EPONYMOUS FEY, DISTRICT 7
Sept 11, 2013 4:53:33 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Sept 11, 2013 4:53:33 GMT -5
Name: EGGHEADED IDIOT WHO THINKS HE CAN FLY OR WHATEVER?
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 7
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:
Personality:
HE'S GOT A BIT OF A MANIC, 'IF I PUT ON GOGGLES, EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY' SORT OF LOOK TO HIM.
History:
Eponymous has never been entirely all there. Maybe his mother's stories filled his head up to the brim and he never learned anything else. The general assumption is that he was dropped on his head as a babe. With wide, curious eyes he looks at the world in a ponderous sort of way, he's the type to stop in his tracks and try to put back together the cracked shell of a snail, fruitless as it may be. Every step he takes is tentative because Eponymous knows he is not meant for the ground. He was born an albatross, but by some cruel design was turned human boy. He is forever trying to figure out how to take to the air and remove this cruel curse. He's spent many an hour designing winged contraptions to help him in this endeavor. He's convinced that his little sister, Mosca, is a changeling. If she doesn't get back to her people soon, she very well might perish, and he can't have that. He's been plotting their escape to the woods for weeks now.
Codeword: DID U SEE THE THING O DAIR?
UHHHH HE LIKES TO MAKE WINGS AND LIKES BIRDS SO HE PROBABLY HAS A FLOCK OF DOVES THAT DELIVER WEIRD MESSAGES TO HIS SISTER AND BROTHERS. THERE IS ALSO A NANNY GOOSE THAT KEEPS HIM FROM FALLING OFF CLIFFS. HIS NAME IS NATALIE. IT'S A WEIRD NAME FOR A MALE GOOSE, BUT HE LIKES IT. GO FIGURE.
Once upon a time, on the outskirts of the seventh district, there was a relatively nondescript cottage. In this cottage, there lived a mother, a father, four sons and one daughter. The mother was a lovely lady with laughter lines etched like spider's webs from the corners of her mouth, and the father was a lumberjack who only ever wore plaid. The mother and the father were very much in live, and loved their children dearly. In the evenings, the talented mother would weave stories about the fair folk who lived in the woods around their home, and the father would leave cups of milk out on the window sill to appease them. The children grew up on a diet of haphazard magic and home cooked meals. Once though, on a very dark and stormy night, the father did not come home to hang up his ax and be a father again.
So the mother pulled on her rubber boots and tramped off into the woods to find her husband. "He'd always had a poor sense of direction," she'd say. "He probably has gone off the wrong way," she'd say. So that night the children waited for their mother to drag their father back home by the ear. They waited and they waited and they waited. After two days they began to wonder if they were coming back, after a week the eldest decided they weren't. After four months, the youngest still hoped that they would.
These are the Fey children.
Comments/Other:
HE is FOR MY FEYS PLOT.SOME DAY I'LL BEEEEE, PART OF THAT WORRRRRRRLD~~~~
also the quote is Ernest Hemingway u guys.