The Oathcircle
     
     And though you be foolish or though you be wise, 
     With hair of silver or gold, 
     You could never be young as the fairies are, 
     And never as old. 

Rose Fyleman - "The Fairies have never a Penny to Spend"

This is our intrepid group of stalwart Fae, ready to boldly go where no man has gone before! Of course, plenty of the Fair Folk walk here all the time, but that's not the point!

Annekes Character:

NAME: Merílfen, of Clan Dikara.
FIRST IMPRESSION: Slightly nervous, insecure. Resourceful. Playful, lively. Has a small minority complex.
HAIR: Waist-length, black, thick. In Fae-Mien she has small, white flowers blossoming in it. Usually worn lose or in a wrist-thick single plait down her back.
SKIN: Slightly tanned.
HEIGHT: Tiny! Approximately 4’8”.
EYES: Green. In Fae-mien, they are even more intense green, and strangely alluring.
FACE: Symmetric, pretty. High cheekbones. Can remind of a cat. Smiles a lot.
CLOTHES: Standard mortal dress appropriate for the Middle Ages, in earthly colours.
BODY: Slim, petite.
OTHER: Cat ears in Fae-Mien. Almost always carries her bow and arrows with her, slung across her back, and in one of the pockets of her skirt she has several more bowstrings should the one she currently uses snap or be damaged.
AMBITIONS: Saving the world?
FEARS: Not to be accepted; to be caught without a way out; betrayal.
LIKES: Playing. Animals in general, cats especially. Men. Music, dancing, having fun. Baking. Taking care of others. Cuddling.
DISLIKES: Being pressured, ignored, or laughed at. Mess. Authority people who make it clear that they are of higher rank (think the Silûdar family).
HABITS: Sowing, tidying. Plays with her hair when she is nervous or when she sees something she likes.
IMPORTANT/PERSONAL ITEMS (THINGS SHE IS SELDOM SEEN WITHOUT): -
QUOTE: “Oh my.”

Victors Character:

NAME: Tuki
An enigmatic firstborn of the Autumn court, which likes to keep his secrets to himself... His thin form belies his power, and his short brown hair is eternally spotted with dying leaves. Gusts of wind tend to follow him around, and one could perhaps believe his skin was merely brown, until one saw the faint patterns of leaves there.
He was fortunate enough to have the notorious Kelthain as his Ritemaster, and they still keep in touch.

Tores Character

NAME: Cinaéd
Hår: Istedet for hår er det kun ild der det skulle vært hår. Takket være dette er han alltid dekket med et tynt lag ild. Håret, skjegget og barten er en masse med ild som brenner på hodet hans, men det har alikevell fasong (eller mangel derav) som noe vildt hår. Har såppas kontroll at ilden ikke tenner på alskens rariteter med mindre han vil det. Hud: Tykk og sprukken. Kan minne om forkullet ved. Han etterlater seg sot overalt på samme måte som, men i noe større mengder, at mennesker etterlater seg døde hudceller.
Høyde: Grovt regnet fire og en halv meter...
Øyne: Istedet for øyne har han noe som ser ut som to kuler av semi-fast ild som brenner i øyenhulene. Det er ingen pupiller så man kan i utgangspunktet ikke se hvor han stirrer.
Ansikt: Skjegg, bart, brennende øyne. Tror jeg egentlig har dekt alt.
Klær: Noe spartansk. Ikke at han har noe imot å pynte seg. Går vanligvis rundt i en chain rustning som går ned til knærne. Under har han lærreimer og slikt som er en del av rustningen, men ikke noe annet (ok da. undertøy også...). Har ikke veldig mye bruk padding under rustningen da huden er så
tykk. Har også, når han ikke er hjemme, på seg en stor mørk grønn kappe med hette som han trekker rundt seg når det regner. Den har noen lommer på innsia hvor han har små rariteter.
Kropp: Kraftig og kompakt, tiltross for høyden. Tydlige muskler.
Annet: All ild innenfor et par meter (minst) lener seg litt mot ham.

Description: A fire inanimae of the Summer court, born of a raging forest fire. Originally a soldier, but after the oath-truce set in he suddenly didn't have a job. So he took up smithing instead. Though normal smits often have rough skin as a result to the extreme fires they work with, Cinaéd has taken this to extremes. He is charred black, with flames constantly licking his form, and his eyes are as miniature furnaces in themselves. The smell of bonfires follows him wherever he goes. Ambisjoner: Å bli kjent blant mennesker og feer som den største (no pun intended) og beste smeden gjennom tidene! Også å lage noe som han kan huskes for all tid.
Frykter: Kirken. Det å miste sin evne til å lage ting.
Liker: Å smi. Egentlig bare det å lage ting. Ting som varer og blir satt pris på.
Liker ikke: Vann. Er ikke redd for det, men kan ikke fordra større mengder. Takler det litt bedre når han er i menneskeform eller tilsvarende.
Viktige/personlige eiendeler (noe man sjelden blir sett uten): Vulcan's
Hammer. Har den egentlig ikke så ofte med seg, men passer alltid på at den er så trygg som den kan bli.

