Rebecca Fairchild

Full Name: Rebecca Grace Fairchild

D.O.B.- 7/7/84

Sign: Cancer

Birthplace: Surrey, U.K.

Brought Up In: Surrey, U.K.

Sex: F

Race: W

Height: 5'3" (1.60 m)

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Ancestry: English w/ some Irish, French, and Jewish/Polish descent

Religion: Protestant (Though I doubt she notices that)

Relationships

*Parents- Eddie & Elizabeth Fairchild

*Brother- Rufus

*Other Family, etc.- Cousins- Oliver, Ben, Garen, Melanie, Wendy, Nani, and Lily Fairchild; Uncle & Aunt: Robert & Jennifer Fairchild

Character Analysis

Rebecca is Rufus' little sister, therefore the cousin of Mel, Ben, and the other Fairchildren.

Suffering from a mental disorder than none of her doctors can exactly pinpoint (autism, possibly acute schizophrenia or Schizoaffective disorder), Rebecca is somewhat detached from the world around her, and yet has a keen understanding of it and those who inhabit it. The thoughts she verbally expresses seem disorganized and nonsensical to those around her, but are usually right on target and eerily precognitive.

She seems most drawn to those who have experienced or are going to experience great trauma. Alan and Gael, especially, fascinate her.

Home schooled by her mother, Rebecca remains a drastically gifted student, in a word, a polymath. She is indeed fiercely intelligent and perceptive and seems quite at peace with her unusual functionings.

She lives at home with her mother and father (and for a time with her brother, Rufus, and his boyfriend, Nik, before they moved out).

Quotes

-There was something about her that had never sat with Alan right…she disturbed his calm, and in all fairness, there was something very off about her. Doctors couldn’t quite put fingers on it, guessing at everything from being gifted to acute autism. Whatever it was, it made her react to things differently, see people and things in distortions that were rarely inaccurate, and generally act aloof, almost detached. She was a lithe, slip of a thing, always in loose cotton dresses, her hair never tidy, her skin always angelically pale. Her movements were liquid and she could sneak up on someone quiet easily, something that was nothing short of alarming at any time of the day, let alone at 3 in the morning as Rufus or Nicky would tell you.

- “Ancient Egyptians would sometimes ritually bury redheaded men alive.”-Aside and proud, to Alan “You dug your way out.”

-“So much fear in the dark one for her other half…no need to worry there. That’s not the one to worry about. The tears will be filling up their glasses… drown their sorrow. But not for the dark. The tower’s crumbling and no one even noticed. Your tower’s falling down…” Her hand idly began tripping over black, rubber handles sticking out from the knife block on the kitchen counter. “Little tower on a hill brought down by the spearman. The two darks split because of the right-hand's son.” Rebecca smiled distantly. “But a gateman and a goddess will bring them together again. Brother Red and the son of thunder will only meld forever. The stag will seek comfort from a king and a heavenly place. Neither will give what he really needs in the end… though both come close. Pure sorrow will come to the stag in time to give unexpected birth to victory.”