Margaret Fairfax
Background:
Margaret Fairfax is the third daughter of Victor and Annabelle, and arguably the most visible member of the family — not because of combat prowess or raw magical power, but because everyone simply wants to be near her. Her laughter echoes at balls, her smile is legend among witching circles, and she never forgets a name... or a weakness.
But Margaret was shaped by shadows no less than her siblings. While Catherine was sharpened into a weapon, and Elizabeth frozen into silence, Margaret was sculpted — honed into something beautiful, desirable, unthreatening. She learned early that her father’s approval came not from strength, but from utility. Annabelle taught her how to be palatable, perfect, persuasive. She learned to be a mask no one wanted to remove.
Unlike her sisters, Margaret has never tried to win by force. Instead, she wins in rooms full of laughter and champagne, where deals are made under candlelight, and hearts are broken over enchanted pearls. She has cultivated power not in towers but in gala halls, occult salons, and private bedchambers of the magical elite.
But behind her charm is a quiet ache: a yearning to be known for something other than her beauty and diplomacy. Margaret hides this longing under layers of grace — even from herself.
Personality:
Margaret is warm, poised, and effortlessly magnetic. She exudes kindness, good taste, and emotional intelligence — all of which she wields like a trained assassin. She is not openly cruel, but her indifference to others’ suffering makes her no less dangerous. She would rather pity you than punish you — unless, of course, it suits her better the other way.
Yet for all her social skill, Margaret is deeply alone. She keeps everyone at arm’s length beneath the illusion of intimacy. Vulnerability is a luxury she was never allowed. Her affection is often genuine — but always filtered through strategy. Every compliment she offers has a hook. Every favor has a price.
She does not envy Jessica’s power or rebellion. She finds it messy, unnecessary. But sometimes, quietly, she wonders what it would feel like to scream instead of smile.
Margaret Fairfax is the third daughter of Victor and Annabelle, and arguably the most visible member of the family — not because of combat prowess or raw magical power, but because everyone simply wants to be near her. Her laughter echoes at balls, her smile is legend among witching circles, and she never forgets a name... or a weakness.
But Margaret was shaped by shadows no less than her siblings. While Catherine was sharpened into a weapon, and Elizabeth frozen into silence, Margaret was sculpted — honed into something beautiful, desirable, unthreatening. She learned early that her father’s approval came not from strength, but from utility. Annabelle taught her how to be palatable, perfect, persuasive. She learned to be a mask no one wanted to remove.
Unlike her sisters, Margaret has never tried to win by force. Instead, she wins in rooms full of laughter and champagne, where deals are made under candlelight, and hearts are broken over enchanted pearls. She has cultivated power not in towers but in gala halls, occult salons, and private bedchambers of the magical elite.
But behind her charm is a quiet ache: a yearning to be known for something other than her beauty and diplomacy. Margaret hides this longing under layers of grace — even from herself.
Personality:
Margaret is warm, poised, and effortlessly magnetic. She exudes kindness, good taste, and emotional intelligence — all of which she wields like a trained assassin. She is not openly cruel, but her indifference to others’ suffering makes her no less dangerous. She would rather pity you than punish you — unless, of course, it suits her better the other way.
Yet for all her social skill, Margaret is deeply alone. She keeps everyone at arm’s length beneath the illusion of intimacy. Vulnerability is a luxury she was never allowed. Her affection is often genuine — but always filtered through strategy. Every compliment she offers has a hook. Every favor has a price.
She does not envy Jessica’s power or rebellion. She finds it messy, unnecessary. But sometimes, quietly, she wonders what it would feel like to scream instead of smile.
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