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Whatever Doesn't Kill You

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• Criminal Activity: Need to offload items from a score? Sell stolen goods? Need distance from evidence? Palmed unique jewelry and want to make it unrecognizable? Can't stop dreaming of making off with a prized painting from a museum?• Fai's primary skills: Fencing/receiving/dealing stolen property, identification and document forgery, and( of course) theft/larceny. She also dabbles in information brokering and recently began exploring the world of counterfeiting.• The Over/Under: She's definitely not above the law, but she's networked into the underworld deep enough Fairuza is a tried and true contact for less-than-legal jobs. Whether you're looking for work, are bored, or want to cause chaos -- someone shady is bound to have directed you to this menacing scoundrel for a lucrative opportunity.• She's a run of the mill lush; your stereotypical alcoholic. Comment on her prized, hand-crafted gold flask, ask about the boozy contents, or have her read the carefully engraved stanza on its side. Rumor is she's actually got some goldsmithing chops -- mainly with such flasks.• If your character has Aethersight: Fai's aether strobes from black to white, and can be described as "unsettled" or "haunted".• Fairuza is a notorious shit talker. She enjoys trading barbs with clever minds and talking trash competitively, or for laughs. Want to volley some burns back and forth? (Send /tell first, please).• Bar Brawls, Blood Sands, and other Fight Clubs Fairuza loves going to fight clubs and watching spars. It's no surprise she enjoys fighting herself... Win or lose. But she sure isn't above throwing a fight for profit. And she's almost always happy to spar/brawl.

Feel free to walk-up if my tag is on!

"...Fate, in health and virtue is against me, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved..."

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the delayed response to her sentencing; fadat, veena from the ornedwesfv clan: exile & death:

"your lesson in failure."

To those who swung their metaphorical axe at my neck,A verdict of guilt was handed to Fadat, 58 at the time, from the Veena Clan for egregious violation of the Green word 7 years ago. Her offenses included but were not limited to: communication and relations with 'outsiders', manipulation of aether, summoning blasphemous, mist-sourced creatures, which was upgraded to execution due to repetitious and unjustified violence. The resulting punishment of exile is completed and satisfied, but my death remains woefully unfulfilled.I have confidence all of you who remain are still motivated by fear from superstition and antiquated tradition. You should have confidence I remain wherever conflict and questionable morality blossoms like a serpent, armless, choking on its own tail. Such hubris reeks of hypocrisy; don’t think it goes under the radar the massive bounty you paid of precious relics to guarantee my demise with an outsider, the very outsider I was banished for cavorting with. Tsk.It's unfortunate to have anything in common with you, but truth be told: he duped us both.While I derive much joy out knowing this bruises your arrogance, I gain more schadenfreude than any person should be allowed with how generously it flows from my ongoing and unhindered survival which, I am happy to say is also quite pleasurable. As far as the jerk who ripped you all off goes? He'll never feel pleasure again, hells, he's never going to feel anything at all. His ability to survive seemed to have been subpar.Sometimes I think back to my youth with all of you. I think, maybe the eventual outcome of my course, could I have stayed, would have been me succumbing to tradition and behaving; perhaps my violent streak would have subsided and I’d be giving you kits instead of giving the warders bloody noses. Maybe my studies and abilities would have been fruitful if you had opened your hearts and minds. If I’m honest, which I will be: that’s doubtful. I was not made for your world; simply put -- no verdant whispers could or would ever get through to me.I must admit, sometimes I truly miss the sounds of birds calling while I, in a somber solitude like none of you shall ever know, gained more knowledge and experience than countless numbers of the generations who came before me combined. I miss feeling the wind as it ricocheted off the cliffs of the Skatay, before weaving an unknowable journey through the wood, and eventually to make the branches of the Golmore to the south tremble and shiver. I smell dirt and stream water, and I miss the home I once knew, Gods, I especially long for the scent of petrichor only found in the small triangulated area our village sat within.

But all of you?
All of you can suck shit.

Sincerely,
Fairuza “Fadat” MarxP.S. Thought I'd send you a little gift. Just a little piece of art from a hobby I picked up. It's a print of my ass. You can kiss it. Fuck you.

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