Name: Finch
Age: 143
Species/Race: Pixie
Gender: Male
Abilities: Wings allow for flight; skilled dual swordsman; can produce and utilize pixie dust to produce a variety of effects on those who come into contact with it, including paralysis, nausea, and drowsiness; these effects are very minor unless the target is exposed to very large amounts of pixie dust or the pixie dust directly enters their blood stream; producing too much pixie dust causes him to feel dizzy and ill; has the ability to speak to plants and animals, but cannot understand them when they speak back
Appearance/Equipment: Finch stands at around 1'9", about the size of your average shortsword. A rather dashing pixie, Finch is handsome but wild. His hair is brown like tree bark and despite his best efforts, it is constantly flying madly in every direction. Every morning, his bedhead takes on a unique and interesting new shape, much to his dismay. Finch's face is chiseled, but his features can be a bit difficult to make out under his red, orange and green warpaint that he often wears as a sign of his wild, forested nature as well as his ferocity in combat. Like his cowlick, this warpaint often changes in appearance, sometimes being fairly minimalistic, but other times covering his entire body in intricate designs. It all depends on how he's feeling when he wakes up that morning. Finch's eyes are bright green and his voice carries surprisingly far for someone of his diminutive size. It is melodic but commanding, and his drunken rants can be heard over even the loudest of barfights. Finch's back is adorned with the dragonfly wings characteristic of his kind and he wears a suit of light armor made of wood from the ironbark tree, whose wood is as strong as metal. He wears nothing under this, but a pair of green undergarments. This is to allow as much pixie dust as possible to be released when he gets into dangerous situations. He carries two steel scimitars that appear to be elven-crafted specifically for somebody of his size.
Age: 143
Species/Race: Pixie
Gender: Male
Abilities: Wings allow for flight; skilled dual swordsman; can produce and utilize pixie dust to produce a variety of effects on those who come into contact with it, including paralysis, nausea, and drowsiness; these effects are very minor unless the target is exposed to very large amounts of pixie dust or the pixie dust directly enters their blood stream; producing too much pixie dust causes him to feel dizzy and ill; has the ability to speak to plants and animals, but cannot understand them when they speak back
Appearance/Equipment: Finch stands at around 1'9", about the size of your average shortsword. A rather dashing pixie, Finch is handsome but wild. His hair is brown like tree bark and despite his best efforts, it is constantly flying madly in every direction. Every morning, his bedhead takes on a unique and interesting new shape, much to his dismay. Finch's face is chiseled, but his features can be a bit difficult to make out under his red, orange and green warpaint that he often wears as a sign of his wild, forested nature as well as his ferocity in combat. Like his cowlick, this warpaint often changes in appearance, sometimes being fairly minimalistic, but other times covering his entire body in intricate designs. It all depends on how he's feeling when he wakes up that morning. Finch's eyes are bright green and his voice carries surprisingly far for someone of his diminutive size. It is melodic but commanding, and his drunken rants can be heard over even the loudest of barfights. Finch's back is adorned with the dragonfly wings characteristic of his kind and he wears a suit of light armor made of wood from the ironbark tree, whose wood is as strong as metal. He wears nothing under this, but a pair of green undergarments. This is to allow as much pixie dust as possible to be released when he gets into dangerous situations. He carries two steel scimitars that appear to be elven-crafted specifically for somebody of his size.
