Member
Name: Call him Simon Peterson. Fae don't give out real names easily.
Age: He looks to be in his mid-20s. His actual age is... older.
Supernatural Race: Fae.
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian
Appearance: He looks young and strikingly handsome - because he is fae, and the Fair Folk are notoriously vain. He appears to have dyed blonde hair (it's actually a simple fae glamour- it lasts longer than dye and can be done quickly). He dresses well, if not always lavishly, and prefers shades of white, grey, or black. His tattoo is on his chest above his belly button, and it marks him as being a former member of the Wild Hunt (which is why he is generally reluctant to show it or talk about it).
Personality: He's far different than most fae, a result of his prolonged contact with humans. He tends to swing between a little brusque and a bit of a flirt. One of the fae habits he never dropped is vanity and pride - he always does his best to make himself look good, and he takes insults and disrespect very personally. He's not above being petty or holding grudges, and he can hold them for a very long time. In his years among humans, he's learned to suppress his more violent fae tendencies and how to behave more 'acceptable' in general. He still holds many hedonistic tendencies and often can't stop himself from taking up any opportunity to indulge himself in any way, though he's tried to limit this habit by simply avoiding being near situations likely to tempt him. He's tempered the cruel and sadistic streak in him natural to most fae of the Hunt, but it comes out more when he's angry. He very much doesn't like talking about anything related to the Hunt and his involvement in it. One hobby he's taken up recently is taking care of plants - he was never one of the harmonious, nature loving fae, so he's trying to change that. He's not having much luck.
History:
Strengths: He's got traditional fae abilities (detailed later). Besides that, he is naturally stronger than a human - not by much, but more than his appearance would suggest. He's also a hell of an archer, though he prefers to never fight unless he needs to (anymore). Like most elves, he possesses a natural regeneration of wounds and scars, though it's not a speedy process.
Weaknesses: He's weaker to iron than other materials, like most fae. Surprisingly, though, the fae's infamous aversion to iron isn't as bad as the myths usually say; while fae can be more easily harmed with iron, fae can still touch and use iron tools. Iron does seem to hinder the fae's natural regeneration properties, however, so iron weapons are more effective. Additionally, this means most traditional medical equipment - including scalpels - will ironically make an elf's condition worse. Secondly, like all fae, he has a true name. Knowing his true name would make whoever knew it effectively able to command him to do anything. Of course, it's virtually impossible to make him tell you it, so it's not really an issue.
Stance: Inactive. He's understanding of both sides (he knows full well the damage the Hunt alone did to humanity, and humans have hurt the supernatural as well) and frankly doesn't care to be involved anymore. He did that plenty when he was in the Hunt.
Special Power/Skill: Like most fae, he possesses skill with Glamours. Glamours cover a wide range of things, but all of them have to do with bolstering appearance or how others percieve the user. Back in the Hunt, fae used glamour to appear beautiful and noble, even in combat. Glamour can be as simple as making oneself have different color eyes to making the observer feel inferior just by looking at the user to feeling as if the user could only ever be trying to help you (even if they are directly asking you to give them something for free). Glamours made the fae able to manipulate and trick many humans and is why many elves are so arrogant - it is relatively easy for them to take things whenever they feel like it by simply asking. There are rules - many glamours fail or are much less effective if the person is already suspicious of the user or knows the user isn't a regular human. Other supernatural beings are also less affected by glamours. Glamours can also gain effectiveness on people who fall under certain conditions. For instance, a fae who knows someone's true name can more easily influence them (which is easier now, since no one generally gives out fake names when meeting someone, though a fae's true name is far more useful than a human's). Glamours are more easily performed by a confident fae (and thus a fae who believes themselves at a disadvantage will also be putting themselves at a disadvantage by making their own glamours weaker) and a victim who isn't confident or considers themselves below the user will fall for glamours easily as well. Someone who is 'indebted' to a fae is also more vulnerable, though this one's a bit tricky; for instance, if the fae does someone a favor but the person says 'you are very kind' or doesn't thank the fae, then the favor will be treated as an act of kindness or similar, and therefore no 'debt' is implied (a direct 'thank you' is treated as acknowledgement of a favor owed, so be careful). Most glamours last a long time, and many fae permanently have at least a few glamours layered on, some for disguise and some merely to improve their appearance or influence.
Other:
He dislikes many cats. He claims they're not all bad, but many of them are too much like elves to be trusted.
Age: He looks to be in his mid-20s. His actual age is... older.
Supernatural Race: Fae.
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian
Appearance: He looks young and strikingly handsome - because he is fae, and the Fair Folk are notoriously vain. He appears to have dyed blonde hair (it's actually a simple fae glamour- it lasts longer than dye and can be done quickly). He dresses well, if not always lavishly, and prefers shades of white, grey, or black. His tattoo is on his chest above his belly button, and it marks him as being a former member of the Wild Hunt (which is why he is generally reluctant to show it or talk about it).
