Name: Avery Lyn. Well, he's not really Avery Lyn. Well, he is, but it's complicated. The Fair Folk don't give out their true names to anyone because names hold a great power over them, so young Avery adopted his current name as sort of a joke. Avery roughly meaning elf king/counsel and Lyn stolen for the epic poem Tam Lyn.
Age: 17
What are you: Faerie/Fae/Fair Folk
Human Appearance: He's lithe, pale, and a tiny thing with pointy features, particularly his ears.
Eye Color: Vibrant green
Hair Color: Reddish brown
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 or thereabouts.
Personality: Getting into good and bad is a bit hard for Avery. Honestly, only the Fae folk know if he's part of the Seelie(good) court or the Unseelie(bad) court and they're not telling anybody. However, even the good faeries are a good deal apathetic and cruel, so living with humans has changed Avery's personality for the better by giving it a bit more humanity. Mischievous- he adores a good trick or prank. Quick tempered- he's easy to offend and quick to retaliate in the way he sees most fit(note: as HE sees most fit). Childish- or so it appears, it's certainly the vibe he likes to give out, at least. Secretive- you may think that you know him, but you may find yourself only knowing the Avery he wants you to know. Possessive- mostly of his things, but certain people as well. Charming-well, when he needs to be. Proud. He'll always keep a promise- he has to. He lacks much empathy and it's hard for him to understand most other people's feelings, but he does try.
Powers: His current powers are a good deal weaker than they should be, but still nothing to ignore. The gift of gab- Avery can speak any language; English, German, bear, you name it. Glamour- it's part of his magic and usually only broken when he stops caring or thinks it will be funny. He can make things appear to be something they're not. You know, dirt looks/feels/smell like gold, a geek look like a prince, etc. Watch out, though, because as his powers grow, it can be hypnotic. Physical abilities- nothing like in his prime, but he can a supernatural grace, unbelievable speed, and can scurry up trees in such a way that a squirrel would be jealous. Mental powers- mostly in creating barriers. He's no mindreader and he's not up to something SO terrible, honest, so he does not like having his thoughts invaded, thank you. At the best you might just hear white noise. At the worst? Well, just don't try it on a bad day.
Cabin #: 4
Likes/Interests/hobbies: Camping, playing the fiddle or sometimes flute, sweets, dancing, shiny or pretty things
Dislikes: Boredom, meat, goodie-two-shoes, anything made of iron, salt, fire, and, most importantly, having to go to bed at a reasonable hour. He's a night owl, thank you very much.
Crush: (edit this throughout the roleplay)
Enemies:(edit this throughout the roleplay)
History/Bio: So, young Avery is a changeling. He switched places with a baby seventeen years ago on a lark, but he was so taken in by the human life(television? Entire stores devoted to sweets? Indoor plumbing? How could he resist?) that, instead of disappearing when he had turned four, he decided to stick around for a few more years. Then a few more, and, well, you get the picture. His faerie family was understandably upset with him, ripped him from his comfy human life as Robert Robinson, and sent him to a sort of half-way house for fair folk like him- those who were too enamored with the human lifestyle. He's gradually being taken back in to the magic life, going back to his old name of Avery and gradually using his magic again, and being sent to Camp Keystone is the next step to trying to make him socialize with people who aren't exactly human.
Other: He's a vegetarian and fairy jokes are the fastest way to get under his skin.