Fennik "Fenn" M. Glenwey

Name: Fennik M. Glenwey. Colloquially known as “Fenn” or “Mothra”.
Age: Appears about ten years old, but chronologically speaking, he’s closing in on thirty.
Birthday: February twenty-first. Probably.
Gender: Identifies as male.
Species: Fae — winged, solitary, elemental in nature, and gleefully chaotic.
Category: Citizen.
Career: Technically? Unemployed. Unofficially? Grows and supplies illicit strains of plant-derived drugs.

Appearance Description: Generally speaking, Fennik is a childlike fae with several mothish qualities about him. His hair is a wispy white, complimented by a cuff of poofy fluff around his neck. Soft wings sprout from his back. They, as well as his ears and antennae, are rather expressive and feline in their motion. The most uncanny part of his face would be his insectoid eyes; a solid, icy grey, and far too big on his face. Frost dapples his skin like freckles. He carries the scent of spring thaw and frozen earth… and something distinctly herbal.

As for clothing, the fae is usually seen wearing a cozy grey-blue coat, pajama pants, and one of a variety of ugly sweaters two sizes too large for him. All his garb is rather patchy and roughed-up, but surprisingly soft. Socks? Shoes? Screw those, Fenn’s a foot nudist. His coat pockets contain a pair of gardening gloves, as well as his IDs and wallet and the like. There are no drugs here. No sirree…

Because he is officially registered as an individual with MSG (Magically Stunted Growth), he also bears a silver wristband on his left hand denoting his status; losing it would be a tragedy, since that’s the one thing that keeps him from getting booted out of a bar on sight. On his right hand, he has a ice-blue band warning others of his uncontrolled aura of cold. It has three notches on it.


Personality Description: At the core, Fenn’s a fae with a hunger for thrill, knowledge, and (above all else) ill-begotten coin. Since settling in to the Manta Carlos community, he’s begun to show his true colors as a “Mom Friend”, a position which he will deny with any twist of truth he can contrive. He also refuses to be labeled a “Sunny-dare”.

• Positive Traits: Fennik is cheerful, curious, confident, and gregarious. He’s known for doting (with some denial) over any who look downtrodden or injured.
• Negative Traits: And yet, he’s also mouthy, distant, mildly self-destructive, scatterbrained, and indulgent. His cowardly tendencies are well-documented, and so are his more smother-y moments.

Biography:

Active Abilities:

• Flight: Seeing as he is a winged creature, it only makes sense for Fenn to be able to fly. He’s a bit unwieldy, as one might expect of flittery moth-wings; hovering upward, for instance, is easier for him than heading sideways. Nonetheless, he flies. So long as his wings are functional, Fenn can (usually) negate vertical fall damage. “Screw you, gravity!”
• Hoary Glamour: Having learned a trick or two from his time in the urban Courts, Fenn can cast an illusion around himself as a disguise. The effect may last up to thirty minutes before the effort of maintaining becomes too wearisome. However, this Glamour can be easily foiled in a multitude of ways. For instance, peering through a hagstone, viewing him through a mirror, the presence of an anti-illusion spell, and so on. Discerning individuals might even see the disguise for what it is just by observing flaws in its construction or presentation. After all, the illusion is only visual; Fenn is fairly good at mocking up different voices, but not perfect, and the intangible illusion is capable of clipping through people and objects. “I mean, you probably don’t want to pass through it? Feels kinda chilly, like touching a ghost. But it’s just icy ‘cause my magic’s icy.”

Passive Abilities:

• Hears Everything: Well, not everything, but his sharp fae ears do have a far greater range than that of mortal folk.
• Immortal(ly Obnoxious): Fenn is not likely to die of old age. He’s also not likely to age in general. “Yeah, I’m small. No, you ain’t permitted use me as an armrest. I’ll bite you.”
• Insect Intuition: Who knew antenna were so nifty? Some believe that antennae are hearing organs, but in fact, Fenn finds that his olfactory abilities are double that of the ordinary mortal! Though, perhaps a heightened sense of smell isn’t the coolest enhanced sense one could have…
• Jack of Frost: Fennik is Winter Touched, meaning that he ambiently saps heat out of his environment. This is a largely contact-based condition. His touch leaves behind mild traces of frost, and if he makes contact with them for too long, liquids with start to freeze over. Any body temperature over thirty-two degrees Farenheit counts as a fever to him. “Yeh, it gets real funky when I get upset or sick...”
• Stormy Disposition: If Fenn is really riled up, his innate magics might extend to more than just frost. In an especially emotionally excited state, heavy snow and hail may wreak the area around him, along with frigid winds. This weather effect may extend up to fifteen feet, and his hail can go up to the breadth of a coin around. This is why he has his wristband.