Personality: He's far different than most fae, a result of his prolonged contact with humans. He tends to swing between a little brusque and a bit of a flirt. One of the fae habits he never dropped is vanity and pride - he always does his best to make himself look good, and he takes insults and disrespect very personally. He's not above being petty or holding grudges, and he can hold them for a very long time. In his years among humans, he's learned to suppress his more violent fae tendencies and how to behave more 'acceptable' in general. He still holds many hedonistic tendencies and often can't stop himself from taking up any opportunity to indulge himself in any way, though he's tried to limit this habit by simply avoiding being near situations likely to tempt him. He's tempered the cruel and sadistic streak in him natural to most fae of the Hunt, but it comes out more when he's angry. He very much doesn't like talking about anything related to the Hunt and his involvement in it. One hobby he's taken up recently is taking care of plants - he was never one of the harmonious, nature loving fae, so he's trying to change that. He's not having much luck.
History:
Simon, many many years ago, was a hunter. Not of the Supernatural; quite the opposite. Back in the days when the Fair Folk ran amok, the prey was mankind.
People forget what the elves of the Hunt were like. Some people remember the elves of the forest, who loved nature and didn't go out of their way to bother humans, or the elves who liked the joys of life, of dancing and music and good food and good clothes. But the Wild Hunt was different. They liked good clothes too, but not of fine silk and cottons; they liked furs, skins, maybe even teeth and bone if they felt like it. They liked nature too; they loved to play with it. The Wild fae were the type to break bones one by one, to pluck every feather over hours, to make someone dance until they died. To them, the world was a plaything. The fae who joined the Hunt were not friends to mankind; they were its antithesis.
Simon was a Wild fae once. He rode a white horse and carried a bow, and when the Hunt moved, he was near the front. And at the very front was the Antlered Crown, the Mockery of the King, the First Hunter, riding a six-legged horse, and when he rode the Hunt rode. He wore bronze armor instead of furs and a gold band on his head like a halo. His hair was blonde and his skin was fair. He looked like a king from folklore, were it not for the antlers sprouting from his head. They said the Fae King talked so sweetly he could convince trees to wither themselves. They said his bow could pierce the heart of a mountain and bring it down as easily as he could a man. They said the crown and armor he wore was a reminder of a king long gone who had hated and hunted elves, mocking the human noble long after his death. The First Hunter was feared by more than just humans.
But, of course, many of those were exaggerations, and the Hunt had enemies even among their own kind; the Hunt was too cruel to stay forever. Fae are eternally young; they never grow older, but they never grow much wiser, either. Humans grew smarter, made better weapons. When their numbers and might no longer mattered as much, when humans learned that there were ways to counteract the sheer numbers of the Hunt, the Hunt disbanded, its Hunters spreading to the wind and across the World. Rumors, even now, persist of the Fae King and a few devout followers waiting somewhere deep and hidden, because Fae are eternal and arrogant; they say the Fae King is patient. They say he believes the human civilizations will not last forever, that the humans will grow old and wither away, regressing to savages. And when they do, the Fae King and his Hunt will return.
But for now, at least, humans aren't planning on collapsing anytime soon, and Simon has had a very long time to think. He has lived with humans and discovered many things. For instance, lying. And another; empathy. Simon was curious when he decided to live among humans, disguised as one of them. He didn't expect to feel the heartbreak of loving someone who he would never grow old with, someone he would easily outlive, much less falling in love multiple times and always outliving them. He's lived many lives now, and though he is a fae - capricious, vain, proud, and prone to forget the lessons of life - he's grown so fond of humans that he feels more for them than many of his own kind. Even with the guilt of his past association with the Hunt, the paranoia of running into Hunters (of the human and elf variety, the former for their danger and the latter since many of them never learned better), and the crushing reality of near immortality, he is determined to live life for the better.
People forget what the elves of the Hunt were like. Some people remember the elves of the forest, who loved nature and didn't go out of their way to bother humans, or the elves who liked the joys of life, of dancing and music and good food and good clothes. But the Wild Hunt was different. They liked good clothes too, but not of fine silk and cottons; they liked furs, skins, maybe even teeth and bone if they felt like it. They liked nature too; they loved to play with it. The Wild fae were the type to break bones one by one, to pluck every feather over hours, to make someone dance until they died. To them, the world was a plaything. The fae who joined the Hunt were not friends to mankind; they were its antithesis.
