Post by pikky on Apr 14, 2008 8:46:57 GMT -5
Name: Percival 'Pikky' Sayore.
Age: Two and a half years.
Race: Pixie. {hope it's allowed...}
Physical Description: As with most pixies, I’d imagine that the first thing you’d notice about him is that he’s teenie. He stands at about five inches or so. And that really is small. You’d imagine him to be small and dainty, really, but he’s quite lanky, for a pixie. Unlike the image most pixies throw into mind, he does not wear a little green costume with a pointed hat. Trying to force him into one will result in the loss of eyes, and possibly limbs. He’s a vicious little thing when he wants to be—though I’m afraid to say that size does matter... slightly... and that he isn’t the greatest of fighters.
He could never pass off for human, and not just because of his midget-sized self; he has the characteristic pointed ears, too, and those slanty pixie-eyes. With dark hair that sticks up inanely and rather larger-than-average green-brown eyes, he has a pointed nose and is usually scowling. Like many pixies, he is strong in relation to his size, probably able to carry things his own weight or more with some level of ease... though he isn’t as strong as most pixies, simply because he is lazy. Back in the day, pixies dressed up in leaves and flower petals and that sort of jazz, but Pikky really is not the ‘running-free-in-the-wilderness’ type, and usually dons clothes not dissimilar to a human peasant.
Pikky also has wings. They are about the same size as his entire body, and are translucent, almost papery, and are coloured a creamy off-white with silvery veins. He has to be careful with them as they are easily torn, and without his ability to fly, Pikky is pretty much screwed, to use modern terminology. Oh, and watch his pointed little teeth. Bleh. They can draw blood. Ah, and he has all of the drawbacks of your average pixie; an allergy to silver (it burns skin and can kill them if it gets into the blood), an aversion to all metals, a strange craving for milk (huh, don’t ask me) and—if he were to get wet—he would lose the ability to fly until he dried off, and his limited ‘magic’ would be dampened when around water.
He’s not really that magical, is Pikky. He can occasionally muster up the ability to move something a little or hit someone with an annoying tingling sensation, but nothing that’s much of any... value. Pixie-dust is apparently a magical substance, but not being one for apothecary, Pikky sees no point in it.
Personality: Oh, my. What an insanely vicious creature. Looking at his tiny form and hearing the name ‘Pikky’, you think, “Aww, how cute,” ...don’t you? But that is not, in any way, how you should treat this poisonous little creature. Pikky is nasty. To put it bluntly, he’s an arse! He’s horrible to practically everyone he meets—certainly, it is in his pixie blood to tease and play pranks on people, but he is a lot more horrible than that. He’s mean just because he gets a kick out of it, and is snappy and sarcastic to everyone just for fun. He’s downright rude, and anti-social in every sense of the word.
He is also a bit of a... violent little pixie. He scratches, bites, and pretty much throws himself at anyone who dares oppose him. It’s quite funny to watch, sometimes, because he usually doesn’t do much damage. He’s hot-headed and makes decisions on his feet, making snap decisions that may or may not be the correct one. He doesn’t think things through properly, and rushes at everything, though when he’s set his mind to something—well, he is incredibly stubborn. He is also very wary, and doesn’t trust anyone; in an almost paranoid way, he is always demanding proof of other people’s alliances, and will probably still attack them anyway.
To be honest, he’s unintelligent. He is not a smart pixie. Though he does have that stand of cunning bred into him from years of trickery, he would never cut it as a brain surgeon. He isn’t intelligent, he’s not even bordering on smart. If you want any sort of diplomacy handled delicately, keep Pikky away, because he’ll probably ruin it. He’s brash, quick, and has a temper that skyrockets within seconds. His stupidity causes amusement to others, sometimes, but other than that... well. Poor Pikky. It makes him slightly easy to manipulate, though I wouldn’t count on it—the laws of logic do not apply to Pikky, and he is constantly doing things that people don’t expect for the hell of it.
This makes him untrustworthy, of course. If he’s capable of stabbing you in the back, expect it... that is, if he’ll gain anything.
Grumpiness is probably one of his main traits. He’s always complaining about something or other, this or that, bleh, bleh. Once you get him started, he’ll never shut up. Actually, you probably won’t even have to get him started. Oh, this one’s a pessimist alright—speaking in figurative terms, to him, the bath isn’t only half-empty, but he’s certain that some miscreant stole the half of the bathwater that’s missing. If there’s a negative side to something, he’ll think of it, say it, and then accuse you of planning it all along. Hum.
And, thanks to his pixie heritage (which, of course, includes the brownies), he has an obsession with keeping everything neat and tidy. Whether it’s just stacking pebbles on top of each other or arranging every single book in a shop in alphabetical order, Pikky is completely obsessed with keeping everything neat and tidy. If anyone was to make a mess in a place that he had just been tidying, it’d drive him up the wall. Being an outgoing sort of fellow, he would probably get right into their face and give them what for. And probably scare them a lot, too.
So, all in all... not the easiest of people to get along with. Upon first meeting him, he’d probably fly out of nowhere and try to poke you in the eye. He likes to rant and rave and has odd boundaries about how close people get to him, physically and mentally; but... well, alright, I suppose he can be alright once you get to know him.
History: An unremarkable childhood, Pikky was raised in an underground mound in the west of Devon along with his seventy-six brothers and sisters. Upon reaching the age of one—funnily enough, making him viable for adulthood (for pixies, one year is about ten years, ça va?)—he and the rest of his siblings who were old enough dispersed, swarming like a flock of locusts over the lands. Soon, they had all gone their separate ways, and Pikky drifted for another year or so before finally arriving here. Really, there isn’t an awful lot to say. But he’s made a fair few enemies on his travels, which is to be expected of someone like him.
