Essentials
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Name: Hi! My name is 
and I'd like to fit into your pocket, please?(I mean... What?)
Nicknames: Flower, Petal, Half-Pint, Bug.
Birth Date: Spring.
Age: Lonnng overdue a cane, a comb-over, and little glass to keep his teeth in.
Appears: Late teens.
Gender: Mister.
Race: Seelie Faerie.
Seelie fey are naturally congenial little critters who can shapeshift into various states, all depending on the
chaotic whims of their hearts.
Profession: Wanderer, dreamer, free spirit. (Sometimes even a night light!)
Social Caste: Bum.
Birth Place: A meadow.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Deity: Ethylin.
Languages Known: Elven, Sylvan, Woodkin, and Common. (Though he can't read or write in naught a one of them~)
Voice: A man, but a rather young man. (Example.)
His voice is projected with the same depth and sounds exactly the same no matter what form he takes.
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Height: An adorably tiny 4'11"~
Weight: Light as a feather~
Build: Ectomorph
Skin: Pale cream.
Flawless. Shimmers in the light with opalescence, as if covered in a fine glitter.
Face: Round and boyish.
Lips: Full, tinged with a virgin blush.
Always glossy, as if they are wet.
Eyes: Large, irises are completely black, as are pupils.
Still has sclera.
Ears: Pointed tips that curl slightly at their ends.
Ears are four inches long.
Each ear has two piercings along the cartilage. None in his lobes.
Can hear better than humans, but not as well as some species of animals.
Hair: Choppy bed-head mess that never gets brushed.
Apple green at roots that fade into cotton-candy blue.
Has a swatch of lengthy hair that falls to his rear, wrapped in linen.
Wings: Six feet from wing tip to wing tip.
Appearing to be a strange hybrid between that of the shape of a butterfly's and the structure of a dragonfly's.
There are four individual wings total.
Black filament webbing makes up the frame. A thin, delicate-looking translucent membrane is formed
between the webbing. Has the iridescence akin to that of a bubble in the light.
Wings are too small to support light.
Wings are enchanted to be extremely resistant to damage.
Upper Body: A dusky velveteen sleeveless top that covers until just above his navel.
Lower Body: A pair of capris made from the same material as his top, cinched at the hips with a leather cord. Falls just a few inches below his knees.
Arms: Also the color of ash, each arm is donned in a warmer that hooks onto his middle fingers, and ascend up to his bicep.
Back: A luxurious rose colored Elven cape with golden trim, clasped together with a green leaf pendant. Has a hood.
Feet: No shoes, please? My toes take me where I need to go just fine.
A simple wooden pipe made from an elder willow tree.
Bits of pipe weed.
Random buttons and a thimble.
A total of ten very adored golden coins of various conditions.
Mistletoe.
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Devotion: Catch me, catch me, if you can~
Sexuality: Pansexual (Only experiences have been with men, however.)
Philosophy: Hopeless Romantic (How is that even a philosophy?)
Promiscuity: Anything that's pretty~
Footprints a breath of warm, sugared air on a sunny, spring day. His enthusiasm and sweetness is contagious, sparking admiration and sweetness in the hearts of even the most cruel and unfeeling others.
He is easy to trust others, despite the number of wrongs presented to him in his history. He is amazingly sweet and nonjudgmental. He seeks to find the good in others before making a true decision on their countenance. He will try endlessly to give someone a chance to be in his good graces before writing them off as someone not to associate with. Second chance? More like multitudes of chances.
He is often thought of as dunce, stupid, or thick. He's actually very intelligent, he just has an awful form of communication and doesn't express himself in common lingo very well. He tends to enjoy conversing in rhymes.
He is a sort of 'wild man', not having very much actual scientific knowledge- his strengths lie in the admiration of plants and animals. He is extremely in tune with nature, but not so much with how things function or what they're made of.
