with skirts and dresses with her three favorite colors- lime green, aqua, and bubblegum pink. However, when there is business to attend to, she wears her more professional attire. Hair is usually swept up into a bun, and she dons a suit of black with only touches of tyrian. The only constant to her style is one simple necklace around her throat, an item from her past she doesn't like discussing.
Personality: A little bit older and a little bit wiser than one would expect by her childish appearance and quirks, Feferi is a rather interesting woman. She is always kind, caring, and compassionate to a fault, who would prefer to incapacitate rather than kill. At the same time, she will do whatever it takes to make sure her crew comes out of the dust alive and relatively unharmed. Overly critical of herself, if anything goes wrong, she'll be the first to blame her own plan. As such, she likes taking suggestions and commentary from other members of the crew, even if she doesn't completely agree with them. When the stakes are high, she can be calm under pressure, and won't let anything phase her. Honestly, the only thing that could at this point would be if someone in her crew died or if there was a betrayal...

History: Raised by a woman of great political power and their shared Lusus in the city, Feferi wanted to be anything but the cold hearted bitch that was known as her "mother". So once she was of age, she hit the streets, ready to change the world as she knew it. After all, there were only 3 forces in the city- the Law, The Felt, and The Midnight Crew - and all three of them were doing more harm than good.

She gathered like-minded individuals to her cause- friends, allies, and those thirsting for justice or power, and started on the scene by buying a simple plot of land and beginning the rise of The Trollian crew.

Other Important Info: Unbeknownst to Feferi, she, like her ancestor, can extend life and stop death by a mere touch. She cannot bring people back from the dead, though, but can save people from death long enough to get them to a medical center.


Roleplay Sample:
Rain was falling quietly upon the darkened city, the occasional roll of thunder and flash of lightning a welcome break to the boring monotony of the sound of the rain. Sighing slightly, she turned up the light on her old fashioned oil lamp, leaning back in her chair and examining the papers for her organization. Honestly... She was really getting tired of this paperwork.

Tossing the folder back onto her desk, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, her only vice when she was stressed, and lit it with a small flare of the lighter and a puff of smoke. Her mind turned back to the recent events that had put her in this state. Her long time friend, Eridan, having left to God knows where, and all because she had turned away his affections. The cigarette burned idly in her hands as she turned her eyes up to the lazily revolving fan, her mind going elsewhere. He was a fool if he had honestly thought that she would want to put someone at that danger. After all, if it came to be known that she had a moirail, let alone a matesprit, other gangs might gun for them harder than they had before.

And she'd be damned if she'd let that happen.

When he had left, she had been upset. Why wouldn't she be? Part of her family was now gone, cast adrift into the sea of this unfriendly city. She would do almost anything to have him back... But it would be hard to find him herself, and many of the people in her crew had found him to be in... distaste.

With a sigh, she finally put the half-gone cigarette between her lips, inhaling the bitter drug with a slow draw. Oh, what was a woman to do?

O O C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Lizzy Borden Doyle
Timezone: CST
MSN/AIM; etc: Pesterchum: recklessRenegade
You read the rules, right?:
You read the ChatterBox rules, right?: wwell of course i did
Anything else?: I hope she's turned out all right. I've mixed her personality with a bit of Condesce in order for her to survive as a mob boss.

You are accepted! : D I can't wait to see your Feferi in action!

now i want some cotton candy