Blink
- Race
- Sylph
- Tribe
- Pixie
- Title
- tbd
- Born
- tbd
- Died
- n/a
- Aliases
- Poppy (baby name)
- Blink (child name)
- tbd
- Family and Close Relations
- Sigrid Farstrider (mother)
- @$!% (bee)
- Felix Cogswain (father)
- Elma Bloodgold (stepmother)
- "Cloud" (elder brother)
- Huckleberry "Huck" Redhand (younger brother)
- Boysenberry "Bo" Redhand (younger brother)
- Clovis Belltower (adoptive father figure)
- Headmistress Magnolia Ivylocks (school matron)
- Buckminster "Buckley" Heatherdown (boyfriend/betrothed)
- Racial characteristics
- Flight, glamour, wind dancing, winter transformation
- Sex
- Female
- Height
- 85mm
- Weight
- 4.9g
- Hair
- Spring green
- Eyes
- Spring green
- Birth flower
- Poppy
- Season
- tbd
- Affiliations
- Cloverdale Prepatory School
- Traveling Circus (name tbd)
- The Tribute (the 33rd)
Once the pride of her home village, Blink earned her way into (fancy prep school), with her eyes set on the highest heights: the Eternal City. While everyone in her school has mastered some sort of art form, Blink's dancing has been exceptional since she was a toddler, when she earned her name by fluttering so fast she seemed to teleport. She was set to ace her exams and secure her place among the elite, but a terrible curse manifested at the wrong time: involuntary transformation into a Winter Fae.
Her prospects destroyed, expelled from her school, she could only return home to face the disappointment of her family, for whose sake she had sought her social mobility. Her siblings blamed her for her failings, and while her father was endlessly patient and compassionate, his compassion, at his mother's direction, would be to hide her away at home and take care of her. Instead, she chose to leave home and travel with (Traveling Circus name TBD), who were themselves outsiders and misfits, offering her a new kind of family and freedom.
In this outfit, she at least found a use for her talents, even if her social ambitions had been thwarted. And it gave her opportunities to travel, seeing lands she'd never imagined visiting. But even amongst misfits, she didn't find lasting companionship. Others, perhaps jealous of her, kept encouraging her to endanger herself, disguised as support for her daring performances and bonding exercises outside of work. When one such outing ended with her captured by a snow owl who meant to feed her to her owlets, and against all odds, she clawed her way out of the situation and back to safety, she realized there was no place for her amongst them either.
In her hopeless state, she set out alone, soon finding herself overwhelmed by the cold climate, lost in the snow and unable to find shelter. As luck would have it, a lone soldier found her and took her to a safe haven, where she could recover and plan her next steps. He guided her to (name TBD), a Leprechaun who looked at her curse not with judgment, but curiousity, for he never encountered a problem he couldn't engineer a solution for. In him, she found a mentor and indeed a father figure, encouraging her to learn, but never promising her unearned success. Solving her curse with tinkering was no mean feat, but as time elapsed, she began to feel comfortable amongst the Leprechauns, who cared little for social hierarchies and much more for academic and artisanal merit, a battlefield on which she could hold her own.
While she never gave up hope of curing her curse, she gradually let go of the urgency of finding a solution, feeling quite content in her current environment, when the most unexpected development occurred: a sprite from the World Tree informed her she'd been chosen as Tribute for the Nymph race. A glitterbomb of emotions went off in her head--in one instant, she was being promised more social advancement, recognition, and opportunities than she had ever dreamed of, and in the next, she was faced with the daunting reality of being marched in front of a very attentive public who would have a front-row seat to her horrible curse...not least among that audience would be the Queen herself.
As she marches south back toward the city she thought she'd never see, she increasingly wonders if she should even take the next step, or instead flee into the wilds and never show her face again. Her pride and her shame battle for control of her will, even as the Winter Fae within, caring little for either, takes its turn at the helm as it pleases.