Post by Fallon Segale on Sept 27, 2009 9:56:27 GMT -5
Name: Fallon Eloise Segale
Age: 24
Birthday:14th September
Race: Immortal
Species: Shifter
Family:
Aryon Segale – Father, deceased
Charmiane Segale – mother
Appearance:Fallon is not exactly a typical beauty. Far from being tall and elegant, she’s more on the petite, cute side of life. She has a heart shaped face with impish features, though far from making her look younger than her years, make her if anything look wiser than what she is. But at the same time, this could just be the result of seeing her father murdered. Ye, that’s right.
Still, she has the smile that can light up a room, and though far from elegant she has a certain grace to her that she can pass of when she needs to – and one that makes her quite lethal when has to be.
Slim, toned, there is strength hidden beneath this girls dress that most people fail to see, and for those that do – well usually it’s too late.
Celebrity Avatar:
Celebrity Claim:Arielle Kebbel
Personality: Fallon can be as bouncy, perky and happy as the next cheerleader, though you might call this part of her personality a façade, a wall of cheerfulness that people don’t bother to try and see through. After all, why pry into the motives of someone who seems to wear them on her sleeves? No one suspects the ulterior reasons that lie beneath, hidden away deep in her heart, or the pain that burns inside it.
On the outside Fallon is the cheery troublemaker who pulls pranks on the other soldiers when in camp, and works hard when out on exercise. On the inside this girl is a silent killer who gets what she wants, no matter who gets in her way.
Chatty enough, she may seem a lot like the blonde bimbo cheerleader who talks about anything and nothing – but get on her good side and you begin to see her for the gem she really is.
History:
Fallon was born in the mortal realm, her father working to encourage the relationships between immortal and mortals within Italy.
Right from the onset Fallon was very much a daddy’s girl. She idolised the man who, in her eyes, was working to make the world a better place, single handily changing it for the better. Of course she knew about the king, his men, but for seven year old Fallon, Aryon Segale was a hero.
Then her father got promoted, he was away from home more than ever and stopped being the father who would play Frisbee with her, take her to the movies, who would just sit and listen to her talk about the nonsense of a child, and then tell her about his day. She never understood most of what he told her, but his voice was relaxing and soothing, a voice who she could listen to whilst curled up in his lap.
When he got promoted Aryon stopped being this man – he became impatient and cold, he refused to play with his daughter anymore, always too busy to do anything with his family. Yet still, to his family he remained the hero – nothing he could do was wrong. Fallon understood he was busy and watched, instead, from the sidelines. None of his family would know of the his treachery and the actions that would lead to his death.
What treachery is this you ask? Well, Aryon Segale was working against the immortal cause and for the red hand, fuelling the fire that was the ever growing feud between the mortals and immortals with propaganda and slander campaigns. Slowly, he was undoing all the work he had spent his life doing and changing it for the worse, all because he was corrupted by money.
Of course, Fallon didn’t know this.
Therefore, when she was eighteen she still idolised this man, and took his assassination harder than if she had known the truth.
On her eighteenth birthday her family, now having moved up in the mortal world thanks to the money her father was earning, threw the birthday girl a ball to celebrate her coming of age. The dress and the people were beautiful, the food fabulous, the music exquisite and the mood relaxed. Relaxed enough that even her father joined in the celebrations, promising his daughter a dance.
They span across the floor, Fallon getting dizzy and lightheaded from the wine, so they stepped outside, onto the balcony. Se leant against the railings and removed her mask, and for the first time in years father and daughter talked like the once had. The last thing Fallon was expecting however was the crack of gunfire and the spray of lifeblood that stained her dress and covered her face. It took her a moment to realise that where she was unhurt, her father was bleeding from the mouth, a hole in his chest where his heart should be.
She caught him in her arms as he slumped, already dead before they fell to the floor. Too shocked for anything else, her eyes searched out the people responsible, falcon eyesight aiding her in picking out the two men retreating from the church tower. She caught a glimpse of one of their faces, and it is not someone who she will soon forget.
Finally, she screamed.
At her father’s funeral, His widow and daughter where fed the lies that Aryon Segale had been murdered by immortals who wished the war to continue. Fallon vowed justice, and three weeks later she joined the mortal Military, a branch that worked with immortals to and the war. She trained hard, and by the time she was twenty two she had been through and passed the SAS entrance exams – she had undergone torture, field training, high water evacuation and countless other exams that were in place to put men through the worst they could handle – many did not make it through these tests, and Fallon became the first woman to join the ranks. Now she works alongside mortal men, and is just waiting for the day when she can look into the eyes of the men who killed her father, and pierce their hearts with her own bullets.
Anything Else: Fallon is a bird shifter – a falcon in fact, hence where she gets her name, but she also has some skill in magic, which she gets from her mother’s side of the family – though this mostly shows through her use of tarot cards.