Age: Two and a half years.
Race: Pixie. {hope it's allowed...}
Physical Description: As with most pixies, I’d imagine that the first thing you’d notice about him is that he’s teenie. He stands at about five inches or so. And that really is small. You’d imagine him to be small and dainty, really, but he’s quite lanky, for a pixie. Unlike the image most pixies throw into mind, he does not wear a little green costume with a pointed hat. Trying to force him into one will result in the loss of eyes, and possibly limbs. He’s a vicious little thing when he wants to be—though I’m afraid to say that size does matter... slightly... and that he isn’t the greatest of fighters.
He could never pass off for human, and not just because of his midget-sized self; he has the characteristic pointed ears, too, and those slanty pixie-eyes. With dark hair that sticks up inanely and rather larger-than-average green-brown eyes, he has a pointed nose and is usually scowling. Like many pixies, he is strong in relation to his size, probably able to carry things his own weight or more with some level of ease... though he isn’t as strong as most pixies, simply because he is lazy. Back in the day, pixies dressed up in leaves and flower petals and that sort of jazz, but Pikky really is not the ‘running-free-in-the-wilderness’ type, and usually dons clothes not dissimilar to a human peasant.
Pikky also has wings. They are about the same size as his entire body, and are translucent, almost papery, and are coloured a creamy off-white with silvery veins. He has to be careful with them as they are easily torn, and without his ability to fly, Pikky is pretty much screwed, to use modern terminology. Oh, and watch his pointed little teeth. Bleh. They can draw blood. Ah, and he has all of the drawbacks of your average pixie; an allergy to silver (it burns skin and can kill them if it gets into the blood), an aversion to all metals, a strange craving for milk (huh, don’t ask me) and—if he were to get wet—he would lose the ability to fly until he dried off, and his limited ‘magic’ would be dampened when around water.
He’s not really that magical, is Pikky. He can occasionally muster up the ability to move something a little or hit someone with an annoying tingling sensation, but nothing that’s much of any... value. Pixie-dust is apparently a magical substance, but not being one for apothecary, Pikky sees no point in it.
Personality: Oh, my. What an insanely vicious creature. Looking at his tiny form and hearing the name ‘Pikky’, you think, “Aww, how cute,” ...don’t you? But that is not, in any way, how you should treat this poisonous little creature. Pikky is nasty. To put it bluntly, he’s an arse! He’s horrible to practically everyone he meets—certainly, it is in his pixie blood to tease and play pranks on people, but he is a lot more horrible than that. He’s mean just because he gets a kick out of it, and is snappy and sarcastic to everyone just for fun. He’s downright rude, and anti-social in every sense of the word.
He is also a bit of a... violent little pixie. He scratches, bites, and pretty much throws himself at anyone who dares oppose him. It’s quite funny to watch, sometimes, because he usually doesn’t do much damage. He’s hot-headed and makes decisions on his feet, making snap decisions that may or may not be the correct one. He doesn’t think things through properly, and rushes at everything, though when he’s set his mind to something—well, he is incredibly stubborn. He is also very wary, and doesn’t trust anyone; in an almost paranoid way, he is always demanding proof of other people’s alliances, and will probably still attack them anyway.
To be honest, he’s unintelligent. He is not a smart pixie. Though he does have that stand of cunning bred into him from years of trickery, he would never cut it as a brain surgeon. He isn’t intelligent, he’s not even bordering on smart. If you want any sort of diplomacy handled delicately, keep Pikky away, because he’ll probably ruin it. He’s brash, quick, and has a temper that skyrockets within seconds. His stupidity causes amusement to others, sometimes, but other than that... well. Poor Pikky. It makes him slightly easy to manipulate, though I wouldn’t count on it—the laws of logic do not apply to Pikky, and he is constantly doing things that people don’t expect for the hell of it.
This makes him untrustworthy, of course. If he’s capable of stabbing you in the back, expect it... that is, if he’ll gain anything.
Grumpiness is probably one of his main traits. He’s always complaining about something or other, this or that, bleh, bleh. Once you get him started, he’ll never shut up. Actually, you probably won’t even have to get him started. Oh, this one’s a pessimist alright—speaking in figurative terms, to him, the bath isn’t only half-empty, but he’s certain that some miscreant stole the half of the bathwater that’s missing. If there’s a negative side to something, he’ll think of it, say it, and then accuse you of planning it all along. Hum.
And, thanks to his pixie heritage (which, of course, includes the brownies), he has an obsession with keeping everything neat and tidy. Whether it’s just stacking pebbles on top of each other or arranging every single book in a shop in alphabetical order, Pikky is completely obsessed with keeping everything neat and tidy. If anyone was to make a mess in a place that he had just been tidying, it’d drive him up the wall. Being an outgoing sort of fellow, he would probably get right into their face and give them what for. And probably scare them a lot, too.
So, all in all... not the easiest of people to get along with. Upon first meeting him, he’d probably fly out of nowhere and try to poke you in the eye. He likes to rant and rave and has odd boundaries about how close people get to him, physically and mentally; but... well, alright, I suppose he can be alright once you get to know him.
History: An unremarkable childhood, Pikky was raised in an underground mound in the west of Devon along with his seventy-six brothers and sisters. Upon reaching the age of one—funnily enough, making him viable for adulthood (for pixies, one year is about ten years, ça va?)—he and the rest of his siblings who were old enough dispersed, swarming like a flock of locusts over the lands. Soon, they had all gone their separate ways, and Pikky drifted for another year or so before finally arriving here. Really, there isn’t an awful lot to say. But he’s made a fair few enemies on his travels, which is to be expected of someone like him.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.