Name: Naeri Rosesong
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Fairy
Abilities: Vaguely decent at growing magic, for all he doesn’t enjoy it too much. Very good at tinkering with more or less anything he finds, especially stuff several times larger than him. Fully capable of turning into a Visek elf whenever the urge strikes him.
Appearance: As a fairy, Naeri stands about two apples tall, with peachy skin and fluffy cinnamon hair. His eyes are a dark, leafy green, and he usually has a wide smile on his face. He’s rarely still, always finding a bit of hair or cloth to play with or straighten out; as a result, his clothes are usually a touch on the messy side. Beneath those, at the base of his spine, he was born with the image of a pink flower in bloom. Much like his sister’s, his wings are patterned with overlapping rose petals, though unlike hers, the points fan out from his back while the rounded tops form a smoothly scalloped edge.
As an elf, he looks much the same - same colors, same markings, plus a large tattoo of his wings across his back. He stands about five-foot-nine while disregarding posture.
Personality: Sweet, open, innocent, and honest. Very eager to please and perhaps a bit too cheerful sometimes. Also something of a hopeless romantic, for all he doesn’t show it very much. Overall, a complete dork.
Age: 110
Gender: Male
Species: Fairy
Abilities: Vaguely decent at growing magic, for all he doesn’t enjoy it too much. Very good at tinkering with more or less anything he finds, especially stuff several times larger than him. Fully capable of turning into a Visek elf whenever the urge strikes him.
Appearance: As a fairy, Naeri stands about two apples tall, with peachy skin and fluffy cinnamon hair. His eyes are a dark, leafy green, and he usually has a wide smile on his face. He’s rarely still, always finding a bit of hair or cloth to play with or straighten out; as a result, his clothes are usually a touch on the messy side. Beneath those, at the base of his spine, he was born with the image of a pink flower in bloom. Much like his sister’s, his wings are patterned with overlapping rose petals, though unlike hers, the points fan out from his back while the rounded tops form a smoothly scalloped edge.
As an elf, he looks much the same - same colors, same markings, plus a large tattoo of his wings across his back. He stands about five-foot-nine while disregarding posture.
Personality: Sweet, open, innocent, and honest. Very eager to please and perhaps a bit too cheerful sometimes. Also something of a hopeless romantic, for all he doesn’t show it very much. Overall, a complete dork.
