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Player Info

Name: Starrah
Age: 30
Contact: chromologue
Characters Already in Teleios: Angela Montenegro
Reserve: Yes

Character Basics:

Character Name: Cinderella/Cindy
Journal: fuckyouboots
Age: Somewhere over 500 years old, but a lady never tells her true age.
Fandom: Fables
Canon Point: Cinderella: From Fable Town With Love
Debt:

Class A: Murder, espionage
Class B: Assault, burglary, kidnapping, fraud
Class C: Attempted murder, carrying a concealed weapon, escaping custody, fleeing the scene of a crime, property damage, reckless driving, trespassing, impersonation, lying about everything under the sun, manipulation, prejudice against other species, using underhanded means in a fight,

Making deals with witches

GRAND TOTAL: 434 years

Canon Character Section:

History:

Almost every child knows the story of Cinderella: poor motherless child gets new stepmother. Stepmother is stereotypically evil and brings in her equally evil daughters and proceeds to make life hell for Cinderella.

Suddenly, the fairy godmother (that seems to be in almost every children's tale) shows up and turns random everyday household objects into a horse-driven coach to whisk Cinderella off to the local royalty-run ball where she, in her rush to beat her midnight curfew, leaves a glass slipper behind. Cue prince running around town to find owner of the slipper, only to discover it belongs to the housekeeping Cinderella and voila, a few pages later, they get married and live happily ever after. Right?

Wrong.

You see, while Cinderella thought she had it good, she was oh so wrong. Prince Charming seems to be suffering from Wandering Penis Syndrome where he sleeps with any and everything that wears a skirt and is willing to buy his bullshit. And that truly is the least of Cindy's problems. The Homelands, the world where the Fables live out their lives after the storybooks close, is under attack by a foe only known as the Adversary. Everybody’s lives are in danger and they must escape to the real world, the world full of Mundanes who only know them as storybook characters. After making a last minute agreement with Prince Charming to play up the loving wife role in exchange for the divorce she wants, thereby securing him a seat on the last boat out, Cindy settles down in Fabletown, located in a small section of New York City, and starts her own shoe store, obviously named The Glass Slipper. By day, she's slinging shoes to unsuspecting customers, counting stock, and ringing up sales. The other Fables think of her as a dumb blonde who only knows how to spend, spend, spend. Pretty much a normal life for a girl who once scrubbed floors by hand, don't you think?

As soon as Cindy clocks out, she’s no long the loudmouth shoe lady with a penchant for telling a customer to find somewhere else to shop, preferably up their ass, that is, on the days she deigns to show up at the store. She’s an off-the-books secret agent, employed by Bigby (The Big Bad Wolf) from the moment she landed in Fabletown, and then Beast (of Beauty and the Beast fame.) Cindy is the one they call when they need somebody to slip into the shadows and find those pesky Fables that are breaking Fabletown rules by releasing their real identities as a fairy tale character or those who are traitors to the Homelands survivors. She’s also on call for interrogations and assassinations. If there is dirty work to be done, Cindy is willing to do it for a handsome reward in exchange, no questions asked, no hesitation.

In past missions, Cindy has seduced other Fables into slipping her information that eventually leads to them find out what the afterlife is like. However, not all her missions are coldblooded. In one case, she took on the job of being the Fabletown representative to the Cloud Kingdom of giants, leading her to have to be in debt to a witch in exchange for a spell that allows Cindy to shrink small enough to enter a giant’s infected ear to spin a nice little story for him to do her bidding. Another event finds her training Bigby on how to be an effective agent on his return to the Homelands. No one knows better about that than Cindy.

Her missions are usually run by textbook methodology: get in, find the target, get what you need from them, and get out. Kill if you have to because it's only business, nothing personal. However, as life for a Fable is never that simple, Cindy's latest mission finds her teaming up with Aladdin to follow a trail of magical Fable objects being sold to humans in exchange for weapons. The trail goes cold (literally. The end of the trail leads to a far off land named Ultima Thule which rivals Antarctica on the cold scale.) and Cindy's standing face to face with the last person she expected to ever wage war with--her Fairy Godmother. It comes down to the moment where Cindy has to decide whether to kill the old bat to make sure her magical tricks come to an end or send her back to Fabletown which won't work as the time it takes to get there will end up with Ms. Godmother powered up. This time, it is personal, and even with hints of guilt tugging at her, she turns her Godmother, the person Cindy feels ruined her life with her half-assed spell to end up with Prince Charming, over to the residents of Ultima Thule to deal with. No blood on her own hands, but the story drops clues that perhaps, there might be metaphorical blood in her thoughts.


Personality:

Out of all of Prince Charming’s ex-wives, Cinderella is known as the outspoken, rambunctious thrill-seeking one amongst the Fables. There is no filter on those pretty pink lips of her. Her language is enough to make a sailor blush; her behavior will make any grandmother clutch her pearls. She is certainly not your Disney version of the girl. On the outside, she's the bitter ex-wife who rose from the cinders of her old life back in the Homelands, married well only for it to end up a disaster and became a lowly merchant. She looks just like any other stereotypical pretty blonde, quick to turn on the charm and bat those eyelashes, and party it up with the best of them.

