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Name: Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, "She who is born of ashes"

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Human

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): Servant to Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Age: About 150 (Born in Victorian Era), looks 17-19

Personality (Fae type has effect): A once proud young woman, she was bent to the task of serving O'Aenges-Mor quickly. Still she snarks at her Lord Fae, and is more than willing to question him and his orders. But she knows any out right disloyalty could get her killed and if he were to die she would wish to perish soon after without his protection in the Fae Courts. She is sharp to others of lesser rank than she, and is wise to the way of the fae. A must within their realm.

Appearance: Thick red hair falls to her waist and frames grey eyes. Pale skin from time spent with the Fall Court. She generally wears a heavy gown of dark green or brown with a cloak of grey. Dressing in the style of Victorian times. She appears and actually physically is around her seventeenth or nineteenth year. It is uncertain when she stopped aging after she was brought into the fae courts. She is a bit on the shorter side, and is petite.

Background: Aisling was born to a wealthy family and had a very lovely childhood. She never had want for anything, but when she had fallen for a young man and learned a horrible truth that jeopardized her privileged life she panicked. Fleeing to the forest she sought solace while trying to comfort herself with something. It was there she was found by Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor of the Fae. She offered him anything, if only to grant her the answer to her problem. He gave her the promised answer and took her to the realm of the Fae as payment. She has served him ever since.

CS:

Name: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Fall-born Fae Supposedly

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): King of the Fall Court

Age: Unknown

Personality (Fae type has effect): Sharp as a blade, quick as a snake, Tegvan rules his Court with a iron fist and is more than willing to employ almost tyrannical means to get his Fae followers in line. His is swift with justice, and swifter with vengeance. He has a cruel amusement and enjoys the 'finer' things in life. Not to say he is without mercy. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.

Appearance: A tall fae, he appears as a dark shadowy form, or as a dark skinned fae with black armor some say is made of dim grey starlight. His ears have definite points and his nails as well. His eyes are the fall storms and his teeth are sharp as a blades. Ravens are said to be his cloak of feathers and his voice is said to be the rushing wind. In his glimmer spell, he takes the appearance of a tall man, with short black hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is periously pale and with high cheek bones and an arrow straight nose. His ears are however not pointed in the glimmer spell, rather human shaped and size. He usually wears something matching the current time, for the present it is dark jeans, black boots, and a loose grey shirt. His build is not bulky like the winter fae but rather well muscled and toned.

Background: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor is a ancient and powerful Fae. Little is known about him and why he took on a human pet is less understood. He is not a fae to cross though he does have his good points. Often putting out small prizes for the fae that messes the best with Spring and Summer Court, and dancing about the politics with the grace of a falling leaf. No one is certain how long he has held the throne but all have seen the tormented Fae who tried to take it from him. Their final moments imprisoned in artwork. He has no mercy, but is more than willing to listen to the lesser Fae before considering their points. Tegvan is not a Fae to cross and he makes that well known. But within him is a deep sorrow well hidden by the many, many years he has walked the earth and Fae Realm.

CS:

Name:Feoras (FEE-uh-rus)

Race: Summer born (salamander adopted father)

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outsid eof a court will be under

extreme pressure):summer ruler

Age:2000 (looks 20)

Personality (Fae type has effect): Feoras is hot headed with a very small amount of patience and tends to be rather stand offish to people. He is hard to crack with a tendency for people to be met by his wall of coldness instead of his more kind self. He does care he just has become unwilling to do so. He is sarcastic to the point where it takes a few minutes to tell if he is being so with a quick tongue that if it has to can become silver.
He hasn't looked genuinely happy in a very long time.

Appearance:
Natural: he is quite tall at around 6 foot. He has the build of an archer with jet black hair that seems to have some deep red in it. His eyes are like fire with a tendency to change color with his mood. His eyes are usually a good warning for those speaking to him of how he is feeling. Generally they tend to be an orange color. His skin tone is a light olive color and comes from a mix of both sides. He has pointed ears and features that are between feminine and masculine, making him a beautiful fae. He has very faint freckles on his face which is somewhat odd but somehow works on him. He has a thin scar on his neck that looks like it is from a knife or dagger. He also has a tendency to wear a gold heart pendant and a small gold hoop in his left ear. He seems to never remove either. He also wears all black.
Glamour:
His glamour is slightly paler with no pointed ears or freckles. His scar does remain though allowing for other fae to recognize him in this human form.
He also tends to take the form of a large black stallion with a reddish mane and tail.

