All Possible Wenntities

Name: Fennik M. Glenwey — “Fenn”.
Apparent Age: Appears to be a ten-year-old. Appears.
Gender: Identifies as male.
Species: Fae — winged, solitary, elemental in nature, and gleefully chaotic.
Height: Clears at 4’2”, antennae nonwithstanding.
Build: Delicate as a paper snowflake, but his puffy coat tends to hide that.

Notable Features: Fennik is a childlike fae with several mothish qualities about him. His hair is a white, complimented by a cuff of fluff around his neck, and his eyes are an icy blue-grey. He bears soft brown wings and antennae. Usually seen wearing a cozy grey-blue coat, pajama pants, and a big ugly sweater. No socks, no shoes. Two wristbands; one for his MSG, and another warning of his aura. An earthy, herbal smell follows him around.

If Fenn does not look like Fenn… he’s wearing a Glamour.

Physical Quirks: Fenn speaks with a heavy Brooklyn accent merged with “Courtly” language, and has a tendency to accentuate his words with the whole of his body — gesturing, flicking his antennae and ears to convey an extra emotionality, fluttering his wings, and so on. Frost dapples everything he touches.

Abilities Summary: As most fae can, Fenn is capable of disguising himself with a carefully-crafted Glamour. He also is Winter Touched, meaning that he radiates uncontrollably chilly magics; his three-notched aura bracelet warns people of the potential fifteen-foot range of his snowstorming. Ringing bells, iron, and lying hurt him.

Reputation: Fennik is one of a batch of elemental fae being rehabilitated from a life of largely drug-related crime, though the exact nature of his dubious past is a little elusive. Can be an unusual cross between “vodka aunt” and “mom friend”.

Misc Information: Likes ugly sweaters, baking decently, growing plants, creepy crawlies, alcohol, money, smug truths, eating, and getting some actual sleep. Hates rain, iron, having trouble reading, nosy law enforcement, things that want to eat him, people with sticks up their arse, hunger and exhaustion.

Main Profile: Found here.

Name: Kiyomi.
Apparent Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
Species: NEK0.
Height: 5’10”.
Build: Willowy, has an almost animesque, heart-shaped face.

Notable Features: Has wavy dark hair, and matching fur over her ears, tail, and digitigrade legs. Dark skin. Feline, rose gold eyes. Wears cute, frilly clothes.

Physical Quirks: Bows in greeting. Talks primarily in a ditzy, cute tone of voice, and in the third person. Supplements her speech with little cattish noises. Her way of interacting with the world is pretty feline too.

Abilities Summary: Passive NEK0 abilities — immortal, omniglottal, quick study, needs little food or sleep to survive. Also weak-bodied, prone to suggestion, and unable to eat anything a normal housecat can’t.

Reputation: Spent a while in a mental health clinic after her rescue — longer than the other known NEK0, and while she seems a lot better for it, she's known by now as socially inept (though genuine) and very touchy-feely-clingy. Has been adopted by Natasha Lockwood.

Misc Information: Likes nature documentaries, frilly fashions, meat, uh… well, she’ll develop more likes as she gains more experience with the world! Hates dry cat food, precious gems, small spaces, collars, boredom.

Main Profile: Found here.

Name: Kaliste Venus Proserpina
Apparent Age: Twenty-five.
Gender: They/them, he/him.
Species: Undead half-demon necromancer.
Height: Standing at their tallest, he hits 6’1”.
Build: Tall, thick-hipped, yet slightly skeletal in other places.

Notable Features: With his willowy stature, dark sclera, and weird pink irises, Kali has a very dreamy look about him. His cherry hair is usually brushed back and braided neatly into one of a dozen chic styles. Ebony horns curl outward from his skull, a hallmark of their demonic ancestry. Same goes for his prehensile tail, tipped with a barb of similar quality. His garb depends on the day you meet them; whatever they wear is guaranteed to be pink, gaudy, and/or silky, and he often wears lab coats over his outfits. He bears the smell of blood and death as one might wear an exotic perfume. He also wears actual perfume; mmm, roses.

Physical Quirks: Tends to call everyone “dahling” or “doll”, unless deliberately asked not to. Poised as fuck. Rare is the occasion in which he drops his smile.

Abilities Summary: Can resurrect up to four dead things at a time without passing out. Can do kooky things with voodoo dolls. Has never been seen sleeping — though he does pass out after stretching their necromantic abilities past their breaking point. Holy water and healing magic hurts him. Must heed any written contracts he signs.

Most immediate; emanates hormones that makes those around him (if possessing sexual drive and at a maturity relative to a twenty-to-thirty-year-old human) feel a slight physical attraction to them. It can be ignored, but it’s... there.

Reputation: A coroner for the MCPD. Word goes that they’ve died a few times before, several of which were intentional incidents (“A perfectly legal experimentation!”) to test out his ability to resurrect himself. Those in touch with local rumor mills might also know that he does a lot of casual hook-ups.

Main Profile: Found here.