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Name: Braken "Hummingbird" Huminean
Species: Fae
Gender: Male
Age: 23 Fae years, 161 human
Appearance: Braken is 5 ft 3" tall, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. His moth-like wings are a pale grey with a few silvery rings in their centers for decoration. Most of the time however, he keeps these hidden beneath his black cloak. When wearing this, and his humble leather jerkin and trousers, he looks like a relativly normal human. He never wears boots, always walking bare-foot wherever he goes. He has no particularly distinguishing features, save the broad grin he always wears, and the uneasy glint of malice in his eye.
Weapons/Magic Spells: Braken carries five vials of poison in a sash across his chest, two for incapacitation, three for killing at various speeds. He also carries two throwing knives, one strapped to either ankle. Braken carries no real close combat weapons, but makes up for this with his astounding agility and prowess in unarmed combat. As a air Fae, he also has an inate affinity with the wind, able to conjure strong gusts of air, to make himself lighter, and a few other simple things. He is merely adverage in his knowledge of air magic. At least for a Fae.
Weaknesses: He carries no combat weapon, often relying on the weapons he relieves his opponents of. This can lead to problems when facing bestial foes, or creatures too strong to be disarmed. He also toys with his enemies. While he may have the ability to kill three men in little time, he always drags out the kills, taunting and playing with them. This can often lead to unexpected table turning.
Personality: Braken is a sociably Fae. He speaks his mind and is always interested in talking to people, if not listening to them. Braken's excitable nature, combined with his natural swifness lead to him always moving, which often annoys those around him. This playful attitude extends to combat, where he will happily joke and talk as he attacks his enemies, sometimes even talking to their bodies if no-one is left. He won't go out of his way to start a fight, as he isn't openly psychotic, he just doesn't take killing and death seriously. To him, its natural, so you might as well have fun!
Bio: Braken was born to a medium sized, close community of wind Fae. He grew up in a caring family, had many close friends and always helped his kin where needed. One day, their clan leader was challenged to a fight for superiority by a younger Fae, and in the ensuing dual, the old clan leader was outwitted by the younger, who promptly disarmed and badly wounded him. To Braken's suprise, he was hailed as the new leader, while the old one limped away to tend his wound. Ideas began sprouting in his head. If this was the way to lead the people, he could do it too!
When he was just 7 Fae years old, there was a feast for the entire clan. Seizing the opportunity, Braken slipped a potent poison into the leader's drink, and watched with a grin as he collapsed and died on the spot. The outraged banqueters lept from their seats demanding the murderer be found. Braken walked calmly forwards and told them it was him. He had out-witted the clan leader, so he should lead them: He'd won.
To his shock and surprise, his family cast him away from their cliff top home, hurling stones and blast of wind at him to keep him away whenever he returned. Alone and confused, Braken wandered aimlessly, until he came to a human city. There, he spent almost a Fae year living off the streets, trying to join a new family. He approached a richly dressed woman in the street, asking if he could join her clan, as he had lost his own, as was customary among Fae. The woman raised her hand to strike him, but at that moment, the woman's young daughter asked if she could "keep him?" to which the woman reluctantly agreed. He was taken to a huge, walled house, the likes of which the young Fae had never even seen before, let alone entered. There, he was treated with what he assumed to be kindness: They took away his rags and gave him brightly coloured tights and jerkins to wear, along with huge shoes and a hat with bells. He especially liked the shiny black collar they allowed him to have, and he wore it with pride wherever he went. He was allowed to sleep on the rug at the bottom of the young girl's bed, but only so long as his hand remained ties to the bedpost, to stop him from losing her, he assumed.
After a few years, the girl grew older and tired of Braken, who she claimed was "too ugly" and that she "hated the sight of him." Braken was sad she wanted him gone. But he had grown to love the girl so devised a plan to help her. Using a pin from his hat to pick the lock on the chain that held him to her bed one night, Braken crept to the sleeping girl and blinded her with the pin. That way, she wouldn't be upset by how ugly he was. To his suprise, she started screaming and the guards tried to attack him! Braken once again fled, soaring out of the window with his wings.
Over the next few years, Braken came to understand life properly. He also came to learn the skills neccassary to earn money: Picking locks, moving silently, and assessing what items were most valuable. At the age of 16, he was one of the city's most accomplished thieves. His friends in the thief coomunity also taught him to fight, especially the ex-assassin Norla, who he looked upon as both a mother and a teacher. Norla taught him the unarmed fighting style she used: The Wasp, relying on lighting speed and short, deadly blows. It was she who gave him the knickname "Hummingbird", both for his hyperactive movements, and his speedy combat. When he had outlived Norla, and all his friends, Braken left the city, much richer, older, and more experianced. He had little interest in the war being fought at the time, prefering to use his services as a thief to enrich his own life. He is a thief of some repute, but is also a gifted assassin, at least for those who can seek him out.