Pics:
Fae: Click me

'Human':Click me

Background:
Feroas came from a human mother and father. His mother had been in a prior relationship before his real father abandoned her in the woods. His real father was a cruel human whom luckily decided to get rid of the woman through ditching instead of something worse. His mother did not know that she was pregnant when she met the oddly beautiful man that would become Feroas' adopted father and the only parent he ever knew. An odd relationship formed between the human and the fae and she knew happiness and loved him even though he did not seem capable of loving her back. His mother's belly grew and the fae decided to be there for the woman during the pregnancy. He vanished to be with her for the pregnancy and was there for the birth. That was the last time his father would see his mother for she died during child birth and was beyond healing. His father took him home and raised him by himself claiming feroas as his heir. This was a good thing because his father's wife failed to bear him any sons and only bore a daughter who became sickly at a young age and passed on.
Feroas was known for being a trickster with a kind heart. He would feel the urge to play tricks on people some days and other days he would be the kindest one. He tended to be kind more then a trickster as he got older. All was going well with him, he was 'loved' by his father (his wife was iffy) and the summer fae adored him. Seemed like all was going well.
Until he spent one of his days in the human world and fell for a human woman. He was in his horse form running on the beach when he found a human woman walking the same beach. Considering that it was night he found it odd, so he watched her for some time before he was noticed. The woman didn't seem scared rather curious of the horse. They ended up falling for each other after she had taken him to her small house and he had become human. By falling it was more one ended. She fell in love while he became possessive. They had long conversations where Feroas found her fascinating. He started feeling emotions that he never had before and even felt sad when he started going home for weeks at a time and would only see her for a day or two before leaving again. He cared for her deeply in the sense that he wanted her around and wanted to take her home, but she refused. Even after he showed her his true form and told her everything about his home she refused. This has baffled him and he decided he would not force her to go with him. After all she probably would leave him if he tried. It was quite a difficult situation for him since he felt like he needed her around, but only if she kept being happy with him.
At home during this he was more joyous then ever before and often would help anyone who needed it. It was obvious he Had found someone or something he was find of, but he had kept his human well hidden from them all.
Unfortunately that all came to a sudden terrible halt when his love was kidnapped. He was home and unable to get to her before nightfall...and he didn't even know she was in danger. Instead he was excited to present to her a gold heart pendant that she had been eyeing. Feeling that it would tip over her happiness in his favor and he could get her to come with him and be around all the time. Kind of like a pretty bird.
His love had been kidnapped and since she didn't have any large amount of coin on her the two men had decided to keep her tied up downstairs. They were brutal to her, but she stayed strong which made her boring. Bored of her they killed her.
Feoras went to her home and found it empty. Panic raced through him as he darted into the small cobblestoned town. He managed to find her corpse which snapped something within him. When he found the two kidnappers he attempted to do a more human styled fight, giving him a scar from the iron dagger one of the men had. This angered him to the point where he could no longer hold back.
Those who survived say that a black horse with a white fire mane and tail lit two men on fire then proceeded in running through the village burning any and all who were there. He was still angry and in his natural form he was seen going from roof to roof the white of his eyes black and his irises a bright white as he lit any remaining building on fire. There were few survivors, but they watched hidden as he went to the burning remains of the building that had his love. With tears streaming and steam coming from that he picked her up cradling her as he left.
On a grassy hill looking over the beach there is a grave with a large weeping willow. he visits sometimes to mourn his human's death and often is seen with a somber expression.
This has changed him into the fae he is now having found no woman he has fallen for like his human and nothing to get him out of his mourning.
Maybe someday...maybe someone
But right now he is the way he is and is often seen alone at any festival. As if the dancing and music is simply not the same anymore.
He is much like a child with a dead pet, he simply hasn't found a puppy that can pull him out of his slump yet.

Other:
He is capable of playing several different instruments, but doesn't pick any of them up anymore. He has no motivation to do so.
He often goes into wooded areas when he is free. Often mindlessly wandering as if to clear his head.
His powers are largely fire related coming from his adopted salamander father

Name: Lai'naira Roha
Alias: Laira
age:20
Race: Kelpie born from a full blooded kelpie and a seasonborn.
Court: fall
Position/Occupation: fairly new to the whole 'fae'thing. has yet to gain any position.
Personality: a free girl who loves to wander. She is curious, adventerous and headstrong. all those things in combination with a fearlesness for the unkown and a need to know makes it so thats she gets into trouble a lot. tends to be a bit to trusty of those around her but learned the hard way not to give your full name to a Fae. She loves to spend her time in the water, often staying under it for far longer than any normal human.

Appearance: Laira has rust red hair and a pair of green eye's that hide hints of blue within them. She has a weird birthmark on her lowerback resembling an upsidedown U.

Her Fae form is a white mare with long manes who seem to wave like the water.



Fae form


Family: Mother: Elenore (death) father: unkown
Ambition: to get her name back from the pure blooded Kelpie that took it from her.
Background: Laira was raised by her mother until she was 5. Her mother became a season born after she met Laira's father. Laira's father left them however the moment she was brought into the world. Her mother tried to get to her father, this without the knowledge of laira.

One day her mother tried tho use a kelpie spell, unbekownst of the danger her mother got dragged into the sea to never been seen again. The whole village believes she commited suicide, and even Laira who has no knowledge of her true anture believes this to be true.

