#cinder fox

NAME : Vivya Fallon Adhe

AGE : 30

PRONOUNS : She/Her

LOYALTY : Rogue

FC :  Tanaya Beatty

ROLE & MARK : Cinder Fox

✗ SNAPSHOT ┅

Cradled in luxury by a family whose pockets could claim her into noble birth, she grew up spoiled but capable. There existed a shadow of her brother before her, but it bothered her not. It was when he was gone, a void was left behind. With nothing better to occupy her mind, she dove into the conquest of victories and gathered each with pleasure and pain. Her confidence soured, marred by hopeless agony as the mark appeared. With the touch of her fingertips she can generate fire that can catch onto anything. Though touch is her limiter, control is also the mental handicap that forces her to wear gloves to discipline her own mastery.

✗ BIOGRAPHY┅

You are a beast of opulence, prowling your self-declared territory like a jeweled creature flinging its luscious tail of symbolic decadence and taste. Born into a respected family,  free from the burdens of the first born. You let yourself be spoiled. But no one would know of the twisted feeling that hid behind your delicate features. That well masked emotion that stirs your lips into a triumphant smile as you look down into the pain and humiliation in the faces of others. Those whose failures place them below your stiletto heels could not possibly understand how you relish victory more violently now than the child version of you ever did. Pride was built into you early. Your family taught you to wear  their noble-blooded credence, a pungent armor that makes itself known and forces recognition on those around them. You shined and you shine beautifully still, but it's the sheen of an expensive fox fur coat wrapped over the sadistic grin of a haughty woman. You seek to burn more brightly than any, a flaming matchstick upon first igniting. Unlike the slow burn of a candle, you want to remain in that magically timeless hot red fire, never really reaching an earlier nor longer end. 

But you were not always at the summit. The same blood that rushed through your veins flowed calmly through his. You were a mere petulant doll of a child wearing your temperament like a golden diadem for all to see, while he had grown into manhood with the effortless and tasteful elegance of the favorite child. You were both the youngest of the brood and yet he stood with the eldest. Perhaps had he not been a paragon of nobility your father would not have seen the beast in you by contrast. Perhaps had he remained in existence he could have still held your mother’s approving hand and turned her tender gaze towards him. Only then would she not have turned her icy glare upon you. With him gone, your parents had suffered the loss but so had you. It was your greatest defeat. The perfect brother that would melt away the piled snow with each radiant step so that your lithe and determined steps could easily follow and seek to match his pace. Without him you had nothing left but the summit he once inhabited. You would take it and guard it like a feral predator defending its cub. Your parents could keep their limited podium on which one of your siblings could pretend to be as great. The world had other victories to offer. 

And so your silks flutter in the wind as you walk through royal gatherings feeling no fear. Neither royalty nor prophecies matter to you as you stub out a cigarette on the sleek steel of a machine. The feared sentinel watching you prowl for the strong willed as you seek to turn them meek. You used to love the cold indifferent machines as if they’d replaced the Greek marble statues of chiseled nude men. A different kind of audience to your usual schemes. Until one day your skin burned red and upon its perfect smoothness there lay a shape. A symbol. A mark. And your world changed. You used to wear gloves to keep away the dirt and cheapness of others off your skin, but now the gloves have become a necessity and source of fear. Now the gloves serve to keep away your touch off other people’s skin.

✗ SOCIAL NETWORK┅

Arctic Wolf: In the bouncing lights and booming bass of the club you danced your way to the bar. He unexpectedly caught your attention with his gentlemanly manner that promised mischief in a way none of the rich egomaniacs around you had ever achieved. You took his offered drink, he pulled you towards the dance floor, and under the neon lights of a speed wedding chapel you both said yes. With a hellish hangover and a bitter taste of defeat, you woke to find the nobody next to you was just a city pleb. You adamantly seek a divorce, but the fool refuses to give it. Seeing his game in play, you became unafraid of fighting with your own talons. You swore that the next defeat would be his. And just like that you dance the tango of one challenge after another, one loss, one victory, and so on endlessly. Your satisfaction rests only in your undeniable triumph. He'd pay. 

Blood Bat: A friend of your father’s could not have inspired a fatherly warmth even if they had tried. Your father was hardly a parental figure. Rather, he saw his children - your brother in particular - as the next big investment. Just like him, there was no comfort in Blood Bat's eyes, merely greed. You were safe for awhile, until your brother was gone from the picture. Your father and your godfather were two and the same. After years of disinterest, upon your growing ability to multiply money his eyes of greed began to show. Blood Bat saw your lack of restraint and moved his parasitic target from your father and onto you. You let him take aim towards you and let the competition begin. And when his face twists with pain yours will distort with joy.

Spider Strings: She was freed from such a young age. Thrown into the Gutters to meet her end yet she lived. More than that, she walked out of it with such mastery and control over her ability with such a quiet fortitude. It makes you want to throw her off a cliff. A pang of admiration flares your jealousy into a scream that makes you want to rip the delicate gloves off your fingertips. But you will not be defeated and refuse to let her see your shame. So you fluff the collar of your recently purchased dress and fiddle with the jewels on your ears because fuck quiet confidence when you can flaunt yours in her face.