Catherine Fairfax
Background:
Born into perfection and pressure, Catherine Fairfax was the daughter Victor believed he could shape into his own legacy — a sorceress fit to rule not just the family estate but the magical world at large. From her earliest memories, Catherine was raised in fire: the fire of impossible standards, cold instruction, and a father who showed affection only in the form of approval. Her mother, Annabelle, tried to instill subtle lessons of strength through restraint — but love was rationed in measured drops. Catherine learned quickly that love was a currency she could not afford to trade in.
From childhood, she was praised for her talent, beauty, and control. Rituals came easily, glamour bent to her will, and her fey blood responded hungrily to power. She was a born witch of means and poise. And yet, when Jessica was born — the seventh daughter — everything changed.
No matter her discipline or brilliance, Catherine found herself increasingly pushed aside in favor of her younger sister’s prophesied potential. Where Catherine had earned everything, Jessica was anointed. That wound never truly closed. Still, Catherine never outwardly rebelled. Instead, she doubled down. She buried every stray affection, dulled every emotion, and became what Victor wanted: a cold blade sharpened on ambition.
Yet buried beneath the ambition and cruelty lies something deeply human: a desperate hunger for love without strings. She doesn’t know how to ask for it. She may never admit it. But Catherine does not hate her sisters — she fears them. Not for their power, but because they represent paths she never got to take.
Personality:
Catherine is icy, poised, and emotionally impenetrable. She rarely raises her voice, never shows panic, and carries herself like a queen waiting for her crown. She is proud, sharp-tongued, and utterly unafraid of confrontation — but never without reason. She speaks rarely, but with precision. Her cruelty is not thoughtless — it is a tool.
However, Catherine is not heartless. She is wounded. Beneath the cold façade is a young woman who once dreamed of love and belonging — who may still dream, in secret. She envies Jessica not just for power, but for being able to cry without shame. For having friends. For being loved without earning it.
She cannot forgive that.
But she also cannot stop longing for the same.
There are moments — quiet, rare ones — where Catherine watches her sisters laugh and her mask cracks just slightly. She does not join them. She cannot. But she remembers a time when she might have.
Born into perfection and pressure, Catherine Fairfax was the daughter Victor believed he could shape into his own legacy — a sorceress fit to rule not just the family estate but the magical world at large. From her earliest memories, Catherine was raised in fire: the fire of impossible standards, cold instruction, and a father who showed affection only in the form of approval. Her mother, Annabelle, tried to instill subtle lessons of strength through restraint — but love was rationed in measured drops. Catherine learned quickly that love was a currency she could not afford to trade in.
From childhood, she was praised for her talent, beauty, and control. Rituals came easily, glamour bent to her will, and her fey blood responded hungrily to power. She was a born witch of means and poise. And yet, when Jessica was born — the seventh daughter — everything changed.
No matter her discipline or brilliance, Catherine found herself increasingly pushed aside in favor of her younger sister’s prophesied potential. Where Catherine had earned everything, Jessica was anointed. That wound never truly closed. Still, Catherine never outwardly rebelled. Instead, she doubled down. She buried every stray affection, dulled every emotion, and became what Victor wanted: a cold blade sharpened on ambition.
Yet buried beneath the ambition and cruelty lies something deeply human: a desperate hunger for love without strings. She doesn’t know how to ask for it. She may never admit it. But Catherine does not hate her sisters — she fears them. Not for their power, but because they represent paths she never got to take.
Personality:
Catherine is icy, poised, and emotionally impenetrable. She rarely raises her voice, never shows panic, and carries herself like a queen waiting for her crown. She is proud, sharp-tongued, and utterly unafraid of confrontation — but never without reason. She speaks rarely, but with precision. Her cruelty is not thoughtless — it is a tool.
However, Catherine is not heartless. She is wounded. Beneath the cold façade is a young woman who once dreamed of love and belonging — who may still dream, in secret. She envies Jessica not just for power, but for being able to cry without shame. For having friends. For being loved without earning it.
She cannot forgive that.
But she also cannot stop longing for the same.
There are moments — quiet, rare ones — where Catherine watches her sisters laugh and her mask cracks just slightly. She does not join them. She cannot. But she remembers a time when she might have.
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