Fallon Bloodmare

Fallon Than Bloodmare

20

Female

Model

Mage

Ryan Newman

5'6"

Hourglass

A dazzling shade of blue, the color of rain. Depending on the light however, they can appear blue-green or even gray.

Jet black

Long hair, wavy

Fallon has a tattoo of Aerallis Tithiros on her right shoulder blade.

Olive

The adopted Bloodmare child is a striking girl, both in appearance and personality. The 5'6'' ivory skinned mage has a face that seems as though it was molded rather than born. With soft features and an elegant figure, it's no wonder why she's taken the modeling world by storm since her early teens. Fallon sports long black hair and bright, oceanic eyes that alter between blue, green, and gray. It should be noted that while she's actually 20, she appears to be in her mid twenties.

HOW THE OUTSIDE WORLD VIEWS HER
Fallon has no boundaries or filter. When her emotional needs aren't met, she excessively retreats into the caves of her mind. She has style, flair and excellent taste and likes to express those tastes in her outward appearance. She is clever, analytical and a quick thinker and is capable of being both compassionate and icy – at the same time. She is lost and needy and seeks love in any recognizable form, usually reacting to it by being cold and ignoring it. Or manipulating it.

Despite this, Fallon actually would like to give to others and is highly motivated to give friendship, affection and love. This is due, in part, because she wants those same things given to her. She can be generous and loves to share thoughts and ideas while also being sympathetic towards other people that have returned the favor. She opens herself up for abuse, however, when she tries to overprotect people which is why she clamors back into her shell when she feels hurt or attacked.

She does not comprehend the meaning of personal space, and like her mother, talks mostly with her hands. To those she does know will always say she's different from other children, though they do not know why. She gives off a certain vibe that while not outright intimidating nor disturbing, may be enough to make the average joe think twice before trying to speak to her. Once they do, she zero's in on them, watching them like a hawk - though her attention is almost always entirely focused on the other person's eyes.

For the most part she is a sweet, feminine, and sometimes shy girl when around senpai (when she finds them).

THE TRUTH
But, this masks her dark and sanguinary side—a ruthless, cold and calculating psychopath who has little, if any, problem in using others for her ends. She will resort to cruel and usually violent methods, most of the time coming out of nowhere, that generally end in bloody deaths.

Fallon was a high CU trait child that has fundamentally grown into a fully developed psychopath. However, due to her upbringing - including positive people in her life (her adopted siblings, Akasha and in some cases Luvia) and some treatment (psychotherapy, psychopharmacotherapy) by her adopted parents - she is a highly functioning psychopath that is capable of love and forming social bonds, is not a narcissist, can learn from experience, and is capable of some emotional shading... Though she herself may not understand these shadings.

She does not feel feel or remorse or shame (in most instances, though she is capable of feeling ashamed depending on the circumstance). She also exhibits poor self-control, pathological lying, manipulative behavior, superficial charm, high intelligence, aggression and some self-destructive tendencies. Fallon is sensation-seeking, lonely and is highly motivated by rewards.

Like her mother, Fallon also talks with her hands.

Fallon only has two motivations: One, to learn more about her bio-mom and two, to actually feel something other than emptiness.

Fallon doesn't really care enough to have any prejudices.

Modeling, singing, art

Singing, drawing, murder, video games

Fallon has never given her sexuality much thought and hasn't expressed interested in anyone before outside of the influence of love potions. Until the most recent love potion pointed her towards her familiar, Bri.

She is both asexual and demisexual, has never been in any kind of romantic relationship and is still a virgin. She doesn't really even know how to flirt.

Atheist

Independant

Model by day, serial killer by night

Blue and black

Her special set of carving knives and the magical box that opens into a magical library that she keeps her trophies in.

Knives

Model

October 1st, 2000

Ma'luum, Germany

She was homeschooled all the way til high school, and opted not to attend college.

Trigger Warning: mentions of being conceived via rape, murder of prisoners, psychosis, mentions of the Cult of Bane. Fallon is not a good person and has been raised by terrible people. Although she is a victim herself in a way, she is not blameless and should be held accountable for her actions.

Silent. Always silent. Waiting, watching, still as can be.

