Oh dears! I am finally posting a character. I blame the racial profile and the bio. >.> I made them harder to write than I should have.
Name: Daven
Species (sub-species/race): Pixie
Position in the circus/ship: Gofer, until he establishes a place for himself.
Physical Description: Daven is rather small. He stands shorter than the average human male (at about five feet tall) and thinner. However among pixies, he just about average size. He looks delicate, almost frail to humans. The only way he would stand out is if someone tripped over him. Luckily, his size allows for him to avoid such incidents. His hair falls in easy waves to his shoulders, he refers to it as brown for the sake of normality, but it seems to shimmer with other colors almost, as though he is constantly moving. His eyes do the same, although he prefers to just call them hazel. His smile is usually interpreted as a sweet, childlike grin. In all honesty, it isn't far off. He appears as a child in most ways, even though he's just about as big as he'll ever get. His complexion is rather pale, almost to the point of albinism. It does not glow as clearly as the as it might in another form, in the daylight it is almost impossible to tell. In the dark; however, it is much more evident that he is not quite human, if his size doesn't give it away. One other aspect that differentiates him from human is that it is not necessary for him to shave, he could not grow a beard if he wanted to.
Personality: For the most part, Daven is a straight-forward, honest guy. He'll tell you if he doesn't like you and he doesn't lie... not too much. Usually if you ask him a question, he'll answer without thinking and it'll be exactly what he means to say.
Background: Daven was born one of twins to a tribe leader’s family. His mother did not make it through the birth. Regardless, their father and his people did their best to raise the two young ones. There is little of note in his childhood, considering. His father chose a partner to rule alongside him, the female was stern, but bearing even one child seemed impossible for her. It was sad really. She was kept at his father’s side for appearances only after that. Perhaps his father did love the new female, perhaps he missed Daven’s mother. The male was not one to talk about his problems and Daven never asked.
Daven, as the male heir, was expected to take over when he was of age. However, there was a small problem. He did not have a mate when he came of age. He was considering no one. No one could bring him to any choice. He was simply not interested in inheriting the power of chief. He does not and did not feel himself capable of leadership. Not the way his sister and her mate were. They were the ones who deserved the power and Daven made his opinion clear. Yet his father persisted, he seemed determined to make his son the leader.
It was for this reason that Daven left. He disappeared from home one day without any goodbyes or notes. He knew that if he disappeared, the title of heir would be transferred to Giselle and that was for the best. He just had to make sure never to return. Let them think him a coward or dead, he wasn’t going back.
And he did not make it easy to find him. He eluded those who sought him long enough for them to give up and presume him dead. This was what he wanted, this freedom. Had he not been born to the Queen of his tribe, he might have been happy, but instead it had been expected that he become the next leader and nearly forced upon him. Peaceful as his kind were with each other, they were rather stuck on their traditions in leadership. He did not seek out another tribe of pixies, instead, he continued to travel down south through the mountains and into the lands of the Confederacy.
It was here that he heard tale of the Circus and here that he decided he wanted to see about joining them, after all, everyone fit in at a Circus, right? He just had to find their next location and get there before they did. Once among humans, he had taken his largest, flightless form to better fit and took odd jobs (even a bit of thieving) in exchange for food and shelter as he traveled. Jan was where he found himself after following the tales and rumors.
And, sure enough, he found chatter about the Circus being in town. But first, he had to get in. He tried to sneak in the first night and failed. Regardless of his insistence that he needed to speak to the ringmaster, who was apparently quite a popular man. Daven had yet to see him, so he really didn’t know. The next days’ performance was spent ‘earning’ the money he needed to catch the last show. And catch it, he did, now he intends to approach Freddie about joining his Circus, but first, he had to find the ringmaster.
Racial Profile or Culture Profile:On the Pixies of the Wildlands
Habitat: The pixie people are a very secluded people, they live entirely off the land and prefer not to be bothered with the wars of the other creatures on Saiph. So they live in the mountainous areas and the heavy forests. Most places with thick forests or tall mountains, one may expect to find a colony or two.
Family: A pixie family will normally consist of a mated couple and one child. The females are incapable of giving birth more than once, as it is such a strain on their small bodies; therefore, mothers and their young are greatly valued in the family life. On even rarer occasions twins will be born, it is unlikely that the mother will survive such an ordeal though.
Politics: Pixies are simple creatures with a simple hierarchy and peaceful dealings between various tribes. Most have a pair of leaders whose blooded descendant is chosen as the next leader. It is tradition among them to have a mated couple to represent them. Since they have such small families, disputes for the position happen very rarely. If they do, it is more likely to cause a split in tribes, than war.
The hierarchy is as follows: Leaders, Leaders’ child, Council, Working Class.
Every pixie has a job and most understand this. They are placed into their work according to their talents and interests. And so with few wars they live in harmony with nature and each other.
Diet: Pixies are known herbivores, having neither the size nor the desire to eat animals.
Forms: They are known to take various forms. Typically one of three, the smallest appears as a glowing orb (only about two inches in diameter) to the untrained eye and while some can see a form in the light, it is believed that only other pixies can see the details of this form. The second is what is believed to be a larger version of the orb of the previous form. It is decidedly humanoid (but no more than a foot tall) with slightly glowing skin, elongated ears, and wings that seem to be made of light itself (and so they are sometimes difficult to see). The last form is almost that of a short human, no more than five feet tall, usually shorter. They keep the elongated ears and their glow dims. Their wings are not present in this form, making this the least convenient for of the three, only useful when they need to make dealings with a human and not have too much suspicion concerning what they are.
Abilities: Pixies do have the ability to change between their forms at will. Also almost all pixies have a certain alignment to the earth. The knowledge of what may come regarding weather or unnatural changes to their forest homes is essential to their survival. Some may have a more powerful connection than others, though it may manifest itself in a variety of ways. Besides those the talents that a pixie posses may vary from one to another. However, most have just enough power to cause a bit of mayhem for travelers passing by their hidden homes.
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