After her mothers death she was raised by the village orphanage were she made friends with a stange black haired blue eyed boy who lived outside the village(or so he told everyone) After a while to boy dissapeared leaving only his name Clyde. It was clear to Laira and the rest of the village that she wasn't normal. strange things happend around her and she was found walking into the sea multible times. This resulted in her being excluded from the rest of the village.
On her 18th birthday Clyde returned to her and told her that he was a Kelpie. They decided to live togther and soon Laira fell in love with Clyde. She foolishly told him her real name, resulting in him having the power to control her. Clyde told her that if she could find him in the Fae world she could have her name back, and she would be free once again. With no idea how to enter the Fae world she has already tried mulible things from books and collected clues from around her hometown.

Extra: she has no knowledge of herself being a kelpie. she does have a strange atraction towards water, and hates to be near iron but thats all there is to her.

Name: Aresiniken Santerae
Alias: Ara, and Sini to those close to her
Race: sylph
Court: Spring
Position/Occupation: Sini has no official rank, but she is an advisor to the Archon Nyx
Age: ~900, appears to be early 20s

Personality: Sini has always been rather solemn, especially for a spring fey. She is level-headed in most cases, keeping control of herself well. She does her best to keep emotions from clouding her judgement. That is not to say she doesn't display feeling, for this is not at all the truth: her smile is bright and her anger flares hot. But she recognizes that such things have an effect, and does not rush into action. She prefers to take her time when presented with a choice, determining the different options, weighing the outcomes, and taking the one that is most likely to give the most benefit. Duska was similar, a mindset that served her well as the former Spring Guard Captain, and her daughter learned much from her. Sini sees those who let their feelings compromise them as silly, though she does not forget that emotion can be a powerful motivator. Her first priority, however, is always what is best for her Archon and her Court, and any personal attachments or grievances must come second. Publicly she tries to be guarded. She knows that she is still young, for a fey, and doesn't want to endanger the respect she's worked hard to earn. Privately she is more open and carefree, though still grounded.

Sini refuses to let fear hold her back, and if something makes her hesitate she takes steps to overcome it. It helps that she has something of a fascination with things that might be considered dangerous, though not enough that she'd take unneeded risks. She has always been drawn to the strange and forbidden, notably humans, and she does her best to keep this in check. Pride and overconfidence are also shortcoming she avoids. She tends to be humble naturally, but it takes effort to keep from misjudging others. Add her preference for stability and her loyal nature, and it becomes clear why she has not sought any official position. When it comes to court intrigue, rank can be taken, and makes one a target. It is better to be the trusted, if unofficial, lieutenant than the one with the title, or even the designated second. She serves her ruler faithfully and well, out of respect for him as her Archon, regard for him as a person, and because it ensures her own position.

She is not suited for intelligence work but Sini recognizes the importance of such measures, and she listens to the words of those with expertise in a matter when making plans. She herself will not agree with someone simply for the sake of agreeing, though when questioning her superiors, especially Nyx, she tries to do it quietly. She is honestly respectful of those she likes, and those she does not still receive courtesy. Making enemies is never productive, and those that think well of you are far more useful than those who do not. The tendency of others to refuse to work with those they dislike for no other reason than that frustrates her no end.

Appearance: Sini's hair is long and straight, a pale strawberry blonde color she inherited from her father. She prefers to wear it down or in a loose and simple style, though for formal court affairs she will sometimes have it woven into something fancier. Her slightly tilted blue-grey eyes change like the sky from clear to shadowed, though it is a subtle difference at best. Her face is fair, as is to be expected of the fey, though perhaps a bit rounder than most, but it suits her well. Her nose is small and snub, and her ears come to delicate points that are almost hidden by her hair. Her wings are usually visible, relaxed so they hang down her back like a shimmering cape. Spread for flight, they are paired sets of translucent membranes covered with a pattern of swirls and veins. Sylphs tend toward a lithe body type, and Sini's figure too is thin and not particularly curved. Her hips are only slightly wider than her waist, and she has just enough of a bust to be noticed and no more. But as with all fey, especially those of Spring, believing that a delicate appearance means a lack of strength is a deadly mistake. Her armor is a familiar sight to those in Spring's fighting forces, and her blades and magic cut down those that oppose her. Of her it is said she strikes like the lightning she calls forth, her tactics shifting to match the situation as easily as the wind shifts direction.

When not in her armor, she wears modest clothing. She'll show some skin, but never too much, and never any midriff. Her style is simplistic, with flowing fabric and gentle colors. If she wears jewelry it is delicately worked but not flashy.

Her glamour is nearly identical to her normal form, giving her features a bit less of the fey feel and concealing her ears and wings. She changes her clothing to match that of the mortals as well, though she has a tendency to wear things that are several years out of style, if not more.

