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Name: Minerva Fairchild,
The Lion's FangAge: 16
Personality: Absolutely fierce and defiant for what she believes in. Minerva has a tendencyto be a little too headstrong for her own good. All that aside, she is dead set on being logical and even keel with her emotions. Analytical, rather than impulsive, until one name is brought up, or she even meets the possessor of such a name, she loses all reason and descends into a state of fury that cannot be waned.
History: For centuries, the Fairchild family has had generation after generation sharply attuned to Magic, and Minerva was no different. Yet how she actually came to be was a different story entirely. Rather than the rich bloodlines of nobles and heirs to amassed fortunes, the black sheep of the Fairchild family grew up in poverty.
With a single, but deeply caring mother, she grew up happy and unknowing of the magical world. Such events however, were to sharply take a turn for the worse.
One day, as she was a mere eight years of age, Minerva came home from school to find her mother collapsed in their timy kitchen. She was sick, deathly ill with a disease that was incurable, unless one had the funds for a treatment to cure it. Funds which obviously, the small family of two did not have.
Despite their best efforts to find a way, her mother struggled to fight on another two agonizing years before she finally succumbed to the disease. Leaving Minerva all alone, at the age of ten. While strangers and banks went through her home to collect all that they could to pay off the debt her mother owed, she was left with only a few clothes, a phone, and a cavalry saber which had apparently belonged to her deceased father.
Taped to the sheath was a photo of him, with his name, and a phone number.
Out of desperation, she dialed the number, and a harsh voice answered it. There was a response on the other side in the form of a click. And the moment she began with her father's name, the world changed. There was no response, no words of consolation or grief, there was only silence as with a second click, the line disconnected.
Abruptly, the world went dark
Suddenly before her eyes, she was sitting at a long, polished table where a grim man with faded blonde hair sat glaring furiously from the opposing side. Alongside him was a girl of roughly similar age to her, who seemed suspicious of Minerva, if anything.
At that table, she learned of her father.
She learned of magic, she discovered the countless atrocities that he had committed; and how he had disappeared into the night never to be seen again. How the sword in her possession once had belonged to him, and how now, all of his property, his money, and even his grand estate were now hers. She, who had grown up with barely two cents to rub together, was now wealthier beyond her wildest dreams.
However, such wealth and knowledge came with a severe degree of mistrust. She was the daughter of the abomination, after all.
Yet it all came with a condition: she had to master the magic that coursed through her veins.
Training started the next day, and continued mercilessly for the next three years. She was put under the tutelage of some of the most capable magi of the age, and it was not long that they had discovered something horrific: she had indeed inherited her father's talent; The Ultimate Eye.
A terrifying enhancement magic which drove fear into the hearts of countless thousands, and she had not only inherited it, but she had become incredibly adept in it within just a few months. With her father's sword, and a twin of it she had made once she turned twelve, Minerva renamed the two blades. Caladbolg and Durendal, legendary names from ages past, and she figured it fitting; after all, she was going to make a legend out of herself.
She was going to hunt down her father and kill him.
Yet on her sixteenth birthday, she was enrolled into the Academy. Her uncle, the Patriarch of the family, had decided such. Fornshe was to further develop her talents there, before venturing out into the world to find the bastard that had left her for dead, and remove him of his mortal coil.
Skills: Streetwise, Cooking, Lockpicking, Swordsmanship.
Abilities: The Ultimate Eye: William Fairchild's infamous enhancement magic. Feared in the real of mysticism for the gifts it bestows upon the user. It's trademark, the visual effect that gave it the name it holds is what it makes the user's eyes look like. They are filled with white electricity, so that no longer are pupils or irises visible. With such, the electrical effects arc across the user's cheeks. At its most basic state, it gifts the following boons:
1. Massively increased strength. In consideration to her linear speed in a base sprint, the Ultimate Eye gives Minerva enhancement that delivers to her the speed and strength of three men. Making her difficult to track and keep up with.
2. Dexterity: With such strength also comes the dexterity to keep up with it. The Ultimate Eye bestows inhuman reflexes unto Minerva. So fast is it at the base level, she can avoid some incoming attacks with ease.
3. Perception: The last base property of the Ultimate Eye is increased perception to keep pace with the world that has suddenly found itself unable to keep pace with her. As a result, she can currently react to attacks far more quickly than most.
Inventory: Caladbolg & Durendal: A pair of exquisitely crafted cavalry sabers. Made by the famous Fairchild weaponsmiths, their quality has no rival.