But don't let the cute face fool you. Cindy is sneaky as sneaky comes. She's quick to spin a grand tale that ruins her own reputation (both personally and professionally) to get her job done. Goodbye, highly intelligent woman, hello dumb empty-headed blonde. If a mission requires that she needs to give up her lady goods to the target, Cindy’s showing up with no panties on (or no clothes on if it makes getting business done even easier). Cindy is ruthless to the bone and can and will kill with no regrets. She’s not too fond of non-Fable humans (the Mundanes or the Mundies as they’re so lovingly called), so she won’t be crying over the loss of any of them anytime soon. Much can be said for some of the other Fables. She wouldn’t piss on Prince Charming even if he was on fire. The only one Cindy probably gives a handful of fucks about is Bigby (The Big Bad Wolf) and that’s really because he was her boss so now that respect defaults to Beast. He who writes the paychecks gets the most respect.

No longer is she the fragile, meek little girl who would take orders, be beaten, accept that having her named yelled and cursed was a normal part of life. Cindy is a grown woman now who knows better, has been shown better, and desires more. If you won't give it to her, she'll take it. She's suffered enough. She has no love for her father, none for her stepfamily, none for her ex-husband... basically, the song goes on and on. One could say she's a loner, but Cindy would rather just say she's smart. Attachments cause problems. Attachments make people make mistakes. She will never hang out in the same circles at Snow White and Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty), no matter if they all have been married to the same guy at some point or another. The world is hers to have, or at least have fun in while spying. What she didn't get as a kid, she can have now by getting it herself and that's all that matters to her. Call it selfish, but Cindy has valid reasons.

And she just might need some counseling on those reasons.

However, Cindy does have a softer side that she tries her best to hide. After all, this is the woman who was abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, neglected by her father, made to sleep amongst the cinders; there are just some things even she can't turn a blind eye to or get over. She cannot stand slavery, rape, and social injustice. Even after a mission to the Middle East where she almost got herself killed, Cindy couldn't bear the thought of sending three concubine sisters, guilty of breaking Fabletown laws by selling magical objects to the Mundanes, back to Baghdad if it meant they would end up back into slavery. It was just too much of a punishment to be dealt to them, because she would be no better than the people who controlled every aspect of their lives in the first place.

Somewhere under that trained killing machine, is a gooey center, that while doesn't believe in happily ever after anymore, it still likes a little happily for the moment. She's still capable of falling in love and being attracted to a hot man, though Cindy refuses to make it easy. Just ask Aladdin. She made him work for some time in her bed and he got about ten minutes twice.

In Teleios, it's going to be a laugh riot. No, it won't. Cindy will see all these fellow storybook characters that look familiar to her and even sound familiar to her, but they aren't her versions. And if there's nothing Cindy hates more is versions of Fables who get the story wrong. Wrong being anything she's not used to. She will, as always, keep her identity a secret as long as Fablely possible while at the same time, poking these other fairytale characters with sticks to see which versions they are ("Are you Disney? Or some random VHS bootleg version with bad subtitles?"). Cindy is going to squeeze as much info out of them as she can because the more they tell her and the less she tells them, the better it works for her because if there's some other Fabletown out there, there's nothing more fun than comparing the two.


Powers/Abilties:

Cindy is a deadly master of espionage. In her own words, she’s devoted two centuries to the art of spying and three human lifetimes in learning different ways to maim, disable or kill a man with her bare hands, the obligatory gun and the less obvious high heeled shoe. The general rule of thumb for all Fables is that as long as their story is still popular amongst the Mundies, they'll remain physically resilient. One effect of this is that Cindy can go without sleep for almost a week without a problem. Another is that her physical strength levels are also more than a normal human—-she’s able to turn a full-sized Range Rover upright with her bare hands without breaking much of a sweat.

Cindy is trained in swordfighting, hand to hand combat, shooting, martial arts, sky-diving and let’s not forget she is a skilled shoe saleswoman in her day life. When spywork doesn’t pay the rent, schlepping Jimmy Choos does. There’s her silver tongue as a talent too. Sometimes, it’s better to make pretty words than load some bullets. She probably has a decent command of languages considering her age and world traveling. Surely she knows how to ask somebody if they know what's good for them if they don't sing like a canary in Spanish, Italian, French, and Troll.

Most of all, Cindy knows that being a woman gives her a lot of leeway that a man wouldn't be afforded. And if it counts, in Cindy's hands, sex appeal is a deadly weapon. Flash a little tit, and bam--her ability to make people underestimate her is on top.


Appearance: First things first, Cindy is old. Very old. A handful of centuries old. However, the benefit of being a Fable is that you never look your age, giving Cindy the appearance of a woman in her twenties, or at the latest her thirties. Cindy is blonde and blue eyed, rather slim yet busty, with long hair. Her fashion sense is what one would describe as expensive and sophisticated. She loves her skirts, her pantsuits, her furs, her sunglasses, and most of all, designer shoes. Even in sweats, Cindy appears extremely put together and classy, all made up and every hair slicked into place. After all, you never know when a mission might come up. Or if you’re on one already. Life is so hard for a spy.