Age: 24
Birthday:14th September
Race: Immortal
Species: Shifter
Family:
Aryon Segale – Father, deceased
Charmiane Segale – mother
Appearance:Fallon is not exactly a typical beauty. Far from being tall and elegant, she’s more on the petite, cute side of life. She has a heart shaped face with impish features, though far from making her look younger than her years, make her if anything look wiser than what she is. But at the same time, this could just be the result of seeing her father murdered. Ye, that’s right.
Still, she has the smile that can light up a room, and though far from elegant she has a certain grace to her that she can pass of when she needs to – and one that makes her quite lethal when has to be.
Slim, toned, there is strength hidden beneath this girls dress that most people fail to see, and for those that do – well usually it’s too late.
Celebrity Avatar:
[IMG]http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p299/sereena_2007/arielle9.png[/IMG]Celebrity Claim:Arielle Kebbel
Personality: Fallon can be as bouncy, perky and happy as the next cheerleader, though you might call this part of her personality a façade, a wall of cheerfulness that people don’t bother to try and see through. After all, why pry into the motives of someone who seems to wear them on her sleeves? No one suspects the ulterior reasons that lie beneath, hidden away deep in her heart, or the pain that burns inside it.
On the outside Fallon is the cheery troublemaker who pulls pranks on the other soldiers when in camp, and works hard when out on exercise. On the inside this girl is a silent killer who gets what she wants, no matter who gets in her way.
Chatty enough, she may seem a lot like the blonde bimbo cheerleader who talks about anything and nothing – but get on her good side and you begin to see her for the gem she really is.
History:
Fallon was born in the mortal realm, her father working to encourage the relationships between immortal and mortals within Italy.
Right from the onset Fallon was very much a daddy’s girl. She idolised the man who, in her eyes, was working to make the world a better place, single handily changing it for the better. Of course she knew about the king, his men, but for seven year old Fallon, Aryon Segale was a hero.
Then her father got promoted, he was away from home more than ever and stopped being the father who would play Frisbee with her, take her to the movies, who would just sit and listen to her talk about the nonsense of a child, and then tell her about his day. She never understood most of what he told her, but his voice was relaxing and soothing, a voice who she could listen to whilst curled up in his lap.
When he got promoted Aryon stopped being this man – he became impatient and cold, he refused to play with his daughter anymore, always too busy to do anything with his family. Yet still, to his family he remained the hero – nothing he could do was wrong. Fallon understood he was busy and watched, instead, from the sidelines. None of his family would know of the his treachery and the actions that would lead to his death.
What treachery is this you ask? Well, Aryon Segale was working against the immortal cause and for the red hand, fuelling the fire that was the ever growing feud between the mortals and immortals with propaganda and slander campaigns. Slowly, he was undoing all the work he had spent his life doing and changing it for the worse, all because he was corrupted by money.
Of course, Fallon didn’t know this.
Therefore, when she was eighteen she still idolised this man, and took his assassination harder than if she had known the truth.
On her eighteenth birthday her family, now having moved up in the mortal world thanks to the money her father was earning, threw the birthday girl a ball to celebrate her coming of age. The dress and the people were beautiful, the food fabulous, the music exquisite and the mood relaxed. Relaxed enough that even her father joined in the celebrations, promising his daughter a dance.
They span across the floor, Fallon getting dizzy and lightheaded from the wine, so they stepped outside, onto the balcony. Se leant against the railings and removed her mask, and for the first time in years father and daughter talked like the once had. The last thing Fallon was expecting however was the crack of gunfire and the spray of lifeblood that stained her dress and covered her face. It took her a moment to realise that where she was unhurt, her father was bleeding from the mouth, a hole in his chest where his heart should be.
She caught him in her arms as he slumped, already dead before they fell to the floor. Too shocked for anything else, her eyes searched out the people responsible, falcon eyesight aiding her in picking out the two men retreating from the church tower. She caught a glimpse of one of their faces, and it is not someone who she will soon forget.
Finally, she screamed.
At her father’s funeral, His widow and daughter where fed the lies that Aryon Segale had been murdered by immortals who wished the war to continue. Fallon vowed justice, and three weeks later she joined the mortal Military, a branch that worked with immortals to and the war. She trained hard, and by the time she was twenty two she had been through and passed the SAS entrance exams – she had undergone torture, field training, high water evacuation and countless other exams that were in place to put men through the worst they could handle – many did not make it through these tests, and Fallon became the first woman to join the ranks. Now she works alongside mortal men, and is just waiting for the day when she can look into the eyes of the men who killed her father, and pierce their hearts with her own bullets.
Anything Else: Fallon is a bird shifter – a falcon in fact, hence where she gets her name, but she also has some skill in magic, which she gets from her mother’s side of the family – though this mostly shows through her use of tarot cards.
