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y greatest flaw?

I am a sovereign. I do not have any flaws. I have idiosyncrasies, eccentricities or certain tendencies. But these could hardly be termed ‘faults’. They are what make me unique and ingratiate me to all who come into my sphere. I have been accused of such singular arrogance that I am myself sometimes blind to it. I cannot really fathom that particular sentiment. Is there some law of nature that requires me to be mindful of how my sense of self-worth might possibly intimidate another? Why is this my problem? Of course I can be humble. I just don’t see the need to be overly apologetic for being unique.

If this truly were some sort of “flaw”, then of course, I don’t think that I would have any such compulsion toward changing it. Which of course, I could at any time if I chose to. However, I see no reason to change something in myself that is part and parcel of what it is to be a sovereign.

If we are talking about physical flaws, I like my physical appearance well enough. I haven’t had too many complaints, and I am comfortable in my own skin. If given a choice, however, I probably would like to be aging a little better. I mean, once a Fae woman hits over the age of 500, she tends to start showing little lines around her eyes. Still, that is easily enough fixed, so that really cannot really be considered a flaw either.

OOC: Topic borrowed from . No, I am not a member, and don’t know if I particularly am wanting to be. However, the muse wanted to take a crack at the topic. And yes, the mun is very well aware of Fanny’s flaws (plural); even if she is oblivious to them! *g*

This is the beginning back in in the late 15th Century when Hsu Danmei and Fanny Met.

Very interesting, but I have no idea what I am doing!

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ruth be told, I don’t really care for guns.

Oh, to be sure, I’ve had my fair share of firearms. I had a double barrelled flintlock that I won in a fair wager in Tortuga that I still have to this day. But nowadays, they have semi-automatic weapons that fire rounds so quickly that it takes all the art out of anything that might have been when I was far younger. Now what passes for skill is a complete lack of finesse. Laser sights and computer aided night vision has removed all of what would have been considered ‘sport’.

I much prefer the art and dignity of the blade. Perhaps it was because I was raised with various types of weapons in my hands, most of them a blade of one kind or another or a staff or pike, or a combination of thereof. Then there are the other arts that go with all of these things. A warrior must also be a good diplomat, they must be a good listener and a careful observer. He or she must be in touch not only with the arts of war, but also of intuition, of peace and of intellect and judiciousness. Just because you have a weapon that can render your enemy to nothingness in a single blow does not necessarily mean you should use it. Sometimes it is a greater punishment to let them live, to draw out the torture of the blade or even a slow poison, which for me is another favoured weapon of choice.

And when one has a knife or sword that is envenomed, it can more than insure the demise of one’s enemies. You don’t even have to cut very deeply, just a scratch can sometimes be enough.

OOC: My thanks to Alexandre Dumas for the inspiration.

The dance at Schieffelin Hall was a glittering affair. Never in my life, outside of London or even Glasgow had I seen so much evening finery. The entire town seemed to be illuminated in a riot of light and colour. It was a fair change from the dusty heat of daily desert life.

As Wyatt and I stepped into the room, a number of eyes went to us.

From Midnight People on Pan Historia.

hen you deal with the occult, you open yourself up to dealing with every crackpot and crazy person out there. Whether they want to dabble to try and cast a spell over a recalcitrant lover or try and wheedle the winning lottery numbers out there or they want that does of “magical power” that can give them an edge. More money, more beauty, more wealth and fame. All of these things attract interest in the realm of the mysterious, the occult; magic itself. That had not been the draw for me. It was more the human element of wanting to find out why others craved power so much, and to see what they would or could do for it or with it that held the most fascination.
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Queen Aisling, the wife of Nuada was dead. Killed by Prince Itet, the eldest and perhaps the least deserving of all of the children of the Queen of Air and Darkness.

The war loomed closer than any of us ever wanted to believe….

I never had a doll, even as a child. *ponder*

Dear Santa… Dear Santa, This year I’ve been busy! Last Tuesday I helped allfor_one hide a body (-173 points). In August I gave civ_barbarian a kidney (1000 points). Last Saturday I donated bone marrow to captainbarbossa in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In January I bought porn for lick_of_flame (10 points). Last Friday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Overall, I’ve been nice (1463 points). For Christmas I deserve a new dolly! Sincerely, fannyfae

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