Feray Sadik

**Feray Sadik** (フェレーセーディク, *Feree Seediku*), often called Fey by those around her, is the daughter of a former slave born in the country of Vroldafn. Raised primarily by her father as her mother died during childbirth, Feray seeks to help bridge the gap between humans and the Calco during this uneasy time where those once enslaved are slowly being accepted into the population as citizens. Using her Raven Magic, she is a member of Vrodalfn's espionage and reconnaissance unit, hoping to make herself useful to her country however she can.

## Appearance

Feray is a young woman of average height standing at about five foot six inches tall with fair skin, not considered necessarily attractive by popular standards she appears as a bit of tomboy in appearance. Short, just below ear length messy, curly black hair that isn't well-kept. Her eyes are her most attractive feature, a pretty and eye-catching violet, a rare eye color for someone of her heritage. A trait she isn't too fond of, personally. Her clothing style speaks true to her tomboyish appearance, refusing to wear skirts, she can often be seen wearing an off-white tunic with red-colored pants. A black belt with several pouches attached to it as well as a small dagger in a leather sheath. Black boots often adorn her feet, her most feminine article of clothing being the black knee-high socks she wears. A black cloak can more often than not be seen on her shoulders, seeming to be rather protective of the unassuming fabric. She has fashioned nearly every part of her appearance to be as easily forgettable as humanly possible.

## Personality

Feray is a diligent and hardworking woman, often referring to herself as someone "willing to do whatever it takes" an idea she takes to heart. There is no lie too heinous, no flesh too innocent for her blade, no boundary she won't cross to achieve whatever it is that she has set out to do. A perfectionist in her work, Feray tries her hardest to achieve her goals in the most logical and efficient ways possible. Seeming almost autonomous to those who know her within the espionage and reconnaissance unit, often used a reference to others on what it means to be the perfect spy. This is something that Feray takes pride in, furthering her goal to have humans recognized and accepted into Vroldafn's society by being not only as useful as she can but by being the best period.

Trained day in and day out to lie, manipulate, sneak, and assassinate, Feray knows the rules and codes of her duty more than she even knows herself. Trained to withstand torture and suppress her feelings as easily as breathing it genuinely isn't hard to believe that some don't even think of her as human anymore. With little to no regard for her own life, Feray places the completion of her tasks above everything and anything. She places no value in her own life, lacking the fear that keeps others safe and as such she does not hesitate once she's thought things through. As long as her goal is accomplished staying alive might as well be an optional objective.

Despite technically being a free woman after spending the majority of her life enslaved, Feray does not believe herself to be free. Nor does she believe that anyone is free, instead holding to the ideology that everyone is a slave to something whether they believe it or not. Be it to their own vices, their hobbies, their insecurities, or their ideas, in her mind everyone is doomed to the fate of slavery at some point in their lives.

Paranoid to a fault, Feray is more cautious than most would believe a person could be. Besides keeping her dagger on her at all times, Feray refused to eat or drink anything that she has not watched been prepared, have prepared herself, or wasn't prepackaged. Convinced that anything else will be poisoned. A trait that comes from a traumatic event in her youth and as a result she rarely eats anything beyond nutrient paste, road rations, and hardtack. She has no faith in people, truly believing in her heart that everyone is just like herself, believing them all to be liars and manipulators. That everyone around her is just waiting for her mask to slip, for her to lower her guard, waiting to stab a dagger into her back.

Spending the majority of her time lying, manipulating, and wearing a mask Feray has completely forgotten which one of her masks used to be her true face. She does not remember who she was before she became the person she is now. Was she happy? Did she love or enjoy things? She's put on so many faces and persona's that the idea that there is a true self somewhere inside of her is something she can hardly face. As such, during her rare moments of free time and when she is alone her default state is one of pure apathy. Unsure of anything she does is something she truly enjoys or if it is something she just convinced herself she enjoyed somewhere between the lies and masks she's put on. "Do I enjoy reading or did I lie to someone about that?" or "Did I even like dark chocolate or did I only tell someone I did once?" Are the types of things she finds herself asking more times than anyone should be comfortable with. Feeling as though she lost her sense of self somewhere along the way.

