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Greetings paige_penrose, welcome to Fae's page. Here you'll find everything you could ever want - and not want - to know about her. Please keep hands and feet in the ride at all times and enjoy your stay.....

Will you walk into my parlor?
said the spider to the fly;
Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.
Oh no, no! said the little fly,
to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
can never come down again.





inside her mind.
This part of our tour will consist of a ghoulish chorus and ghostly giggles.....

Name: Faelieah Nickname: Fae Age:: Eternally eight
Petpet: Ghost Tasu
Theme songs: Kyomu no Nakadeno Yuugi by Malice Mizer; Devilish Kidnapper by The Candy Spooky Theater; Queen of Decadence by Schwarz Stein

Personality: Fae is much like any other eight-year-old. She loves to play with her dolls, pick flowers, pretend to be a princess and have tea parties. On rainy days, Fae can be found sitting in front of her bedroom window, staring at the gray sky and humming softly to herself. During the long winter nights, she often stays up late, protected under her tent of blankets with a flashlight and faerie-tale book in hand. Although Fae lacks living friends, she often has in-depth conversations with the common ghost about life, love and philosophy. Her favorite tea party guests are her fellow Zombie, Transparent, Ghost and Mutant Neopians. Overall, Fae is a very shy, introverted individual with the thought process of a literary genius.

Absolutely refusing to wear pants or regular shirts, Fae only clothes herself in Rococo style dresses that are dark and sometimes blood-splattered. Her shoes are almost always extremely tall Maryjanes with laces up the legs, paired with stockings, bloomers and a high-neck button-up blouse.



history of the beauty.
Faelieah's story is that of tragedy, loss, and scientific failures. Born in the Neovian era when inventions were made and literature valued, Fae lived in a huge mansion near a lake with her mother and father. The house was three stories high, with bay windows in every room, a huge library, a greenhouse and more space to run around than any child could ever want. Her parents seemed to be the perfect high-class pair; her father was a scientist and her mother, a writer. The three of them attended formal parties and events, not a hair out of place in their lives.
However, as any family is, there were secrets within the household. From the day Fae was born, her mother began to fall ill. The first few years of her sickness, Fae's mother managed to make it through her day-to-day life; but by Fae's fifth birthday, her mother was bed-ridden and withering away. She could no longer attend the high-class parties, and gossip began to spread through the town regarding the whereabouts of Fae's mother.
During her mother's illness, Fae was not permitted to visit her for fear of the mysterious sickness spreading. Fae often played in her room, pretending that her mother was with her laughing and dancing, like a normal family would. However, no amount of imagination could change the reality at hand, and Faelieah knew this.
On Fae's seventh birthday, her father began abandoning all his projects and formal meetings, and instead started to work on a cure for his wife. Time was running out, and somewhere along the line, Fae's father had the idea that he could use his daughter to recreate DNA close enough to her mother's to make her better.
On the day of Fae's eight birthday, her crazed father took her to his laboratory and stuck her in a tiny metal capsule with no windows. Her father pushed buttons, turned knobs, pulled levers - and suddenly, the entire room lit up and an eery neon green. Fae's father grinned with joy, as he believed that his invention for a cure was working. However, when the light faded, and he opened the door, he found nothing but bones and organs lying on the ground. Screaming, he ran to his wife only to find that she had passed. Struck with loss and despair, Faelieah's father died, believing that he had caused the death of his daughter and wife. Little did he know that Fae was still alive, or somewhat; her skin was clear and her body never aged. Eight year old Fae had been struck by a primitive version of a pet ray and had turned Transparent.
From then on, Fae stayed in the mansion, believing that her mother was still alive and her father had gone off to find a cure.




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