Family:
mother Duska, former Captain of the Guard under Cerunnos, Ceridwen, and Nyx
Competent and loyal, much like her daughter, Duska served three different Spring rulers. It was she who gave Nyx the title of Songbreaker. She was clever, and she'd seen him grow from a young boy alongside the Archon now dead at his hand. When her daughter showed signs of maturity she encouraged the girl's efforts and guided them, quietly presenting her with opportunities to prove herself and eventually win the trust of the Archon himself. She wouldn't jeopardize her people for her daughter, but there was no harm in small nudges. She knew that one who he could rely on might go far, especially with the way he was keeping himself busy, and bringing balance to those under Spring's rule would go a long way toward helping Sini establish herself. She stepped down as Guard Captain following the birth of her second daughter.

father (absent) summer fey

younger sister Kinna (less than 100)
Still a child, Kinna is bright and cheery. She likes nothing more than a good laugh, though hurting another to get it isn't something she enjoys. This doesn't keep her from making comments at the expense of others, but she stops short of deliberately hurtful. She's still learning her way around the intricacies of court, and doesn't always consider before she speaks. For now, she's sweet and carefree, unconcerned by the darker side of the fey.

assorted cousins

unofficial boyfriend Altan
A metalworker, though not able to touch iron, Altan is talented in his craft and known for his intricate designs. He prefers making ornamental pieces and jewelry, though he has worked with other smiths to make arms and armor. The two have been seeing each other semi-regularly for almost a century, though without any stated commitment on either side. He is gentle and thoughtful unless angered. It's hard to set him off, but if he loses his temper he is violent to the point of bloodthirsty. He's not the most clever, but Sini finds that they understand each other well, and simply spending time near him makes her happy, even if neither one of them says a word.

Ambition: stability for herself and those she values, brought about through the security of Archon Nyx's reign. Strength and respect are also nice. She'd love to have a thorough understanding of humans, and some of the clever things they've come up with (did you know they trap lightning and make it do all sorts of different tasks?), possibly use some of it for the benefit of the Spring Court, but that's more an idle fantasy than anything else, as it's very unlikely.

Background: Born a century and a half before the end of Ceridwen's reign, the court of Sini's childhood was a deceptively cheerful place. While she was too young to have the Archon target her directly, the young fey was affected by siren magic all the same. Certainly the subtle taste of fear left a mark on her, as she grew from a solemn but intensely curious child into an adult that considered her actions carefully. She's always had a fascination with things that are supposed to be dangerous or forbidden. Nyx himself has been the target of this interest, though after a few rebuffed attempts to approach him she learned to merely watch quietly instead of trying to talk.

In her second century, her interest shifted more to humans, and she went off a few times into their world, hiding behind her glamour and watching them, or even daring to approach lone mortals. Her curiosity lead her into disaster during the first war for Scottish Independence, and she was severely injured. A healer, one of Maxwell's distant ancestors, saved her life and demanded her name in exchange.

Injured, angry, and disillusioned with humans as a whole, Sini returned home to the Spring Court. She was no longer truly a child, though not yet an adult, and after her close call she realized that she needed to be more cautious. She began devoting serious effort to improving herself and her position among the fey, determined that she wouldn't be left at someone else's mercy again. Her childhood training under her mother served her well, and her new appreciation for consequences was reflected in her choices. She became a valued member of the guard, eventually winning a small command position, but she didn't care for advancement within the structure of the guard as much as she did her reputation in her own right.

Trusted by her mother, who still served as Guard Captain, Sini had begun attending significant meetings, and gradually began to speak there, first through discussion with her mother, then directly. Her focus on weighing the risks and benefits of different options and shrewd strategy earned her respect, though she refused further promotion. By her fifth century she was known to be skilled, reliable, and above all loyal, and had managed to win a measure of the Spring Archon's respect. Her further efforts only increased this, especially as she accepted the blame for her mistakes and errors and judgement.

When her mother stepped down as Captain of the Guard, Sini was offered the position but declined. She still has the Archon's respect, and now his friendship as well, and she works hard to protect and defend both Archon and Court. She's been seeing a certain fey smith now and again for the better part of a century, though neither of them has yet decided they wish it to be a permanent affair. She has also kept tabs on the mortal realm, moreso now that they are advancing so rapidly, though she is particularly cautious in this matter. Her fascination with humans remains, but it is tempered by wary respect. They may have forgotten the fey, but like many creatures they have the potential to be extremely dangerous, especially if underestimated. She has has spirited away the occasional human to the realm of the Fey, selecting those she thinks will be useful for various skills.

A couple years ago she was infuriated to find herself summoned to the defense of a mortal man, threatened by two thugs. She slew both attackers and for want of a better solution brought the one who called her back to the Fey Realm. He has the potential to be of use, but she has yet to find a good purpose for him.

Notes:
Sini carries two swords, one with an iron edge.

She is descended from a line of loyal defenders of Spring.

Name: Maxwell Adrian Thomas
Alias: Max, though he prefers Maxwell
Race: human (distant changeling ancestor)
Court: Spring, much to his dismay
Position/Occupation: former postgrad med student, had a year to go on his doctorate before he was taken.
Age: 27

Personality: Maxwell has never been one for fighting. Even as a child, he tried to be the peacemaker. When teased he tried to talk it out or just ignore it, when hit he would defend himself but not hit back. Though more openly sensitive than most boys, he learned quickly not to let mocking bother him too much. An only child for many years and born in a gap between two clumps of cousins, he looked up to the elder ones and tended to look after the younger ones when at family gatherings. He's a soft touch and a pushover, often easy to take advantage of. He genuinely cares about people in general, and does his best to lend a helping hand or give a shoulder to cry on wherever it's needed. Those traits made him a number of friends, and while he was never one of the popular ones in school it was known that if you needed someone to talk to, Maxwell would listen. That's not to say he's good at giving advice. He will make suggestions if asked, but he's really better at letting a person just get things off their chest.