It never bothered me like it did the others; the halls that smelled of blood, urine, and sick. But I'm not like the others; I was born there, raised there. And every day I waited in the shadows, watching for the flock to return to the barracks for the night after a long day of work. There would also be so many sullen faces. You could tell who was a long time resident and who wasn't; those that were looked like death; skinny, malnourished things that refused to keep themselves strong by feasting, yet held on with everything they had. If I blow on them, they might fall over. Newer residents were still healthy. Either they would learn how to feast or they would be skeletons too.

I never went after the skeletons. Only the new ones, those who were unreine. They were bigger, had more energy. More skin...

Finally, they came and I watched from my perch, looking for a healthy fresh face that I liked. There near the back - a big one was coming. Probably an escaped convict before this place. Shame that his freedom was so short lived, but at least here he had the opportunity to be promoted to a Kapo under mommy. Or at least he would have, were it not for me. Magic flared to life, crawling along the wall until they found him. Inky fingers of shadow coiled 'round his ankles, making him drop to his feet. The second he fit the floor and the wind was out of him, I dropped down on his back. Fortunately it wasn't a high enough drop to break his spine. Cartwheeling from his body and grabbing two knives from my pockets from my side. One fluid motion. The blades pierced him, impaling him to the floor by his hands.

He flailed and screamed, body shaking from shock. They always do. With a third knife, I cut away his clothes and look over the man. Lots of muscle. Lots of meat. He'll make a good meal, I think. Other prisoners, hungry and stinking of wet dog, stop and watch me. They're eager. They know what comes next. I like it when they watch. I like it when my prey locks eye contact with me, too. It makes feel like dancing and singing while I work. I should be the last thing they see when their consciousness fades. Not just once; that wouldn't be any fun at all. But multiple times, until I'm done. But I haven't even started yet. "How do you feel about monsters, sir?" I ask him, curious. "What do you know about beasts, little girl?" Ooh, a jab at my age. Not many can retain their humor while in pain. I smile at him. "I know that you're about to be one." I tell him, "Don't black out fast. It's no fun if you do." And my work began, sliding my knife under his skin to make a perfect, shallow husk to slide right off, exposing bloody tissue and muscle to the world.

Not many can handle seeing what they really look like on the inside. But I think they're beautiful... My favorite part just happens to be their eyes. Like jewels, shining and changing, a window into their soul. So I take one of their eyes. In their memory, I carve out my favorite part - the iris, which I preserve and place inside of a box. Mom says that's the best way to remember them. At first it was difficult. I messed up a bunch. The first ones ended up all smushed up and disgusting. Like all things, it takes time and practice - both of which I had in abundance. When I'm finished with them, I preserve them with magic and fashion earrings. Lots of people have always complimented them, saying that they look so convincing and wonder where I get them. To the rest of the world, that's my little secret.

My name is Fallon Bloodmare. I'm a mage that was born in Germany, in the halls of a camp hidden from the eyes of the world. I was raised by Akasha and Luvia Bloodmare, with my sisters Ishlotte and Vilette. All of us were adopted by the Bloodmares, saved by them. But out of the three, I was the only one that was born in Ma'luum. Aka-mama says that a witch named Aerallis Tithiros is my birth mother, and that my father - an Officer of Wolfsbane - raped her. My real mother was unsound of mind to raise me at the time, so the Bloodmares did it for her - which is just as well to me. Akasha wanted a child of her own and I needed a mom.

That's not to say that I didn't know my real mother at all. Aka-mama never hide that truth from me. I was about three years old when I saw her the first time, but she didn't understand. It was unfortunate that never really got the chance to meet and know her. But she escaped somehow. I seemed to be the only one that was happy about that. Out there, she could get better and be herself again. Out there, I would have the chance I'd always wanted.

In the mean time, I was the youngest of the Kapo. Mommy and mama let me play with the prisoners as much as I wanted. Encouraged it. So I played and played until I found something that I liked. Mama says that most kids like me start out with animals. I skipped that step. Besides, I love werebeasts. They're my favorite. Whenever I'm done, I let them have the scraps. All I want is the thrill and an eye in my box. Whenever my box is full, I empty it to start over, to make new memories.

