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| "No! I most certainly am NOT a girl. How could you even think that? S-Stop laughin'!" Most faerie tales would have you believe that the Fae race is a bubbly bunch of tricksters, all eager to live their lives on a staple of good laughs and honeydew. They're mostly correct, as a good number of them do so, though more often than not, there's alot more to the little ragamuffins. Of note, whole empires of Fae have been formed over the millenia, numerous ones having risen and fallen over different conflicts and crisis', and not very many actually live the whimsical lives with no worries that the rest of the world thinks they do. Sure, they help out the occasional traveller, or aid the common adventurer with a problem, and most talk in sweet, light voices, but even so, they're far from simply living on the petals of flowers and lounging about all day. Like this whole idea of Fae being a nigh entirely female race; What brilliant mind thought that one up? ...And not all of their names are "Dimplecup Sparkledew" either. Sadly, the world does not so easily change it's views on the lesser known without some drastic or at least common occurrence to help it formulate the thought. With all that said and done, Asha is a little different from most Fae that the common man or woman might think of. The little fireball, only around two and a half inches tall, is far from being fleeting or hiding from trouble. In fact, one might even say he lunges head-first into it, were it not that he realizes his errors in judgment way after the fact, though you'll never hear him say so. Always over-eager to prove himself, he often finds himself in the worst of things, although his honest intentions usually never extend farther than a simple prank or two. That said, Asha's a rather talented Tailor and Alchemist, though more the latter than the former, and both talents seem to be only useful in relevance to the materials he's familiar with. His alchemical skills are especially prevalent in two of his more practical items:
It's not that he's bad, of course, or wishes anyone any real harm; He's actually rather soft-hearted. Should someone pluck his strings the right way, they'd actually be hard-pressed to find a more loyal or loving friend. He just simply has had a hard time since his birth accepting his identity as a Fae, wondering, as all young ones do, exactly what his purpose is. It also doesn't help that he's so unfortunately feminine, if still naturally. His mother having died when he was still young, Asha has taken care of himself all these years, never having known his father. Because of this, he takes an almost hyper defensive pride in his masculinity, but sadly enough, finds that his nature often betrays those ideals of his. Forced to learn to sew with strands of plant fiber, he finds discomfort in the fact that the only real, wearable article of clothing he's been able to make is a single gown of sorts. Then again, it's not uncommon for Fae to wear such things, or even anything at all. Though he does grit his teeth and bear it, he also constantly bears the mockery of the biggers, or at least those of whom he's met. Often times, he plays a prank upon one, and giggles at his success, taunting the bigger, only to be laughed at because of how silly he looks, or even worse, to hear the confused question, "Are you some kind of tiny girl?". Needless to say, this only leaves him more frustrated, causing him to run his mouth, and get him into even more trouble. He lives far withdrawn from the Fae world, though, as well, living alone now as he has for most of his life, with few visitors, if any at all each year. His mother had originally come to the hole in the tree that he now calls home since before he was born, the details of that fateful journey beyond him. His home is mostly empty, save for some sewn together bedding made of leaves and plant fibers, and a couple of holes here and there, made for holding dew and sap over the winter, when they are in shorter supply. Even for a being so small as a Fae, this is still a lonesome environment without another to share company with, further invoking his will to go out and spread a shy brand of mischief along those he meets.  |