## History

Feray was born in the village of Svorach within the Eritan domain of Vroldafn on a large farmstead owned by a lesser noble in the area and home to over fifty salves. The daughter of two of these slaves, her parents were born and captured in different places many years before she was born. Her nationality being that of Skaedi and Aðalbjörg respectively. However, She would never see these places until long after she was born. Her mother died during childbirth, a death that was mourned by both her masters and the slaves themselves. Having been favored by the mistress of the household, Feray would become a housemaid from the moment she was old enough to work. The mistress hoping she would follow in the footsteps of her late mother and one day become the head maid of the household.

Feray would spend the majority of her young life in servitude, washing clothes, cooking food, cleaning the house from top to bottom. However, her life as a slave did not make her wholly and fully submissive, she had a mischievous streak which involved stealing things such as scraps of food and 'borrowing' some of the books from the house. While having never gotten caught, the master of the house did suspect her quite a bit. Thankfully for her, Vroldafn was a matriarchy and thus the favor she had with the lady of the household saw to it that Feray was never investigated for the 'unaccounted' for food or the 'misplaced' books. Despite never knowing anything beyond the gate of the farmstead, she knew from the stories of her father that this was not the sort of life a person was meant to live. She dreamed of the world beyond the barbed wired fence that surrounded the farm but she knew that Vroldafn would not be kind to her if she were to somehow escape.

At the age of nine, the village in which she lived was attacked by Raiders from Skaedi. As they pillaged, burned, and killed, many hid and ran in terror but Feray instead saw it as an opportunity. Without really thinking it through, She ran, out of the Farmstead, toward the outskirts of the village. She wanted to see the world beyond what she knew, so much so that she would brave the face of possible death to see it. After all, when would another chance like this arrive? However, the face of death was exactly what she would face. Not even making it out of the village before she found herself surrounded by raiders with cruel and evil intent. The grave would not be her fate though, as a man whom she did not know and had never seen before faced down the raiders and saved her. It would not be until being returned to her father she would learn the stranger's name, Hotoke Perzsike, her knight in shining armor. She believed more than anything at the time that he would be the one to save her and her father from their life of enslavement. But after having dinner with them and saying their goodbyes, he left.

Feray was left quite heartbroken by this, sure that if anyone would have freed them from this place it would be the man who saved her life. She held out hope that one day he would return, that he would liberate them eventually. But as the days and then eventually years went on, the burning hope in her heart became a small ember, and then finally nothing but a burning coal. Not long after her fourteenth birthday, however, she would be freed. Not by the knight she'd hoped would come for her but rather by the Vroldafn government. Slavery had been outlawed within the country and they were scheduled to be free on November twenty-first.

Everyone cheered, even their masters seemed delighted to hear the news. Many 'former slaves' were offered a place to work on the farm, many now spoke outwardly about their dreams of the future, and just as many were at a loss for what they would do. Despite that, the worries, the plans, all of it, everyone cheered when the masters saw fit to throw them all a big feast in celebration of their soon to be freedom. The feast was large, sporting more food than any of them had ever seen before. And when the master toasted to their freedom, nearly all of them dropped dead. Had Feray not noticed and smacked the cup from her father's hand they too would have been listed among the murdered. She looked upon the horror of the lady of the home's face, and the look of glee on her husband's and she knew exactly who was to blame for this.

Neither Feray or her father were spared injury from the great betrayal, her father having sipped from the cup and saw his throat gravely injured, her own hands burned by the acidic poison that had been in the cup. While her hands would eventually heal, her father would never speak again. He would spend the rest of his life attached to machinery to keep him alive and breathing despite the doctor's recommendation to let him die. While the released slaves were indeed given options and assistance in adjusting to their freedom, even the money and help she was given weren't enough to cover the cost of her father's medical expenses, of which were rather highly inflated likely due to the Calco's discrimination against humans. As such, Feray would turn to a life of crime. Her options were limited, after all, so few people would accept a human in their workplace and even fewer such jobs could give her the money she needed to keep her father alive.

She did many things, petty theft, robbery, but her most well paying job was with that of a Calco info broker. Her unique magic being rather useful for obtaining information worth quite a lot of money to the right people. As such, Feray made a living, hard as it was. There were more times than not she would go hungry, the paranoia from the poisoning incident saw her refusing to eat from soup kitchens and the majority of her money went to the medical bills that constantly loomed over her like a noose tightening around the neck of the only family she had left. There were times when she thought of giving up, letting her father die and leaving Vroldafn to follow her own dreams of seeing the world. But she could never do that, and so the endless cycle of doing whatever she needed to do continued unbroken.