Romantically, he has faced a few difficulties. Firstly, a number of people assume he's gay but in the closet. He doesn't tend to be immediately interested in an attractive women, finding a sharp mind far more appealing than a pretty face or other physical assets. Secondly, what makes for a good friend can also land you permanently in the friendzone, which has happened to him more than once. And lastly, when a woman does find his open face and trusting, gentle nature appealing, if he isn't interested in her, he has trouble handling it. His usual approach is avoidance. This, of course, feeds back into issue number one. He's had a couple girlfriends, but when he was taken to the Fey Realm he was not in a relationship, instead focusing on his studies.

Even as an adult, Maxwell is still very idealistic and naive. He believes that people are good at the core. He tries to avoid judging people because of things they have no control over, though it's not possible to avoid completely, and he thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just try to get along. He dislikes violence and unthinking hatred. If he sees a chance to help someone, he tries to take it, even at cost to himself. He might be accused of being a goody two-shoes, but it's better than being a jaded cynic.

Appearance: Maxwell is just shy of six foot, with the muscles of a runner. He's limber but not particularly strong, and his primary exercise back in the mortal realm was jogging. He has a fairly average build, not thin but not stout either. His brown hair is brushed up and back from his face in a tousled style that is more often mussed than not, especially as he has a habit of running his hand through it. He dresses well enough but he hates suits, preferring more casual attire. He always stands a little straighter, though, when he wears his lab coat. His face is more cute than handsome, with the start of laugh lines at the corners of his lively brown eyes. Now that he's not been in med school for a couple years, the persistent bags under them have vanished. Odd that being kidnapped would let him get more sleep, but there you have it.

Family:
mother Mary Russell (divorced)
father Stephen Thomas
stepmother Louise Thomas
siblings Brian (14) and Sarah (11)

Ambition: get free/back home and finish becoming a pediatrician. Long term, he'd like to make the world a better place, at least in a small way.

Background: Maxwell is descended from a long line of doctors and physicians, though not an unbroken one. His father is a respected doctor, and his grandfather was a pharmacist. His family was well off, and as a child he wanted for little. When he was seven his parents divorced, following several years of increasingly intense disagreements, despite their efforts to stay together for his sake. His father eventually remarried and had two children with his second wife. Maxwell adored his younger cousins, and then his baby siblings, and he was always patching up skinned knees and hurt feelings. He decided in late middle school that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and has relentlessly pursued that dream since.

He did well in high school and was accepted into his first choice of college with a scholarship. Four years later he started medical school. All was going smoothly until his junior year of med school. On a trip to visit out-of-state friends, he had a long layover between buses and decided he would see something of the city he was in. He ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and nearly got himself killed.

In desperation, a phrase with forgotten origins came to his lips. Passed down from parent to child, it was a name invoked for protection only in the most extreme of cases, a special guardian angel to watch over them when death passed near.

The name of a fey, combined with Maxwell's own spilled blood, formed a crude but effective summoning ritual. Sini was not pleased to be invoked in such a manner, especially when humans then threatened her with steel. She killed both of them, and took the now-unconscious Maxwell back to the fey realm. His name obtained from his state ID, she had him treated, but when he woke the first thing he heard was a command never to use her true name again, nor let anyone learn it from him.

It has been a couple years since then, and Maxwell is still adjusting to life in the Spring Court. He misses his friends and family sorely, and all the comforts of home and the lifestyle to which he was accustomed. He hates the lack of technology, especially as it affects his chosen profession, and finds treating fey in particular frustrating, as there's no body of research on the field to work from. He has help in the form of a small and often pesky sprite who can use healing magic to supplement mundane methods.

Other:
~Maxwell has a gift for medicine and an aversion to making promises in as many words.
~Due to words spoken indiscreetly shortly after his arrival in the realm of the fey, he is unable to directly harm anyone outside the scope of his profession, even to defend himself. For example, he can administer a sedative if a patient is in need of one, or restrain them to keep them from harming themselves, but not simply to get someone out of the way. He could tell someone how to use certain poisons, and even obtain them, but he can't spike a drink.

Name: Leilinlasia Lindaria
Alias: Lei

Race: sprite
Only 6½-7½ inches in height when fully grown, sprites are among the smallest of the fey. They are also some of the most troublesome, ranging from mildly irritating to downright infuriating. Most never live more than a few centuries, either taking a risk they shouldn't have or annoying the wrong person. Their survival as a species hinges upon their ability to get out of trouble once in it, and avoid the retribution of those they provoke. To this end, they are incredibly agile, and their speed relative to their size outstrips many larger fey. A number even have the ability for very short range line-of-sight teleportation. They are naturally able to blend in with their surroundings in most places, using subtle illusion, and their small size allows them to go where larger creatures cannot follow.

