fennik glenwey

”Clean” was not usually the word one would use to describe Fenn’s apartment. Right now though, against all odds, it was actually edging closer to that descriptor. The floor was swept, the battered futon was made, and all of the sticky stains on his counter had been wiped away in a hasty...

Because I am a cruel author, I have yet another weakness to saddle Fenn with, and I'd like to pretend it's always been a thing for him. Yay, weaknesses! Anyway, I think I heard a while back that weaknesses need to go through an ability-confirming process-y thing like actual upgrades on here, so...

Fenn’s tiny kitchen was a mess. Much more of a mess than in normally was, and a much more confectionary-smelling mess at that. Fumbling through his gloves — he didn’t need no frozen batter on his hands again — Fenn sorted through the ingredients crowding his narrow counters. He was still blown...

Ignoring the occasional sidelong glance he received, Fenn skittered up the MC3’s stairs and into its main room, a very lumpy and confusedly-wrapped looking present in his hands. He uh, didn’t wrap those often. He was rather glad that they were doing this in the community center. It was a...

Out at the edge of Manta Carlos’ woods, not nearly into the part marked “DANGEROUS AND FORBIDDEN”, Fenn trudged his way through the snow, his bag heavy with roots, his hands full with a “local plant identification guide”, and his wings mucking up the footprints he left behind him. He was here...

The door to one certain alchemist’s shop opened with a rattle and a bang as one mothy fae streaked inside, fluff and antennae alike tangled by the icy winds outside. His wings quivered even after he landed on the floor — a sure sign he’d been putting vodka in his coffee again. “Supplies!” he...

One small, mothy fae made his way through the Strip, a heavy satchel slung over his shoulder. It was the sort of heavy that made his wings give off an audible hum as he flitted about. His feet skimmed the sidewalk often, leaving behind whorls of glittery white frost. Ever since he and Nevin had...

Fennik "Fenn" M. Glenwey - Male - Fae - "Supplier" Potential Plotmaterial: An old “friend” from the Reaches is starting to press Fenn for money, leaving him especially short-changed. It’s setting him on-edge. Fenn went into a mysterious sleep-coma for two months between December and February...

It was afternoon, and Fenn wasn’t out of his pajamas yet. This was actually a pretty normal occurrence for him. If he didn’t have anything planned for the day, and he didn’t have anything he wanted to go out and do, it was just easiest to stay inside. Sitting with his feet up over the back of...

Hallo! As a newbie to this here forum, I am in need of people to do plotting with. Some of you are already acquainted with Fenn vis a vi the ICC, but here’s a little something about him anyway; General Background Fenn’s a childlike, mothy-looking fae, and a very recent addition to the island...

“Yep, your drug dealer takes the guise of a small child in a turtleneck sweater. You gonna give me my booze money or not?” Image credits: it’s all me, baby. Name: Fennik M. Glenwey. Colloquially known as “Fenn” or “Mothra”. Age: Appears about ten years old, but chronologically speaking, he’s...