Fallon is a relatively small human, standing at 5'3". Her frame is average, a healthy weight, but not notably thin or muscled. Her skin is light, and cool, and she has freckling over her face, arms and legs, although it might not be particularly noticeable to anyone who is not close.

    Her hair is white, an extreme expression of her mother's blonde.These locks have been cut to upper collarbone length, and hang relatively straight. Her eyes are a middle shade pink, varying greatly in tone in different lighting. Unlike her hair, her brows are far darker. Though not bushy, they do give her face a distinct sharpness to it.

    Fallon wears a medium-grey hood. It gathers around her chest and shoulders and then covers her body as a kind of dress, ending at her upper thigh. Though one side hangs longer, down to her knee. The hood has no sleeves. On the leg with he higher cut off, she wars a series of buckles and straps on her upper thigh,. On both legs she wears knee-high black stockings and black combat boots.Frequently she can be found having wrapped her knuckles in a grey or black toned fabric, and other times she will lace a similar wrapping up to her elbow.

    Her weapon of choice is a scythe. It is longer than she is tall (fuck your realism), The blade itself is a dark metal, and inlaid with bronze and copper decor. This decor forms runic patterns that allow her to enchant it when needed. This weapon has the ability to fold and be stored in a sheath that hangs at the back of her thighs horizontally.

Note: The below traits are generalizations and are subject to change in different circumstances and due to surrounding individuals.

[+] Enthusiastic, Brave, Brave, Spirited, Strong-willed, dedicated, meticulous, (often) just.
[–] Smug, haughty, headstrong, indirect.

    Fallon, unlike her mother, does enjoy the company of other people. Though she may be annoying to many at first, they soon realize her antic are characteristic of her affection. She tends to be lively, at least in personality, even if she is less so physically. She is not afraid of running into trouble, and frequently disregards subtle risks as a result. Though she does consider major risks, anything that is not life or pursuit threatening, she welcomes.

    She has never enjoyed authority, but she will give her obedience to those she believes deserves it. However, once her respect has been lost, is is seldom to return. She gets joy out of pushing people's buttons, and testing their reactions to different situations. I guess she could be described as childish, however there is no denying that she can be mature when times call for it--she tends to decide those times for herself, even when other's might believe that the situation calls for maturity.

Relative Stats: [compared to average human: 5]
    Intellect: 7.5
    Memory: 6
    Strength (physical): 5
    Strength (mental): 7
    Speed: 7
    Stamina: 6
    Charm: 2?
    Magic: 6
    Weaponry: 8
    Fucks Given: 2

She does possess magic, though it is simple and used primarily in wielding her weapon to allow it to be functional.

Human, though she has sympathy to the fae. Maybe she got a few other genes in her. The world may never know.c;

    Fallon was born to Soren Carpetian, a member of the council, as Altaira Carpetian. Fallon had lived with the constant reminders of her mother's borderline oppressive attitude, frequently hardline stance over the people and of the still remaining conflicts that it had caused. Being sympathetic to the causes of the inhumans and criminals, Fallon soon found herself caught up in worlds of hushed words and alleyway meetings with rebel forces. Even she does not know the true reason she risked her life instead of simply enjoying the noble one she had been handed, but she did nonetheless.

    Come the age of 12, Fallon had made up her mind. Finally sick of the hungry eyes of the aristocracy and the forced separation from the adventurous life she craved, she ran away. She left in the night, leaving no letter or trace. When her rooms were discovered empty the next morning, her things tossed about (a product of hasty packing), she was assumed dead. Her mother had made many enemies for herself, and Fallon inherited many of them.

    Fallon began a life of hiding, taking up a new name a new past, and inevitably, a new future. She initially hashed a life for herself, being an accomplished pickpocket. She was able to stay in abandon houses between owners.Without the distraction of noble life, she was able to turn her almost full attention to the problem of her fixation. She aimed to topple the nobles, and install a new kind of government that might better serve all. There were few friends in her endeavor, and certainly fewer still with the power to truly reach said goals.

    Fallon's pursuit brought her into the palm of the gang. Although they might have ore selfish reasons for their actions, the mutual dislike for authority and regime was enough to buy her passage into their ranks. It was here that she trained and grew and molded herself to become what she is today.
She never did forget her previous life, and occasionally finds herself following people from her past, or sneaking an item or two their pocket when she 'accidentally’ bumps them in the marketplace,but otherwise she has been reborn, now Fallon and not Altaira any longer.