Sprites tend to be short-sighted tricksters. A large number of them enjoy danger, and most are highly curious and very persistent. There is a whole set of spell wards designed specifically to keep them out of things other fey don't want them in, though it's a constant battle to come up with protective measures faster than the sprites manage to figure out how to get past them. They are often fond of pranks, though how mean-spirited such things are varies from one individual to the next.

Most sprites are not particularly strong, magically speaking, and though they are capable of using more force than one would expect given their size it's still not a lot. They are pretty hardy, given that they are so tiny, able to take an average amount of damage compared to other fey. They come in a number of different varieties and are found in the lands of all four seasons, though Winter sprites have become considerably scarcer over the last couple centuries.

Sprites as a species have a vendetta against pixies, and the two races very rarely get along, despite a number of similarities. Calling a sprite a pixie (or vice versa) is a good way to get a furious fey, and possibly a lifelong enemy. Sprites are almost exclusively elf-looking, while pixies often sport insect features, notably antennae. Pixies tend to group up with others of their kind, and their communities and families are much closer than the solitary sprites. Though equally gregarious, sprites prefer the company of larger fey over that of other sprites. This is probably a good thing, as having multiple sprites together can be downright dangerous, regardless of whether they are working together or squabbling. Pixies have a number of bothersome habits, but on the whole they are far more tolerable than sprites, and it's a common adage that a single sprite is as much trouble as a whole troupe of pixies. Both groups feel that's a compliment.

Court: Spring
Position/Occupation: doing community service; previously a general troublemaker with a side of part-time healer's assistant
Age: 250 or so (looks like a teen)

Personality: Lei is a tiny nuisance. She doesn't try to get into places she shouldn't as much as most sprites, nor is she excessively fond of danger, but she loves pranks and taunting. She is sassy and sharp-tongued, with little to no filter on a frequently dirty mind. She is often petty and vindictive, but her tricks and destructive tendencies can be curbed or redirected with a bit of effort. Take into account her desire to be helpful and her aptitude for casting healing magic, despite needing direction on just what sort is needed, and it's not quite so much of a stretch that she is a tolerated presence in certain strictly defined places.

Appearance: Lei is seven inches tall with close-cut dirty blonde hair and eyes so pale a grey as to approach white. Her face is heart-shaped, with a pointed chin and an upturned nose. She sports the double set of wings standard to her kind, hers with a pattern of green and gold framing the nearly transparent membranes. She prefers short skirts and close-fitting halter tops of greens, browns, and yellows, along with low boots. A spelled cuff holds the binding for her service.

Family: she has them, but who knows where they are or what they're up to?
Ambition: finish her sentence and get turned loose. In general, to have fun. What even are long term goals?

Background: Lei's past is not what you'd call uneventful, but it's certainly not of much importance. Her parents were a pair for the handful of years necessary to raise her and no longer, and then she went off on her own. Most fey don't bother remembering which sprite did what this time unless it was something particularly unpleasant or an obnoxiously frequent offender. She's lent her magic to a couple different healers over the years, most recently one near the center of the Spring Court. Less than a decade ago she ran afoul of a fey with considerable clout, ruining something that had taken quite a lot of work, and she was sentenced to servitude as a result. She'll get off after a sufficient period of good behavior, but that condition isn't very specific, and Lei wasn't able to get it solidified, which frustrated her greatly. She was given to the healer she'd been helping, but with the arrival of Maxwell and his subsequent trouble actually treating things, given the differences between human and fey and the lack of most of his standard tools, she was tied to him instead.

Other: Lei can't go more than ten yards from Maxwell without his express permission, and he's forbidden to give it without a good reason that isn't because he doesn't like the idea of slavery. If she even tries, she gets a nasty shock from her cuff.

CS:

Name: William Dagonet DeTantervaille

Alias: Ser Dagon Feldspar

Race: Winter-born

Court: Winter

Position/Occupation: Winter Knight and Executioner of Queen Arys, though currently is bound in the dungeons in penance for his previous failure, violating the law of hospitality upon guests of the Winter Court.

(Actual) Age: Roughly 450 years old, give or take several decades. He lived during the Renaissance, originally.

Personality: Cold, aloof, and serene, Ser Dagon is the very embodiment of Winter. Neat and simple, he does not possess many desires anymore, nor does he overly care about others, such is the lack of empathy that has harden within him like the ice of his court. He has no purpose to his life beyond serving his Queen's bidding. Proud in his duty and utterly loyal to his charge even in what would otherwise be an accursed fate, he takes solace in the fact that he has earned the grace of a motherly figure even though others call her cold and heartless, and strives to live up to her expectations out of profound admiration of her, and will willfully bear whatever punishment she may desire should he fail. Though he is well-mannered and respectful to most, he's also as stoic and implacable as his Queen when set to a task.


A drawn depiction of Ser Dagon Feldspar, the Winter Knight, by a Wylde Fae.