Joars Character

Name: Illian Eylem
Førsteinntrykk: "Effective, courteous, attentive, elegant, a bit dandy, but all in all rather plesant" Quote from Merilfen
Hår: Dark brown, lying elegant to just below his shoulders, moving with his body.
Hud: White creamy
Høyde: About 170cm
Øyne: Dull orange/read, but strong in autum
Ansikt: Sleek and elegant.
Klær: Elegant clothing, different from situation to situation.But latly seen often with a light(and elegant) leather armor with a beutiful sword at the hip.
Kropp: Thin, too thin to be functional. But he mannages it, and looks good doing it.
Annet: His beauty is such that it hurts the eyes and heart to look at his visage for more than a fleeting moment. Illian is a firsborn of the Autumn court. He is a real courtwalker and prides himself in his abilities to manipulate people by telling the the truth, or part of it anyway. He's a man that knows looks are impotant and it shows. His beauty is such that it gnaws on the heart to gaze upon his visage for more than a fleeting moment. He is no warrior, but has survived so far by his wits alone. Illian is born high in the court and knows how to use it. He is known through britannia by mortals an faeries, and it is rumored that he's got allies in high places.

By mortals he is known as a wandering priest, an Illian likes this. He's just fascinated by religion, and living in Britain he has specialised in Chritianity. He always carries an expensive manmade bible and gives sermons from time to time. Mostly in the same village.
As a noble he is never without his servant Sallir, a will-o-wisp. Ambisjoner: To uncover how to forge golden oaths.
Frykter: To lose the love of his life... And his love FOR life
Liker: To work the courts by the sideline, when nobody noticed. Studying humans
Liker ikke: To loose and to be be leed in difavorable dealsfor him that is)
Vaner: To check up his apperance fast everytime he sees his reflection. Make deals!
Viktige/personlige eiendeler (noe man sjelden blir sett uten): Mirror, Human made bible
Quote: "Are you in need of help? I might be able to help you!"

Camillas Character

NAME: Aeve
Førsteinntrykk: Distré og lett (som i vekt).
Hår: Blått og alltid i vinden, går ca. halvveis ned på ryggen. I menneskeform kastanjebrunt.
Hud: Lyseblå.
Høyde: 160-ish
Øyne: Helt hvite, selv om du skimter irisen. Er skyblå i menneskeformen.
Ansikt: Rund form, og ganske myke trekk.
Klær: Ser ut som hun er kledd i tilfeldig fastbindte tøystykker i hvitt og lyseblått (en masse av dem!) I menneskeform har hun en helt normal bondekjole.
Kropp: Slank type veltrent.
Annet: Tja. Svever ca 10 centimeter over bakken

Ambisjoner: Finne tilbake tingen hun mistet. Eventuelt finne sin gamle mentor.
Frykter: Å ikke følge med på et kritisk tidspunkt.
Liker: Dansing, vinden
Liker ikke: Forstyrre menneskene, være i vindstille omgivelser
Vaner: Smådanser når hun går
Viktige/personlige eiendeler (noe man sjelden blir sett uten): Pinnen sin
Quote: "Hm?" eller "Primitive humans!"

Jørgens Character

Name: Nana
A firstborn of the Spring Court, she comes from the rather more frigid areas of Norway.

Sondres Character

NAME: Nameless or The Green Wanderer.
Førsteinntrykk: Strider/Vagrant. Or "that green thing over there."
Hår: Mørkebrunt og skulderlangt.
Hud: Lys
Høyde: 177cm +/- 25,4cm (5' 9,5" +/- 10")
Øyne: Medium Blå
Ansikt: Lange skjeggstubber. Ansiktet står ellers til resten av kroppen.
Klær: Oftest svart og/eller varme jordtoner, noe grønt. Som oftest mye lær.
Kropp: Smidig og tettbygd. Litt hår på bryst og armer.
Annet: Bestevennen Cecil, en enigmatisk, lysende, hvit-oransje will-o-wisp som kan ta formen til hva som helst. A heather (plant) inanimae, a solstice with no allegiance, but to time itself. The year starts with spring and then comes summer, after summer comes autumn and then comes winter, and then the cycle begin another year. Through these tides heather grows and heather persists, to this Solstice, that is the only truth worth knowing. He smells of heather ever so lightly and his skin has a healthy green hue. In his dark brown hair; gentle, little light blue flowers welcomes the light. Should you come close, you might see that his skin holds a thick texture of heather... In the very few fairy tales that mention his legend, he is only known as The Strider or the Green Wanderer, whose arrows decide the balance of future. Along him on his adventures flies an enigmatic and advanced Sprite by the name of Cecil. Ambisjoner: Å leve fri.Og nyligen også lysten på et bedre omdømme.
Frykter: At kristendommen skal vokse så stor at menneskene glemmer feene. Og at Presteskapet skal føre korstog mot dem.
Liker: Bestevennen Cecil. Fred og ro. Esam. Naturen, særlig den Skotske.
Liker ikke: Krig og kamp. Drap av andre Feer. Kristendommen og dens tjenere.
Vaner: Har ofte et litt fraværende/betenksomt uttrykk i ansiktet. Sammler på diverse plantefrø.
Viktige/ personlige eiendeler (noe man sjelden blir sett uten): En ustrengt Bue, Noen små skinnposer med assorterte plantefrø.
Quote: "Time, and time again the seasons turn, can you not see? Can you not perceive the Truth? There can be no victor in the War of Seasons."

Frode's Character (deceased)

NAME: Vukutae
An ice inanimae of the winter court. He's rather anti-autoritarian....with a vengeance! With hair composed of snow, eyes as completely white as snowballs in a blizzard and wings made of the thinnest ice, it's hard to mistake his nature and loyalties. But the glowing red eyes that appear in the darkness around him tends to unsettle people, as do the myriads of clawed footprints that seem to follow his own steps. What unseen presence lurks unseen, and what menace hides in his shadow?