Weaknesses:

• Always Hungry: Mysteriously, the tiny fae is incapable of ever being full. “I think my stomach leads to another dimension, or something; maybe it’s the cost of all this frosty stuff. Real drain of resources. You got more of those cinnamon rolls?”
• Bell-Befoiled: In the presence of ringing bells, Fenn is struck with a burning headache, one that fades as the sound does. The louder the bell, the more difficult it is to shake off the headache. Church bells are particularly painful to his ear.
• Feeble Flimsy Frailty: Because of his MSG condition, Fenn has the physical qualities and stature of a small child, and is thus easily prone to injuries. “Gonna call it a ‘birth defect’, and leave it at that.”
• Ironic Allergy: Like many fae, Fenn is deathly injured by iron. Touching the metal leaves him with burns. The severity of them varies depending on the purity of the iron, how large the surface area of exposure is, and the length of time he comes into contact with it. Most of the scars the fae bears are coarse bruise-colored blotches and cuts, a direct result of this weakness.
• Liar’s Pyre: Like hearing bells, Fenn receives a heated headache when he tells an intentional untruth. The bigger the lie, the more insistent he is on its veracity, the more it will hurt to tell. Accidental factual errors and the like do not seem to trigger this punishment. He has to be aware of the lie for what it is as he speaks it. “Of course, so long as I remain honest in my wording, a little misdirection isn’t outta the question… and gee, it gives me license to be a blunt bugger when I want. That’s fun!”
• Name Your Task: Using Fenn’s full, true name in a command compels him to obey, so long as it is something he is physically capable of doing. Luckily, most don’t know it.
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  It’s Meeparian. That’s what the innocuous “M” middle-name initial stands for. He doesn’t give this information freely…

Common Magical Items: Aura warning bracelet, as mentioned in Appearance.

Resources: Fennik’s apartment is pretty much all that he has. It’s a cramped space, with the living room/kitchen area being no more than twelve-by-seven feet, and his bathroom being not much bigger than a closet. There is also an actual closet. Fenn prefers you don’t poke around in there. That’s where he stashes the drugs.

The living room half of his main room is defined by the presence of a saggy couch, one that’s often covered by several pillows and blankets, since it’s also where Fenn sleeps. To its right is a feeble bookshelf. Most of the books on it are new, but slightly water-damaged. To its left, a plethora of plants bask around the apartment’s singular window. Most grow out of recycled containers — milk jugs, ramen cups, old bottles — as opposed to proper pots.

The kitchen area is separated from the other half of the room by a little counter; it includes a dirty sink, an oven, a tiny fridge, and a microwave. Counters are lined up overhead. There’s a lot of cheap, convenience store food in there, as well as easy-cook meals such as ramen cups. There is not a speck of iron within the house, and Fenn would prefer visitors to keep it that way.

As for his other resources;

• A Plethora of Plants: Moving to Manta Carlos, Fenn was allowed to bring his plants. He has a lot of plants. Echeveria, autumn bonfire celosia, foxglove, and more flourish in grungy yogurt containers and cut-up milk jugs. Hidden among these more innocuous numbers are plants with potent properties.
• Chemistry Kit: A childish-looking chemistry set. It’s made of cheap, durable materials. “It’s shoddy, but I’m used to it. I called what I do a hobby — it is something I enjoy doing in my free time, as is the technical definition of a hobby, yeah — and they let me take it, because damn, you gotta trust the guy that don’t lie.” In short, Fenn uses it to make drugs. Considering that he’s currently working with a limited and home-grown supply of plants, his ability to produce more “stock” is… limited.
• Strain One - “Spirit Mint”: Derived from a violently bred-and-rebred variety of Salvia divinorum. Takes a milky-green, resinous form. “Ingest or smoke. So, uh, the plant it comes from? From the mint family, and its effects — mood elevation, visions, feeling detached, altered perceptions of the self — are super brief. Like, thirty-minutes-long brief. Technically legal to get high on. I uh, assume my strain’s a lot less legal than the usual, since the effects last ten hours.”
• Strain Two - “Honey Candy”: Derived from (violently bred for potency, as usual) Peyote cacti; Lophophora williamsii. Takes liquid form — green-gold and viscous, since it’s mixed with honey. Hence the name. “This stuff’s hallucinogenic. Possible euphoria, hallucination, detachment, and hey, maybe synesthesia if you’re lucky. I mean, there’s some other effects too, but you can, like, google ‘peyote’ if you give a damn. I ain’t an informational pamphlet you know.”

Additional Information:

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. Feel free to see through his disguise. See full description of ability for tips on doing so.

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. He has to obey commands that invoke his "true" name.

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. Known throughout the community center for being an unusual cross between “vodka aunt” and “mom friend”.

Misc Information: Folks buy drugs off of him sometimes.