Appearance: (Must have well written description, pictures are welcomed.) Ser Dagon is almost always seen clad in his signature armour, a traditional piece borne by all knights of the Winter Court, an ornate suit of black plate metal fringed by a silver cape across his shoulders, with a helm bearing the resemblance of a wolf. Beneath the armour, Dagon looks like a frozen corpse, his skin looks dark blue and blotchy from frostbite, hair is pale white (though neatly cut short if he's allowed to), and his body bears the marks of dozens of wounds from countless duels, battles and engagements both before and after he entered the service of Winter. His eyes are taken on a light blue tinge, hinting at the ancient magic sustaining him and giving him life and vitality far beyond his years but which also binds him totally. He is also well-toned and strong in body build despite his ghastly appearance.

Family: Forgotten (He most certainly knows he had a Father, Mother, some siblings, and a wife and children, but part of his deal with the Queen of Winter was that she removed all memory of the life he had on Earth besides his name and who he was)

Ambition: (Goal) To protect the Winter Queen's interests, vanquish her enemies, and serve her alone in whatever task she wishes.

Background: Born into a lesser noble family in Renaissance England, Ser Dagon Feldspar was raised as a squire in an English family descended of one of the Norman Knights who accompanied William the Conquerer to England and intermarried with the local population. Though a historian will find no trace of any Knight or house bearing the name Feldspar, it is because the last name was given to Dagon by the Fae of the Winter Court, and nobody human had any living record of who he or his family was. Though the Fae of Winter know the tale of his true family, the DeTantervailles, very well.

William, as he was known then, was raised as one of the younger sons of a lesser noble family in England, making him prime material to be trained as a Knight, though with next to no chance actually inheriting his father's titles, he found the idea of becoming a Knight-Errant more appealing, and set out to try and make his fortune. Unfortunately for William, change was coming to Europe, and on its wind was death. The Black Death which had ravaged the south had finally made its way north and across the channel to England when he reached his early twenties, sweeping through the countryside and killing hundreds, if not thousands without discrimination. Entire towns were left deserted, dozens of fields were left untended, and many preachers spoke of the end of days approaching.

Partly terrified of every town his passed through and every traveller he passed by as much as others were of him, William sought work throughout the countryside, and those who weren't paranoid paid gladly for a Knight to protect them, as not only the plague but looters of all kinds were on the prowl looking to prey on the weak and the desperate. By the grace of God, he never contracted the plague during this time. Several years into his work, William met the love of his mortal life, a country woman named Lillibeth in a far off corner of northern England. He had come to her town on a job, but ended up falling head over heels for her, and after a brief courtship he asked her to marry him back in his father's house. She accepted, though it took several weeks for word to get back on his father's response, only for the same messenger to return to William, stating that the family keep had been burned and looted. Apparently his parents had died of the plague in his absence, along with most of his household, with his other siblings scattering to get as far away from the plague as possible, leaving the mostly deserted Keep ripe for looters. William was effectively alone, but took solace in the fact that he was with his Lillibeth, whom he married within her town's far more modest parish.

Five years pass, with the plague disappearing and reappearing at times and the country still remaining mostly lawless, but William was now on the edge of 30, and was running a farmstead and acting as the new magistrate of the town he was in following the sudden death of the last one, and being the most capable soldier and a dubbed Knight to boot. He also had a 4 year old son, and a 1 year old daughter, and he and Lillibeth were happily married and content with their lives. It was during this period that William learned some of the local folklore of the area, as other residents had reported strange lights often appearing from the ancient forests to the north, ages before, they said that pagans had committed sacrifices at standing stones deep within the woods to make pacts with demons. They also told of these demons wandering through those ancient woods at times, and prone to snatching unaware children who stray too far into the dark and ancient forests that even hunters and woodcutters feared to enter. William found the stories fascinating, but paid them little heed at the time as local superstition, he'd heard many such tales on the road.

Though it wasn't long before his life too another tragic turn. Called to perform his duties as magistrate, an pair of suspects had apparently been reported way-laying travellers on the road within a couple kilometres of the town. Fearing no simple bandits, William rode off to investigate and deal with them himself. In his absence, another drifting band of robbers came from the direction of his family's property, seeing easy targets and nobody to stop them in sight.

William returned swiftly after chasing down and executing the two offenders in the name of the law, only to find the robber, deserters from some likely now dead lord ransacking his property and house. He burst in, cutting down each of the men he could find and sending others running to get their fellows, but was too late. The desperate men had run Lillibeth through after she tried to fight them, and they had murdered his two young children as they wailed for their dead mother. The Knight was shattered, though the sound of twanging arrows and burning flames sparked his attention off of his dead family, the dozen men outside had taken arrows and were going to burn him in his house to the ground. Stumbling out the window and running into the woods as the twangs of arrows flew by him and smoke and flame enveloped his home, he dared not look back for several reasons.

It was only after his feet could carry him no further that the Knight-errant fell down and wept in despair. He had lost everything and everyone he'd every loved, and possessed no power to undo what was done, and vengeance would give him nothing even if he could catch those remaining men. He considered throwing himself on his own sword, but feared damnation in Hell for committing suicide and lacked the will to do it. So, finding himself in a stone circle, and possessed of a conviction born of anger at the cruel fate that had been dealt to him by a uncaring God, and knowing even vaguely of the local tales, he called out to any being who might hear his pleas and grant him a wish.