Simon was a Wild fae once. He rode a white horse and carried a bow, and when the Hunt moved, he was near the front. And at the very front was the Antlered Crown, the Mockery of the King, the First Hunter, riding a six-legged horse, and when he rode the Hunt rode. He wore bronze armor instead of furs and a gold band on his head like a halo. His hair was blonde and his skin was fair. He looked like a king from folklore, were it not for the antlers sprouting from his head. They said the Fae King talked so sweetly he could convince trees to wither themselves. They said his bow could pierce the heart of a mountain and bring it down as easily as he could a man. They said the crown and armor he wore was a reminder of a king long gone who had hated and hunted elves, mocking the human noble long after his death. The First Hunter was feared by more than just humans.
But, of course, many of those were exaggerations, and the Hunt had enemies even among their own kind; the Hunt was too cruel to stay forever. Fae are eternally young; they never grow older, but they never grow much wiser, either. Humans grew smarter, made better weapons. When their numbers and might no longer mattered as much, when humans learned that there were ways to counteract the sheer numbers of the Hunt, the Hunt disbanded, its Hunters spreading to the wind and across the World. Rumors, even now, persist of the Fae King and a few devout followers waiting somewhere deep and hidden, because Fae are eternal and arrogant; they say the Fae King is patient. They say he believes the human civilizations will not last forever, that the humans will grow old and wither away, regressing to savages. And when they do, the Fae King and his Hunt will return.
But for now, at least, humans aren't planning on collapsing anytime soon, and Simon has had a very long time to think. He has lived with humans and discovered many things. For instance, lying. And another; empathy. Simon was curious when he decided to live among humans, disguised as one of them. He didn't expect to feel the heartbreak of loving someone who he would never grow old with, someone he would easily outlive, much less falling in love multiple times and always outliving them. He's lived many lives now, and though he is a fae - capricious, vain, proud, and prone to forget the lessons of life - he's grown so fond of humans that he feels more for them than many of his own kind. Even with the guilt of his past association with the Hunt, the paranoia of running into Hunters (of the human and elf variety, the former for their danger and the latter since many of them never learned better), and the crushing reality of near immortality, he is determined to live life for the better.
Strengths: He's got traditional fae abilities (detailed later). Besides that, he is naturally stronger than a human - not by much, but more than his appearance would suggest. He's also a hell of an archer, though he prefers to never fight unless he needs to (anymore). Like most elves, he possesses a natural regeneration of wounds and scars, though it's not a speedy process.
Weaknesses: He's weaker to iron than other materials, like most fae. Surprisingly, though, the fae's infamous aversion to iron isn't as bad as the myths usually say; while fae can be more easily harmed with iron, fae can still touch and use iron tools. Iron does seem to hinder the fae's natural regeneration properties, however, so iron weapons are more effective. Additionally, this means most traditional medical equipment - including scalpels - will ironically make an elf's condition worse. Secondly, like all fae, he has a true name. Knowing his true name would make whoever knew it effectively able to command him to do anything. Of course, it's virtually impossible to make him tell you it, so it's not really an issue.
Stance: Inactive. He's understanding of both sides (he knows full well the damage the Hunt alone did to humanity, and humans have hurt the supernatural as well) and frankly doesn't care to be involved anymore. He did that plenty when he was in the Hunt.
Special Power/Skill: Like most fae, he possesses skill with Glamours. Glamours cover a wide range of things, but all of them have to do with bolstering appearance or how others percieve the user. Back in the Hunt, fae used glamour to appear beautiful and noble, even in combat. Glamour can be as simple as making oneself have different color eyes to making the observer feel inferior just by looking at the user to feeling as if the user could only ever be trying to help you (even if they are directly asking you to give them something for free). Glamours made the fae able to manipulate and trick many humans and is why many elves are so arrogant - it is relatively easy for them to take things whenever they feel like it by simply asking. There are rules - many glamours fail or are much less effective if the person is already suspicious of the user or knows the user isn't a regular human. Other supernatural beings are also less affected by glamours. Glamours can also gain effectiveness on people who fall under certain conditions. For instance, a fae who knows someone's true name can more easily influence them (which is easier now, since no one generally gives out fake names when meeting someone, though a fae's true name is far more useful than a human's). Glamours are more easily performed by a confident fae (and thus a fae who believes themselves at a disadvantage will also be putting themselves at a disadvantage by making their own glamours weaker) and a victim who isn't confident or considers themselves below the user will fall for glamours easily as well. Someone who is 'indebted' to a fae is also more vulnerable, though this one's a bit tricky; for instance, if the fae does someone a favor but the person says 'you are very kind' or doesn't thank the fae, then the favor will be treated as an act of kindness or similar, and therefore no 'debt' is implied (a direct 'thank you' is treated as acknowledgement of a favor owed, so be careful). Most glamours last a long time, and many fae permanently have at least a few glamours layered on, some for disguise and some merely to improve their appearance or influence.
Other:
He dislikes many cats. He claims they're not all bad, but many of them are too much like elves to be trusted.
