Feyre Nynaeve Zephyr
A Closer Look
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“Darkness, [she] thought. The terrible darkness sweeping up behind to devour her. If she looked back she was lost.”
— George R.R. Martin
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DETAILS
Appealing attributes ⪧ Feyre’s soft beauty contrasts with the quiet fierceness in her eyes. She carries herself with confidence and warmth, drawing people in with her unwavering loyalty and untamed spirit.
First impression ⪧ The first impression Feyre gives is that of a young woman who is impossible to overlook despite her petite frame. Her bright pine-green eyes, always alive with mischief, reflect both warmth and quiet determination. Paired with a blunt honesty and dry wit that can catch others off guard, she often leaves people torn between exasperation and admiration, never quite knowing what she will say or do next.
Defenses ⪧ She uses sarcasm and wit to deflect discomfort, often masking fear or insecurity with playful teasing or stubborn defiance.
Phobias ⪧ She fears losing control of her powers and harming those she loves, and she quietly fears being unworthy of her crown and people.
Voice ⪧ Her voice is soft and low, with a melodic lilt when she is amused, but sharpens like a blade when she is angry or issuing a command.
Quirks⪧ Twists a strand of her pale hair around her fingers when thinking, bites her lower lip when nervous, and often hums softly while working in the stables.
Hobbies ⪧ Horseback riding, stargazing on the palace rooftops, sneaking into the kitchens to steal pastries, and practicing with her shadows at dawn.
Talents ⪧ She has an innate ability for disappearing, quietly, without a trace as nothing more than a shadow on the wind before appearing suddenly again when you least expect it.
Scent ⪧ She smells of lilacs and snow-kissed wind, tinged with a faint trace of something that cannot quite be placed – like the gleam of the first stars of nightfall.
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FAVOURITE
|COLOUR| ⋄ Her favourite colour is the deep, rich green of Terrasen’s rain-soaked forests—vibrant and alive, flecked with hints of gold where sunlight breaks through the canopy, much like the glow in her eyes when hope flickers within.
|HIDING SPOT| ⋄ When she wants to slip away from lessons, she's either to be found in the stables or the secret ledge outside her window, where the vast night sky stretches out like an unspoken promise. There, beneath the endless tapestry of stars, she allows herself to dream, to breathe, and to remember that beyond the palace’s weight lays a world filled with possibilities.
|ANIMAL| ⋄ Horses. She has always been drawn to their quiet strength and restless spirit.
|BOOK| ⋄ Her favourite book is "The Songs of the Stars" by Elowyn Serafin, a collection of myths she used to read with her cousin Elodie.
|SEASON| ⋄ Spring is a breath of renewal for Feyre—a time when the world stirs awake, blossoms unfurl, and every sunrise feels like a new chance to grow beyond the past.
|FLOWER| ⋄ The night-blooming moon lily, pale and stubborn, thriving under starlight.
|DISH| ⋄ Honeyed oat cakes with wild berries, a festival treat from her mother.
|COUNTRY| ⋄ Terrasen, the land she would give anything to protect.
|SCENT| ⋄ She has grown fond of the scent of spice and evergreen, woven together like the quiet and steady strength she senses in Mal. To her, it smells like home and lingers long after he’s gone.
|WEATHER CONDITION| ⋄ Crisp, cold nights with clear skies, perfect for riding beneath the stars.
|DRINK| ⋄ Warm spiced tea with honey, comforting after training or council duties.
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PALETTE ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎ ▪ ◼︎
“My dreams have been filled with shadows and wings—
the booming of wings soaring between mountain passes.”
― Sarah J. Maas
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|TIME OF DAY| ⋄ She prefers dawn, when the sky blurs from indigo to pale gold, and the world feels quiet and full of promise.
|KEEPSAKE| ⋄ A silver ring that once belonged to her grandmother, worn on a chain against her collarbone, a reminder of the blood that runs through her veins and the strength she carries.
|SOUND| ⋄ She finds comfort in the soft rustle of wind through leaves and the distant hoofbeats of horses.
|GEMSTONE| ⋄ Sapphire suits her best, deep blue like the skies she yearns for, with hidden depths that catch the light when turned just so. It reminds her of clear twilight skies before the stars bloom, of calm strength beneath restless waters.
|MONTH| ⋄ X.
|WORD OF PHRASE| ⋄ "Never lost, always found". A promise she repeats to herself when fear presses close.
|ELEMENT| ⋄ Wind has always called to Feyre; the way it dances untamed across open fields and mountain ridges, carrying whispers of freedom and storms alike. Wild and restless as it tugs at her braid when she rides, cool against her skin, reminding her that she is alive and free, despite the weight of a crown on her head.
|EYE COLOUR| ⋄ A rich burnt ebony, dark and intense, like the shadows just before night falls. She loves how they seem to watch over her with a fierce protectiveness, as if nothing escapes their steady gaze, and how, in rare moments when they soften, they reveal the man beneath the warrior.
|LANGUAGE| ⋄ She is fluent in the Common Tongue and Old Fae, and is learning X in secret from Mal to better understand her people’s allies.
|TEXTURE| ⋄ She loves the softness of worn leather, and X
|MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE| ⋄ The Pegasus—bound to wind and sky, untamed yet fiercely loyal to its rider—reflects the freedom she craves beneath the weight of her crown.
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“There are different kinds of darkness,” [he] said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
― Sarah J. Maas