His cries and calls were answered, with a silence more complete than anything, darkness even deeper than the natural dark of the wood that night permeated his vision, before he was struck dumbfounded by a being of ethereal beauty unlike any he had ever seen before appear before him. The air grew cold and frost came from William's breath, and snow formed on the ground around the circle even though it would be months before winter. The being did not smile, and William almost felt like he should be afraid, but in that moment as he peering into her piercing icy eyes, he felt nothing but odd kinship with this being, as if she had felt similar pain and loss in her heart of a similar scale before in another time, but no less forgotten in her everlasting mind. Yet she bore such pain with such a stoic grace that those unfamiliar with such a thing would never notice.

She introduced herself as Arys, the Queen of the Winter Court of the Fae, and merely asked William what his wish was, and what he would offer her should she deem to grant it. William's was simple: To be taken far away from this place, and that he could be made to forget he ever had a family so that he would never have to feel the pain of heartbreak in the face of cruel fate again. In exchange, he offered his sword, body, soul, and servitude to the Queen for all time, in whatever faculty she desired. The Queen, showing no outward signs of interest or disinterest, merely replied by telling William to give her his full and true name if that was truly his desire. Knowing vaguely of the power of names, William cared not of the cost, he had resolved that whoever this being was, he adored her, and knew she had the power to grant what he wished more than anything in the world. He gave her his true name freely and willingly there in the stone circle, and blacked out as he felt tendrils as cold as ice grip his mortal heart.

He would awake in the Fae realm of Winter, both parts of his wish granted, though not exactly as his former self may have guess. He had forgotten his known name and everyone he had ever known or loved before, knowing only that he was a Knight and had been a wanderer during a time of great calamity and change on Earth. The Queen who was there for his reawakening also informed in him that she used an enchant upon him similar to one which had made her, she had given him a heart of ice, that he may never feel heartbreak again, and the process had turned him into someone who looked like they'd died with severe frostbite, with hair as white as snow and eyes of piercing blue. She informed him that his name was Dagon Feldspar, and that he was to trained and made into a Knight in her service, and the service of her Court.

The centuries blended together as time flowed in its strange ways within Fae lands, and Dagon became the infamous Winter Knight, officially dubbed by his beloved Queen, and wielding the ancient Unseelie sword Sioc, his loyalty to her was absolute, for he relished the oblivion and mercy she had granted him when nobody else would or could. The Queen of Winter had been there for him in his darkest hour, and in the mind of an infinitely short-sighted human by comparison to the machinations of the eternal Fae, that made her worthy of his complete devotion, and he was willing to do the same for her should she called upon him to do so. He would take up any task, or bear any amount of pain for her if only to consider himself truly worthy of the attention which this great and terrible being had bestowed upon him.

Though in some cases his devotion overrides his sense, as was the case that landed him in his current situation within the dungeons of Winter. He had violated the sacred law of hospitality by striking a member of the Summer Court when the Fae emissary had come under a banner of peace to try and smooth over relations between the two courts after the "turbulence" between Feoras and Arys. Alright angry on behalf of his Queen as what he saw as Summers' honeyed words, The Unseelie blade the Winter Knight wielded whispered temptations of even greater power and vengeance for his Queen, if only to allow it to possess Dagon. In this moment of weakness, the ancient being triumphed, and Dagon silently accepted. Bloodshed was only averted in the court through Arys's absolute power over both Dagon and Sioc through knowing their true names. By the time Dagon regained himself and the blade separated from him, he had realized the depth of his folly.

Dagon had to be punished as sacred law demanded, and so was stripped and bound in chains within one of the lowest dungeons of Winter, where Goblin Torturers each day cut new wounds into the Winter Knight, lashing and bleeding him until his blue skin became scarlet with blood, and sticking him in icy chambers colder and darker than almost any other place in Winter, his veins and blood crystallizing and tearing his skin and nerves ever more painfully. Though his superhuman power and the ancient magic upon the cells left him unable to die, so each day he awoke not entirely healed or free of pain, but cast into a fresh day of torment. Dagon has borne this punishment for 300 years, never once reprimanding his jailers in their task, nor even calling for mercy from his Queen. He knew she did not respect weakness, and if suffering was the only way to show his loyalty to her in his current state, then he would bear it as his duty.

Or at least, that was the official story that the Winter Court's members said to outsiders when the matter of their Winter Knight was brought up, as was the Queen's command. Those that knew the truth knew that the Queen had punished the Knight more out of displeasure for his perceived inaction towards the Summer King's own machinations during his visits from so long ago when Dagon was only newly dubbed, and used the more recent incident with an emissary as an excuse to exact more painful punishment than tradition would have demanded as a personal unspoken reprimand for his cowardice and weakness, he knew the true reason why he had been locked beneath the icy dungeons of Winter for so long, tradition was just a pretense for a lesson in priorities. Though such thoughts were never voiced aloud for fear of their Queen's ire turning upon them.