Failaenor

Failaenor
"I'll fill my book with stories from all across the universe!"

Origin
The Ring of Fire, Gift

Destination
Lantessama Isle

Name:	Failaenor
Age:	Young Adult
Sex:	Female
Species:	Terigon / Vulpigon
Height:	2'10"
Color:	Golden Blond
Residence:	The Abstract Destiny
Occupation:	Archivist
Abilities:	Teleportation The ability to teleport anywhere within sight or that can be strongly visualized in the mind. Verbal Speech The ability to communicate in spoken words.
Personality:	Failaenor is fascinated by stories and tales, whether true or fantasy, and is determined to collect all the legends and chronicles that she can in her ever-carried red book. Being bright of personality and quite charismatic, she has a knack for talking even the surliest of characters into sharing with her a tale she has yet to hear, and rarely doesn't have a moment to spare to pass a story on to someone else. Being quite the skilled scribe, she also donates some of her time towards keeping the Destiny's records organized. She might not like computers and holo-systems as much as a physical book, but she can manipulate them without difficulty. Of course, not every story in the world is a pleasant one. Perhaps it's even fair to say that a good half of them are not. Sometimes people become ill, or die, or are subject to even worse fates than that. Failaenor records these stories as fairly as any other, never censoring harsh truths or realities, while still treating the subject matter with as much respect as she can. Somehow, these more unhappy stories of the worlds around her fail to dampen her overall belief that life is good and full of incredible things, of wonderful people, and experiences that must be known to their fullest.
Bond:	Sprohkelegth

A Story in Short
Failaenor knew it for certain: that pale, ghostly dragon following in Omen's wake was one she'd never seen on the ship before. Or even in general! Those sharp wings, the curved horns... what kind of dragon were they? "Omen!" she called, rising from her seat in one of the Destiny's many atriums. He didn't seem to hear her. He probably wasn't used to being called after, she imagined. His powers were very useful to have around, but even the kindest of people could be left more than a little worried about what it might mean if the hawkmoth-dragon came fluttering around them.... Omen was still walking away, the small white dragon sticking close to his side even as he looked around with wide eyes that told Failaenor he was new to the ship. She shut her book in a hurry, magical quill marking her place, the bright red leather of its cover a beacon under her arm as she tucked it there and rose to her hind feet to hurry after the dark and light pair. "Omen! Omen!" Omen finally stopped, milky-pale eyes turning her way as he fluttered to a halt, his soft-scaled wings poorly suited to hovering. The little dragon -- a hatchling? -- all but pounced him as soon as Omen was grounded. Omen barely budged, but Failaenor didn't miss the way he leaned into the contact just so, a subtle welcome of physical connection with the smaller dragon bouncing and rolling around his feet like a hyperactive kitten. And then the little dragon saw her and spoke well before she could. ::Who're you?:: rang a crystal-bright voice as the hatchling rolled to his feet, regarding her with wide golden eyes. ::Are you Omen's friend??:: "I don't have... friends," the hawkmoth-dragon answered softly, his whispered voice matter-of-fact rather than melancholy. Even so, he amended the words a moment later, looking down at the hatchling. "Other friends." Omen's attention returned to her. She gave him a moment, in which she could see a slow frown ghosting over his features. He recognized her but was struggling to place her. She could forgive that, honestly. The Destiny was a large, thronging place, and Omen didn't have cause to learn people as well as she did. "I'm Failaenor, an archivist," she supplied helpfully, opening her book and placing the quill expectantly to a page as she asked, "Who are you?"

Family Tree
Brothers Sisters	Father Bek Brown Vulpigon	Grandfather Unknown	Great-Grandfather Unknown
		Grandfather Unknown	Great-Grandmother Unknown
		Grandmother Unknown	Great-Grandfather Unknown
		Grandmother Unknown	Great-Grandmother Unknown
	Mother Eivoshek Brown Terigon	Grandfather Unknown	Great-Grandfather Unknown
		Grandfather Unknown	Great-Grandmother Unknown
		Grandmother Unknown	Great-Grandfather Unknown
		Grandmother Unknown	Great-Grandmother Unknown

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