Pooka || Nyx

[Nyx]

Pooka

Age: 20,000 years
Species: Somebody, Pooka

Primary Elements
1.) Darkness
2.) Moon
3.) Plant

Personality: A silent observer, the Pooka rarely speaks out; this is not due to any sort of innate shyness, but his lack of a need to contribute to conversations. He doesn’t care much for or about anything, and is rarely made upset or annoyed. Occasionally, he will voice out an opinion, although his remarks are usually brief. He does enjoy teasing others, and many of his comments are meant to instigate a response. He makes no attempt to hide his behavior, a gleeful shine in his eye and a knowing smirk ever present on his face. However, he has a kind nature underneath, and is usually sympathetic to the plights of others. In short: he is a quiet creature who enjoys having a bit of fun but is can be serious when the situation calls for it.

Appearance: While naturally a shapeshifter, the Pooka’s favored form is that of a small, anthropomorphic rabbit. In any form he takes, two characteristics remain constant: his black fur/skin/hide and his piercing golden eyes. His fur/hair is typically unkempt but remains relatively short.

History: The Pooka is an ancient creature, who has long since abandoned the memories of his early past--including his parents, his name, or any other affiliation he may have had. He does remember having lived in a marsh in the middle of an island, having few interactions with any other creatures. Every few decades, a human would make the mistake of wandering into his territory, which the young Faerie would always seize as an opportunity to have fun. His idea of fun, however, usually didn’t line up with the intruder’s; his pranks and games often came at the expense of the humans. Still, he never brought any real harm to his victims, and liked to think they had a good relationship.

He was soon to be proven wrong. See, as the older generations faded away, less and less of the newer generation began to believe in the folktales that had been passed down for centuries. In addition, the invasion of a new culture and religion overwhelmed and pushed away these stories even further. With their fantastical neighbors forgotten, the greedy humans thought it their right to expand into land previously avoided and respected. The Faeries desperately attempted to negotiate with them, but soon realized that such discourse was impossible. Logic and reasoning had blinded the humans, the Fair Folk made invisible to all but the scarce believers.

As his marshes were soon to be destroyed and overrun, the Pooka looked for a place where he could live without ever being disturbed again. He wandered the world, eventually running into a new breed of fairies—the Never Fairies—who lived on a similar island to his own, but isolated from the outside world. He followed them to what they referred to as Never Never Land, which often got truncated to Neverland. Much to his satisfaction, island was quite big, and hosted a variety of environments—including marshes. He settled down, carrying on the same antics as he did in his youth. As he grew older (though discovering he no longer grew older), such activities slowed down until they ceased entirely, save for the occasional regression. Unlike his own body, mischief was beginning to grow old, and the reactions he received rarely ever differed. Nothing changed; the world just ran in a continual loop. And, in return, so did his life.

Other Notes: [His shapeshifting abilities will be explained in his Skill Tree and his first encounter with Nyx will be roleplayed out. His will elements will remain three for now.]

[Nyx]

Bump!

[Faye]

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