Fen

Personal Species OC | Afab transmasc-nonbinary, Achillean | He/they

7/26/???? | 18 yrs old | 4"8

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"H-he... killed my- my only friend--- he killed him, and for what?"

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Table of Contents: Playlist Voiceclaim

1. Personality

2. Other Info

3. Likes/Dislikes

4. Magic-related

5. Appearance/Clothing

6. Avian Form

7. Lore Dump

Personality:

- Seemingly shy, but eccentric

- Very clingy

- Easily consumed by paranoia

- Struggles with expressing needs and usually follows along with what someone else is doing

Other Info

A personal species critter of mine called Averiformes

Comes from a different multiverse 

Watched his best friend get killed by a Guardian he worshipped

Often has nightmares about this event

Was adopted by Syn, deity of Mind after one of Syn’s allies found Fen on his own

Has been given ample opportunity for creating and tinkering thanks to Syn

Basically Syn’s mentee 

Afraid to call Syn a father despite how much of one the deity feels like to him

Doesn’t really understand how human technology works, and he’s only ever seen a TV before

Likes/Dislikes

Loves parfaits, dubstep, jewelry, feral critters, space, astrology, glow in the dark things, engineering and technology, and tinkering with and inventing gadgets

Hates his biological family, tight clothes, and weak cramps(would prefer to be in excruciating pain than just a little bit)

Scared of letting people down, being incapable of helping, getting covered in oil, tubas, and cats

Magic-Related

Can heal others by shaking his wings over top of wounds

Healing comes from a glittery substance that falls from the underside of his wings when he shakes them

He cannot heal wounds several days old, broken/fractured bones, or severed limbs(would only be able to stop the loss of blood by generating platelets at an accelerated rate)

Can pass out from over-exhaustion or even fall into a short coma if too much energy is exerted

Appearance/Clothing

Feathers match the hues of green [hair] that his human form bears. The closer you get to the edge of the limbs such as tail, wings, and legs, the darker the color of the feathers. 

His wings, both in human and avian forms, share glowing lime markings on the undersides. 

Has a pendant that contains a view of his late friends constellation

       Fen’s Wardrobe

Avian Form

Avian form height: 4”0

His avio-feral form(the bird form) can make noise just like other birds

Noises usually sound like a “sneh” 

Lacks any sort of threatening vocals except for a hiss

The equivalent both in action and use of gasping for humans

Sometimes snores in his sleep, which sounds similar to this

Sleeps the same way most other birds do; fluff out their feathers below their outer feathers, turn their head to face backward and tuck their beak into their back

PAST THIS POINT IS A LOT OF LORE INCLUDING DEATH. CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK

Also its outdated I need to rewrite it lmao

Originating from a tribal group of birdfolk, Fen spent his youth in a village that made homes in trees similar in height and thickness to redwoods, and on the ground below said gargantuan trees. The tribe were extremely secluded from interaction outside of their own people, and would execute any who stepped on their land as per an agreement made almost a century ago between a past tribe leader and a leader of colonists looking to start a town nearby. This agreement of course was stepped on many times by both the innocent and the evil. None were left to live after their intrusion. 

Fen was very much against the killing of intruders, and actively would disappear from the village during the night to meet folks of the nearby town established so long ago. These acts against the tribe led to Fen being hated and outcast by most members, including his own family. Even with these treatments, he was banned from becoming a gatherer or a hunter for the tribe as that would mean exiting the village to with which he was distrusted in doing. Despite the disappearances Fen made at night, nobody was set to ever watch the boy during that time, as the midnight hours were considered extremely important to the tribe, and everyone- including guards- were prohibited from staying awake late to allow for the best resting cycles, and peak performance for all members of the tribe. Besides, how many fools outside of the village would do such a thing as throw away their best performance for just a few more hours of waking?

The lack of nighttime surveillance allowed for Fen to continue his nightly travels to the homes of townsfolk. 

Nearing the end of his 17th year of life, Fen met a boy named Fletcher. On the night of meeting one another, Fletcher was practicing archery, which had caught the attention of Fen. He remained in the bushes as the boy rehearsed his talent, and once Fletcher was done for the night, the bird person clapped softly. The noise alerted Fletcher, who glanced around the foliage beside his home. "That's so cool," Fen stated, grinning. The archer in training smiled and replied, "You really think so? I'm working hard to be just like my grandpa and my dad! They're both master archers- I wanna be just like them, someday!" 

From there, the boys shared their names and age with each other. This was where Fen learned that the boy he was speaking to was just a year younger than he. It was in this same conversation that Fen learned Fletcher was the grandson of Dream, Guardian of Positivity. Fletcher meanwhile, learned that Fen's tribe worshipped Dream, and his brother, Night, Guardian of Negativity. He learned that the tribe Fen was a member of is very strict about folks outside of said tribe. 

After these tidbits of information as well as much more was traded between the two, They said their goodbyes and headed separate ways.

For the next two weeks, Fen and Fletcher have their night time meetings, to which they share even more about themselves; Fen shares his more avian form, his deadname and his dislike in his appearance and clothing, his wishes to be more like a boy, and a healing ability that stems from his wings. Fletcher shares his relationships, his love for nature, his cool cousin named Terror, and even showed Fen some movies on something called a TV. 

A few days before Fen's birthday, Fletcher's family had some altercations that ended with Fletcher and his relatives becoming separated, and Fletcher spending time in the forest on his own. Fen meanwhile, was simply lounging in the village, eating his ration of food... Until village scouts returned, restraining a boy of whom Fen recognized; Fletcher.

Fen was quick to state that Fletcher wasn't a threat, and was probably just lost. 

"You know the boy's name?" Asked one of the scouts. The traitor rose to his feet and yelled, "Yes, he's my friend! Don't hurt him!" Fletcher's attention was caught now; he looked at Fen. "F-fenny..." 

"He's the descendant of Dream, you can't hurt him," explained the young birdperson who glanced to his friend with worry. "Oh, he is, now," said a higher-up as they approached the situation, "Then how about he prove it with that bow and quiver he has?" 

"Then just- just let go of him and he will!" 

The elder blinked, and his eyes shifted between the restrainers. They promptly let Fletcher go, and led him to a small archery zone. Fen followed.

Fletcher nervously wrested his bow, and docked an arrow. He could feel the eyes of these tribespeople burning into his head. Fen, with just as much nervousness, encouraged his friend from afar. 

Time was taken aiming, and then, the shot was taken. But the boy was under so much pressure, and… missed. He was met with sour expressions from the birdfolk. "No child of Dream would miss a target entirely; take him to the execution tree."

"No," Fen shouted, “No leave him alone!!” He attempted to bolt for his friend, but was restrained, just as Fletcher was. "No, don’t hurt him! You can’t hurt him!" The human boy watched Fen as he was dragged away, his expression soft and somber. "I'm- so-sorry, Fenny," whimpered Fletcher, "I was nervous.."

Fen screamed and screamed, thrashing and fighting his restraints. He watched his only friend get tied up like some sort of criminal. The friend’s soft, sad eyes with Fen, and he smiled. "Than-thank you for being a— a great friend, F-Fenny," called Fletcher, "I love you.."

Moments later, the shot was taken; Bullseye.

Wip