It was clear early on to my mothers that I wasn't like other children, let alone my sisters. I remember spending days in mama-Luvia's lab because I was "broken", overhearing Aka-mama ask if anything could be done to "fix" me. Momma tried to explain what was wrong with me, tried to explain what made me different from other people, but I didn't understand. I heard Luvia admit that she couldn't fix me, said that I would never be a normal person or live a normal life. She'd diagnosed me as a callous child. Unlike mommy, she and grandma Lillian seemed elated with the diagnosis. Told me that I was special, not broken, and that in order to appear normal, I would have to pretend. As I grew older, I begun to understand what that meant. I saw other children become happy, sad, angry, but I never felt those things. I only felt empty.

Mommy desperately wanted to help me. She wanted a normal child more than anything in the world. She tried everything to make me happy, and nothing she tried worked. Until she started taking Luvia and Lillian's advice. Lillian and Luvia had done extensive research on callous children and psychopaths, and knew exactly how to approach and treat me. Once Ma'luum was no more and we were forced out into the real world, I was placed in a public school at first.

At school, the other children mistreated me. They bullied me because I was strange to them. It was... Inconvenient, and I realized that if I wanted to be treated properly, I would have to act like the other children. I would have to pretend, just as grandma had said. So I started pretending to be normal, and the bullying stopped. I learned that everything was easier if I forced myself to act like a normal person. Eventually, I started to pretend every hour of every day. I pretended to make friends. I pretended to have hobbies. I pretended to care when tragedy struck. I pretended to be happy, but it was all fake. The only thing I actually felt was emptiness.

As I became older, I started to resent my condition. I wanted to experience life like other people. I wanted to feel joy. I wanted to feel sorrow, anger... Anything. I tried doing anything that might cause me to feel something. Guilt, shame, regret... I wanted to feel something. Anything. But nothing worked. No matter what I did, no matter how extreme, I couldn't feel anything.

I was supposed to meet my birth mother for the first time in Bear River, Montana. Before that could happen, Bear River was gone. Aka-mama and the other Knights had to step in. The survivors fled before the city was leveled - not many, but enough. We followed them to Kiri, Florida. And just when I thought that I'd be able to meet her, Aerallis was called from the cares of the world after her friends Kaelene and Sark. I saw their death announcements on the news.

Aka-mama was home at the time of Aerallis's murder, though according to her and mommy, my aunt Ilosti blames her for Aera's death. We followed her to Snow Haven, Alaska, where Aka-mama built another hotel as a base of operations. Things were fine until Luvia came to join us...
Luckily, I've been busying myself with my familiars and Ilosti.

But I'm unsure if I want to say 'hi' to my aunt.

Aerallis Tithiros is her birth mother, with her father being a mage Ma'luum Officer that took advantage of her. She was taken away from Aera at birth by Luvia Bloodmare, who hid the baby and told her mother than the infant was dead. The baby was instead raised by Akasha and Luvia Bloodmare as one of their own. Fallon was named by her adopted sister, Ishlotte - who knew what Aerallis had wanted to name the baby. When Fallon turned 8yrs old, Akasha told her the truth about her birth, and assured her that neither Aerallis nor her sister, Ilosti, were capable of raising a "special child" like Fallon any time soon. But the chance to have a relationship with her real mother had been robbed from her time and time again, until it was too late.

It is the only true regret that she has, and thus, she is determined to learn more about her mom from those that knew her - and discover more about the Tithiros family that she so desperately wants to belong to.

Luvia Bloodmare

Fallon doesn't own any pets. Animals do not usually like her.

Biological mother - Aerallis Tithiros
Biological 'father' - Akasha Bloodmare
Adopted mother - Luvia Bloodmare
Adopted siblings - Vilette and Ishlotte/Sadako Bloodmare
Sister in law - Akari Bloodmare (married to Vilette)

Fallon DOES know that Akasha is her other biological parent, and that she tricked her mother. Originally she was told that it was rape.

Fallon is a born Mage.

She was raised with extensive knowledge of the supernatural underground, the various species and how they tick, and of the Shadow Knights. She knows that Akasha, Luvia and Thora are SKs and that after Akasha is done training Reinare, she's the next in line.

Fallon's magic is extremely intense/potent. She seems to share the ancient mastery of magic. She is a jack of all trades, but is more seasoned with the elemental and black branches. She has only recently started to dabble in potions and hexes.

Despite her feminine appearance, Fallon is capable of impressive feats of physical strength - likely a trait she got from her mother, Aerallis.

Her senpai is Briony Nakashima.

Fallon has three familiars: a Selkie named Briony Nakashima, a werewolf named Axel and a weretiger named Cibella Harvenhight.