As her appearance is very important to her (and will become an issue in Teleios, fake or real), she will be PB'd by Diane Kruger.

Samples:

Actionspam Sample:

“A few points of note. One. Yes, you have been kidnapped. We can’t do anything about that. You have to take it up with the Two, and they’re not here right now.”

[Bullshit. That's what Cindy thinks of this place and the speeches. Okay, so she's taking count of everything. Now she could take down the Odin guy fast and hard, but if he is really Odin, she'll have to take his supposed powers into consideration. No worries. She's taken an axe to the head and got right back up. Cindy's not breaking a sweat over him. Cyrus can be next or first, depending on how brave he feels and the same goes for Cecelia. It's a good thing she works in the infirmary. She'll have a one way trip there courtesy of Cindy.]

If you have any other questions, you can talk to us.

[Cindy's delicate yet deadly hand with the perfectly manicured fingernails shoots up first and she doesn't even wait for the woman to acknowledge her presence. This ain't school.]

One, do you really think anybody believes you? Two, are you full of shit? Three, I think you're full of shit. Four, I know that wasn't a question, so here's one: are you guys fucked in the head?

[Well. Cindy certainly doesn't let her words go through a filter. And why would she? It's halfway part of the act and halfway part her shining personality. This is going to be a pleasant ride.]


Prose Sample:

There wasn’t enough soap in all of France to wash away the smell of Ichabod Crane. No matter how much Cinderella scrubbed with the expensive soap she makes him buy her, she can’t wash away the images of the old hook nosed fool humping away on top of her. Even his cock's shaped exactly like his nose, wrinkled all around, and carrying the same stench as the rest of his body.

He wasn’t Prince Charming in the sack, that’s for sure.

But it's part of the job, really. Cindy knows that. In her lifetime (as long as it has been), she learned that being a spy meant she had to do things that no women with enough sense to fit into their baby toe would ever consider. Bigby told her what needed to be done and what the result of her missions had to be. It was up to Cindy to do it the way she saw fit.

There are no if, ands, or buts about it. Loyalty to Fabletown doesn’t come with options like that. The killing didn’t bother her so much; she didn’t have time to consider Mundy principles about life and death or whosit and whatsit. She's lived too long and through one too many step-relatives to worry about that. However, the stench did and boy, did ‘Icky’ smell after a good tumble or two. Or three. Maybe even four. Whatever it took for her to get from point A to point B. Even Cindy has her limits.

But here she is anyway, straddled on his hips with a leg on each side of his, working her own hips in small circles, drawing out every last whimper from the man beneath her. It’s absolute torture; certainly for Cindy, but more so for Crane. She knows what he likes—her lips on his chest, her tongue flicking against his nipples, his cock deep inside her, quick and fast. All of his kinks are filed in the back of her head, where Cindy pulls out bits and pieces along the way.

The moment calls for one now and Cindy stills on top of him, trailing her fingertip along his jawline as she leans in, chest to chest. “Tell me about the Adversary,” she asks as innocently as she pleases in a breathless voice. She has him on the edge, knowing how close he is to climax, but no, she will not come around until he comes around. No matter how much he attempts to thrust upwards into her, Cindy holds fast, toned thighs holding her tightly in place.

Just like those damned Mundanes, Crane suffers from desire of what she calls the standard trifecta of treason: money, sex, and power. Cindy has the sex in spades and the money and power in perfect promises. And damn it, she’ll throw them around as much as she needs to take one for the team. She needs to show that she’s damn good at what she does. She needs this confession signed, to show that there are still Fables loyal to the Adversary, and that she’s beyond being a lowly shoe merchant, if not for Bigby, and secretly for the rest of Fabletown, then for herself. Cinderella’s a popular Fable and the best spy Fabletown has; there is no way she’s giving either of those statuses up. Cindy’s had enough of the low living life. This princess had a taste of the good shit and fuck anybody who decided she deserved less.

"You know what it does for me.” Her voice drops low when he dares to refuse her request, decorated in sultry tones that hint big prizes for anybody who gives her what she wants. “Tell me and I’ll do that thing with my tongue you love. You love it, don’t you?” Cindy continues, clenching herself around him until he throws his head back and pants some gibberish that sounds like a mix of her name and troll language. So not sexy at all.

For a moment, it's all she's getting in return and Cindy fights the urge to roll her eyes at Crane. Kissing his face barely pushes back the temptation hop off of him and beat him senseless with one of the froo-froo vases in this fancy-schmacy French hotel room of theirs. She's in the middle of deciding whether or not to snap his neck or his dick, when her dear sweet little Icky finally groans out some juicy details that spells death for him, and probably the Adversary if Bigby decides that they'll work enough.

"Good boy," Cindy smiles, all white teeth and pink gums, as she pulls off of him and busies her mouth with something other than a grin. Sometimes, this is too easy.