Name: Illea Fairchild

Age: Looks 26, Real 68 

Weapon Affinity: Tomahawk

Color: Pink

Species: Dhampir

FC: Chloe Bennet

Family: Fredrick, Dominique, Edmund

There are some families predisposed to certain occupations, the skills and dedication necessary to the task ingrained in their very DNA and coded into each individual cell that coursed through their bodies. This made them uniquely qualified to provide that service to the public, obligated even to see that the world was given what they had to offer. For the Fairchild’s protection was their trade, their every fiber and heartbeat given to their charges until dismissal or death take them. This had been the way for the Dhampir family for generations and the life that Illea had been born into.

Born the second child of Lucien and Jacelyn Fairchild, Illea became yet another guardian prodigy. She could walk before she could crawl and was entered into an intensive combat program from the tender age of 5. Only 2 years behind her brother Fredrick they were often trained together though Illea showed a little more prowess and grace than her elder brother. Even at such a young age Illea exhibited a strange sort of focus and intensity that only became more pronounced as she grew.

The Canadian Dhampir clan was fairly tight knit, every person within the community contributing as a greater body. Since their parents were always away on assignments, it was left to the masters within the clan to train the Fairchild children, making sure that they were versed in several different types of combat and skilled with all manner of weaponry. Lucien and Jacelyn did return on occasion to check on the progress of their children, to have more children, and to switch assignments as needed.

Due to the absence of their parents Illea grew quite close with Fredrick and Dominique, the three of them raised under the heavy expectations of the Fairchild legacy. Illea was the steady hand, quiet and observant as most middle children were. She was often the mediator between her other and younger sibling which made her angry on more than one occasion but that was her role and she played it well. Her only break from that job was when she was with Edmund, her youngest brother.

At 11 years old Illea was enchanted with her youngest brother, despite his sickly beginning she adored helping to look after him. With Edmund things were simple, as baby’s had simple wants and needs though her affection for him continued as they grew. Her father was adamant that Edmund not be taught to fight as his weakened condition made him a poor candidate for their line of work. The prospect saddened her, as she alone saw the strength within her little brother and saw the struggle he was undergoing to prove himself.

Illea always had time for him and kept a close eye out. She suspected as she grew that she was the only one aware of his nighttime escapades in the dojo, working tirelessly to train himself to become the best he could be. While she longed to help him she had come of age, her 18th birthday around the corner which meant her weapons ceremony was near as was her first assignment. Anxiously she had awaited her ceremony having watched her brother undergo his she knew what was expected.

That morning she was accompanied by her family to the Dojo, joined by her masters and elders within the community they sat and watched as she fought through the day using various weapons. It was nearing dusk, sweat rolled off her in sheets sticking her clothes to her body as she worked with perhaps the 100th weapon that day. Anxiety and worry made her muscles tight, wondering why on Earth she hadn’t found her weapon yet. The pool to choose from had dwindled as she made her way across the table, her fear that she might not get a weapon affinity setting in the pit of her stomach.

Downtrodden and tired Illea walked to the table and on impulse picked up a Tomahawk with the full intention of hurling it across the room in frustration when the weapon starting glowing in her hand. Elaborate runes appeared across the weapon etched into the wood in pale pink script. A triumphant grin spread across her face as she handled the weapon, the handle becoming like an extension of her arm. She spent another hour just getting acquainted with her new weapon, throwing it across the room at a target and attacking a target with it in hand. It felt right and natural, as if a final part of herself had finally clicked home and now she was complete.

Just days after her Ceremony Illea was given her first charge, a family of three who didn’t particularly think they needed a protector but the wife’s father was wealthy and felt it was necessary. She spent several years with the family, found off lots of threats with relative ease standing by her oath to never let anything happen to them. They were in Romania when she received the news that Fredrick had lost his charge, leaving home to join a band after the incident. Disappointment followed the announcement though she didn’t let it color her judgement or alter her duties at all.

A few years later she was on a new assignment, guarding a newly turned male vampire when she was told about Dominique’s accident. While it was sad that she had lost her charge it made Illea proud to hear the kind of odds she had come up against. Unfortunately she was once again disappointed as her sister followed in Fredrick’s footsteps and left home, completely disappearing off the grid. Illea withdrew on herself, focusing completely on her job. By then she had successfully completed 6 protection details and hadn’t lost a single client.

She did take one break from her job, flying home for Edmund’s Ceremony and watching with great excitement when his weapon became the bow. She knew he’d once again dedicate himself to the task of learning and no doubt become the best marksman the family had ever seen. Wishing him well she flew to Venezuela for her next assignment, a 1,540 year old male who had a thing for ancient ruins. 2 years later she was facing another report of family tragedy though this one far more detrimental than any she had received before, her parents had been killed leaving her and her sibling orphans.

Edmund was shattered, Fredrick had stopped returning her calls, and Dominique was greiving. Illea was torn between looking after her family and upholding the Fairchild legacy, continuing with the work that her parents had given their lives for. In the end it was Edmund who swayed her, desperately needing her guidance and wanting a place that was away from their childhood home. So the last Fairchild left the protection business, flying home to pack their lives up. Dominique had followed Fredrick to a place called Evermore, a city that was filled with supernatural beings. Her siblings had found a coven of Dhampir’s, a community that they could be apart of.

Illea and Edmund drove down south, crossing out of Canada and into the United States all the way to Colorado. Valeria Aldridge welcomed the displaced family into his faction, showing them the ropes and giving them all a place to live. Illea felt strange and restless at her new situation, wondering what on Earth she was going to do with her life. The answer came when she was out getting coffee, a young woman was being harassed by an ex-boyfriend and on impulse Illea stepped in threatening the man until he backed down and left. Turned out the woman was being stalked and needed someone to look after her until the man could be brought up on charges and put away.

Taking that as a sign of fate, Illea began her own private protection firm. She took on all sorts of clients for all kinds of reasons, not caring about money as being a guardian was in her very DNA. Her job gave her purpose again and the fact that her siblings were reunited again made her happy. It seemed she had finally found a home in Evermore City

~Personality~

Positive Traits: Charming, Intelligent, Sensitive

Negative Traits: Blunt, Hedonistic, Overthinks frequently