Nickname: Fox. Faeries don't give out their real names. It gives others power over them. No one knows Fox's true name but herself. It would be a huge show of trust for her to tell it to someone. With her true name, someone could summon her (no matter here they were, she would know that they needed her, where they were, and be compelled to go to them), take away her power, or share it. She can't be compelled to do anything but appear, that's a myth that humans make up to comfort themselves.
Age: Ageless. Fox can't remember ever not being alive.
Gender: Female
Role: Extra
Appearance:
While in her human glamour, Fox wears what she wants, when she wants. She enjoys human style and adheres to it pretty well, but her own natural irrationality makes her choices a bit eccentric. She's a petite little thing, only about 5'3, with dark hair and eyes and love of having flowers in her hair. It's rare to see her without a wide grin. In her natural state, She looks about the same, except that her dark hair has a dark green tint to it, and her skin has a pattern of vines over it that moves with her mood. She has a pair of delicate, black wings that, in her human glamor, fold down against her back and become a huge tattoo. The winds are structured and jointed like a bird's, but have hard, shiny scales like a butterfly's or a snake's.
Personality: Even by fey standards, Fox is just the tiniest bit insane. She is wild and volatile, and can go from intense joy to towering rages at the slightest provocation. For someone who has been around for centuries, she has a surprisingly childish view of the world. When she wants things, she expects to have them. She knows that all things won't come to her easily and that sometimes you have to work for them, but she doesn't really understand the concept of it being impossible for her to have something she wants. She has the patience of an ageless creature and the perseverance, and so has no problem pursuing her goals for decades at a time. Because she's been around for so long, her primary goal in life is to be entertained. Sometimes, she achieves this by helping others. Sometimes, it's by causing trouble or hurting people. Fox doesn't really have a conscience about it. Her sense of empathy isn't very developed. With strangers, Fox can be flippant and dismissive if she finds them boring, or inappropriately intimate or affectionate. Either way, she doesn't care about their needs or feelings, she is only concerned with her own amusement. When she considers someone a friend or ally, however, her attitude changes. It would probably be more accurate to describe her as possessive than protective. Her friends are hers. And she doesn't like people who threaten her things. She is most at home in the forest surrounding Rose City, but she is still extremely at ease in the city. There are a very few things that Fox takes extremely seriously. One is her name. She's never once trusted someone enough give it. Another is vows. When someone promises Fox that they will do something, she expects them to do it.
Species: Faerie (Dryad). As a faerie, Fox has some standard species traits. She cannot lie, though she often gives misinformation or lies by omission. Her true name has certain power over her(outlined above) and she can don a glamour. Her glamour allows her to look human. It takes considerable power to alter her human appearance and once she does, the change is permanent until she can gather the power to change it again, something that is only possible every hundred years or so. She is much faster than a human and stronger with regenerative abilities. Cold iron can burn her and should it pierce her skin, it would make her very sick and weak. Fox herself also has the ability to teleport. She does so instantly without any major drain on her energy. Her only limitations are that she doesn't know anything about the state of where she is teleporting into (ie, if there's someone there with a gun who wants to kill her, too bad) and she has to know where she is going, either because she has been there before or she has to know an address or direction (for example ten miles to the west). As a dryad, she can perform some nature-based magic and she knows each plant, its name, and how it can help or hurt a person.
Likes: Pine trees, electric guitar music, sex, hazelnut coffee
Dislikes: Liars, sunflowers, blueberries, the color orange
Fears: Fox is afraid of guns. Even though most bullets are made of lead, she is always afraid that one will have iron in them instead.
History: Fox doesn't have a childhood. Like most of her kind, she remembers always being as she is now and doesn't know what was before then. She's lived in a small guild before, but about twenty years ago, she decided to set out on her own. She found Rose City by chance and fell in love with the turmoil that exists between the Vampires and Werewolves there. Both factions know Fox, she appears to them regularly, sometimes stirring up trouble, and sometimes helping one or another of them out of a scrape. She chooses favorites every few years, people that she appears to often and randomly. Emmanuel and Julien are two of her current favorites and have been for a long time, much longer than her usual obsessions. She imagines that she is in love with them both.
Theme Song(s): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtqG5CSZpBo
Other: Because of her heritage, Fox has a strange preoccupation with names. When she meets a person, she asks for their full name, first, middle, last everything and she keeps hounding until she gets it. Then, she doesn't even use it. She doesn't often call people by their given name, she prefers to use little nicknames she chooses herself or pet names like dear or lover. When she does call someone by name, she calls them by their full name. It's a faerie quirk. She thinks that to shorten someone's name is to shorten their power, so she only shortens names when she's angry or annoyed, even though she knows that the standard doesn't apply to non-fey.