Species: Fae
Gender: Male
Age: 23 Fae years, 161 human
Appearance: Braken is 5 ft 3" tall, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. His moth-like wings are a pale grey with a few silvery rings in their centers for decoration. Most of the time however, he keeps these hidden beneath his black cloak. When wearing this, and his humble leather jerkin and trousers, he looks like a relativly normal human. He never wears boots, always walking bare-foot wherever he goes. He has no particularly distinguishing features, save the broad grin he always wears, and the uneasy glint of malice in his eye.
Weapons/Magic Spells: Braken carries five vials of poison in a sash across his chest, two for incapacitation, three for killing at various speeds. He also carries two throwing knives, one strapped to either ankle. Braken carries no real close combat weapons, but makes up for this with his astounding agility and prowess in unarmed combat. As a air Fae, he also has an inate affinity with the wind, able to conjure strong gusts of air, to make himself lighter, and a few other simple things. He is merely adverage in his knowledge of air magic. At least for a Fae.
Weaknesses: He carries no combat weapon, often relying on the weapons he relieves his opponents of. This can lead to problems when facing bestial foes, or creatures too strong to be disarmed. He also toys with his enemies. While he may have the ability to kill three men in little time, he always drags out the kills, taunting and playing with them. This can often lead to unexpected table turning.
Personality: Braken is a sociably Fae. He speaks his mind and is always interested in talking to people, if not listening to them. Braken's excitable nature, combined with his natural swifness lead to him always moving, which often annoys those around him. This playful attitude extends to combat, where he will happily joke and talk as he attacks his enemies, sometimes even talking to their bodies if no-one is left. He won't go out of his way to start a fight, as he isn't openly psychotic, he just doesn't take killing and death seriously. To him, its natural, so you might as well have fun!
Bio: Braken was born to a medium sized, close community of wind Fae. He grew up in a caring family, had many close friends and always helped his kin where needed. One day, their clan leader was challenged to a fight for superiority by a younger Fae, and in the ensuing dual, the old clan leader was outwitted by the younger, who promptly disarmed and badly wounded him. To Braken's suprise, he was hailed as the new leader, while the old one limped away to tend his wound. Ideas began sprouting in his head. If this was the way to lead the people, he could do it too!
When he was just 7 Fae years old, there was a feast for the entire clan. Seizing the opportunity, Braken slipped a potent poison into the leader's drink, and watched with a grin as he collapsed and died on the spot. The outraged banqueters lept from their seats demanding the murderer be found. Braken walked calmly forwards and told them it was him. He had out-witted the clan leader, so he should lead them: He'd won.
To his shock and surprise, his family cast him away from their cliff top home, hurling stones and blast of wind at him to keep him away whenever he returned. Alone and confused, Braken wandered aimlessly, until he came to a human city. There, he spent almost a Fae year living off the streets, trying to join a new family. He approached a richly dressed woman in the street, asking if he could join her clan, as he had lost his own, as was customary among Fae. The woman raised her hand to strike him, but at that moment, the woman's young daughter asked if she could "keep him?" to which the woman reluctantly agreed. He was taken to a huge, walled house, the likes of which the young Fae had never even seen before, let alone entered. There, he was treated with what he assumed to be kindness: They took away his rags and gave him brightly coloured tights and jerkins to wear, along with huge shoes and a hat with bells. He especially liked the shiny black collar they allowed him to have, and he wore it with pride wherever he went. He was allowed to sleep on the rug at the bottom of the young girl's bed, but only so long as his hand remained ties to the bedpost, to stop him from losing her, he assumed.
After a few years, the girl grew older and tired of Braken, who she claimed was "too ugly" and that she "hated the sight of him." Braken was sad she wanted him gone. But he had grown to love the girl so devised a plan to help her. Using a pin from his hat to pick the lock on the chain that held him to her bed one night, Braken crept to the sleeping girl and blinded her with the pin. That way, she wouldn't be upset by how ugly he was. To his suprise, she started screaming and the guards tried to attack him! Braken once again fled, soaring out of the window with his wings.
Over the next few years, Braken came to understand life properly. He also came to learn the skills neccassary to earn money: Picking locks, moving silently, and assessing what items were most valuable. At the age of 16, he was one of the city's most accomplished thieves. His friends in the thief coomunity also taught him to fight, especially the ex-assassin Norla, who he looked upon as both a mother and a teacher. Norla taught him the unarmed fighting style she used: The Wasp, relying on lighting speed and short, deadly blows. It was she who gave him the knickname "Hummingbird", both for his hyperactive movements, and his speedy combat. When he had outlived Norla, and all his friends, Braken left the city, much richer, older, and more experianced. He had little interest in the war being fought at the time, prefering to use his services as a thief to enrich his own life. He is a thief of some repute, but is also a gifted assassin, at least for those who can seek him out.