Things would change upon taking a job bigger than she was used to, no longer was she listening in on drug dealers or keeping an eye on a small time crime lord. No, her newest job asked her to steal information from the Vroldafn intelligence agency itself. Had the pay not been as good as it was she would have refused such an insane job but alas, with an empty stomach and past due bills beginning to pile up she wasn't in her right mind. Using the same unique magic she had used in all of her other jobs, Feray was able to sneak her way into the Intelligence building with ease. Her nigh-unrivaled skill saw her in and out in less than an hour, nearly letting out a sigh of relief when the building was but a blur far behind her.

When she arrived back at the info broker's hideout to collect her reward for the job, he was nowhere to be found. Opening up the file, she saw that it was blank. She'd been had, but not by who she thought she'd had. A headache and a thud against the floor was all she felt before waking up in a room she did not recognize. It was true, she'd been set up, but as a test. Vroldafn's Reconnaissance and Espionage unit had set up the job to scout out those with the potential to aid them in their goals. She was offered a job, one which she could not refuse for more reasons than one. But even if she could have, their offer to pay for her father's treatment for as long as she served them saw to it that the deal was sealed.

For a year and a half, she was trained day in and day out to become the perfect spy. She was taught the ends and outs of so many different things. From how to dance and flirt, to how to suppress her emotions, endure torture, hide her very presence from the world around her. She did whatever she had to do and she was damn good at it. Becoming Fluent in the most common languages in Ashvattha, learning how the body of most humanoids worked inside and out. She was taught to kill without so much as a moment of hesitation. It was a year and a half of hell and she was far from the same person when she came out of it all. The Feray that she was before was dead and the person who took her place was a well-oiled machine with unquestionable loyalty to Vroldafn and their goals.

For several more years, she would complete mission after mission for her unit. Becoming the pride of the Reconnaissance and Espionage unit. Lied, steal, cheat, manipulate, all of it second nature to her now, not that it was far off from before. But now she did it without any care of worry as to why she was doing it or who would be hurt by it. Her only goal became to show her worth to Vroldafn, to show that humans could be useful to them.

## Equipment

**Cloak of Vanish**: A cloak worn by all members of Vroldafn's espionage and reconnaissance unit, the cloak of vanish allows the user to become invisible upon activating the magical properties of the cloak. Becoming completely untraceable by magic sensitive mages, it is best used for sneaking and helping to remain unseen.

**Small Poisoned Dagger**: A small dagger kept in a sheath on her belt. About nine inches in length, the blade is coated in a potent poison capable of stopping the heart of a target within a few minutes of being cut by the blade. While carrying an antidote on her body, Feray is actually immune to the poison coating her dagger. Only keeping it on her in case of an accident or emergency.

**Camera**: Not standard equipment for a member of Vroldafn's espionage and reconnaissance unit, carrying it is a matter of Feray's own choice. Not used in spying or collecting information, Feray uses it to take pictures of places she's visited to show her father upon the rare occasions she can return home to Vroldafn.

## Physical & Magical Abilities

### Magical Abilities

#### Spells

**Raven Magic** (慈鳥 魔法, *Jichou Mahou*) is a form of specialist magic believed to be a unique form of transformation magic. While not looking like much on the surface, the user's ability to transform parts of their body into that of a Raven or even multiple ravens is something very interesting. As most transformation magics only allow for a mage to transform themselves into a single subject or transform a select few things into exactly that amount of something. Raven Magic allows the user to basically tear off parts of their own bodies with no repercussions for such an action. Choosing any body part such as an eye, or a finger to transform into a bird or an entire arm to turn into multiple birds capable of acting distinctly from one another but still follow commands from the mage who cast the spell. A mage can ever turn their entire body into a Conspiracy of Ravens that can fly off in multiple different directions. It does not require magic or concentration to continue this transformation, magic only being used when shifting from one form to another.

When controlling or in the form of a conspiracy of Ravens, Feray is capable of hearing and seeing anything the Ravens encounter. The magic being specifically good for espionage and tracking others. While Feray may seem utterly invincible in this form, damaging a Raven will indeed have that damage backfire onto her. Killing a Raven will see that the damage she receives is double what she would have received were she hit with that same attack head-on. Meaning there are risks as well as advantages to using her magic in battle.