Living among other satyr, Fainem prefers to spend time doing nothing of value - Poking around in places they shouldn't be, singing, drinking horrible satyr wine, getting muddy and doing annoying magics - in a dense, enchanted forest. However, they get bored easily, and often wander into places where humans might encounter them; They're not exactly hostile, but whether they'll be friendly or a massive inconvenience is a coin toss only biased by whether or not said humans seem fun to them.

They're mostly harmless and easily befriended by invitations to go urban exploring or offerings of booze or sex, and despite their mischievous nature, they're quite reliable when their intimate knowledge of the forest's temper is needed by friends led astray in the more mystical parts or when the paranormal finds its way out of the places it belongs.

Fainem is generally dubiously friendly, with a cheery disposition but a very blatant taste for mischief. They always speak with the same upbeat tone, but are almost brutally honest with their words, no matter how harsh they be; They're open about their feelings, and give out both bullshit and affection liberally, sometimes at the same time. They're a little awkward and quiet in conversation until they've assessed how much strange the other parties involved can handle, but once they know that they don't have to hold their tongue, those who can tolerate it will be subjected to their full loud personality.