Fern

Wow, I can't believe Phantelle is playing a guy! It was about time, too.

Height: 3.9 inches
Weight: 80 grams
Setting: Falacaerr
Nationality: Royalist
Eye Color: Pale green
Hair Color: Blond
Age: 18
Musical Instrument: Lute
Favorite Quote: "Fern, little people can do big things." - Charity Cormack
Least Favorite Quote: "lol u got 8" - SeruOmen

Meet little Fern -

"Hey, who you calling little?!"

- excuse me, meet the heroic adventurer Fern Herrington. Fern grew up in one of the many Falaricae cities where micros (or Lian, as they're called) and normal people coexist peacefully, the oldest son of a humble surgeon and his button-sewing wife. Like many Lian, as a child he played in the covered streets above the feet of the big people (colloquially known as Mareten) of Falacaerr and he always dreamed about seeing the world. Seeing what lay beyond the protective walls of Morning Fortress and exploring the world, with only his two legs to carry him. Encouraged by friends and family, Fern had a mischievous streak suited for someone thirty times his size. Add that to a fluid wit and a burning desire to always experience more, and you have someone who was always slipping into and out of trouble.

"That's right! Hey, you wanna come on the road with me? I'll protect you!"

As for how he looks ... now that Fern is on the road, he usually travels with a short scarf that helps keep the dust off his face. Black gauntlets with pulled up long sleeves protect his hands and forearms, with extra wrist protection afforded by his vambraces. A blue undershirt guards his torso, followed by a belt wrapped around his waist to strap in his precious sword and scabbard. Black trousers crissed by a yellow stripe pattern cover his legs, terminating in soldier's shoes made for long distance marching. He takes pride in being able to walk half a mile a day if need be, but he also has a pigeon rider's license which permits him to pilot a domesticated traveler pigeon.

"I'll be back, mom and dad, and I'll have stories told about me when I come back!"

Still young and adventurous, Fern fully intends to take a few years to go and see the world, while maybe making a girlfriend along the way. He has a small sword, but Fern isn't so foolish as to believe that it will protect him from the depredations of the evil big people out there. Living by wits, stealth, and boyish charm, Fern has often talked his way both into and out of a number of situations. He'll walk right up to a pretty girl's foot and offer to be her bodyguard, asking for nothing more than "the pleasure of her company." He also has a knack and flair for telling stories, amusing whole caravans at night with outrageous tales or evoking tears and sighs with sad romances.

Though none of it prepared him for his journey to come.

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Fate works in mysterious ways. One night Fern met a charming young Mareten lady walking alone by herself while he traveled on a pigeon between cities, swooping down to inquire after her well-being. This woman claimed to be a member of what she called a knitting circle and Fern found her conversation so interesting that they talked for a whole day. Fern revealed that he would have liked to be a knight, similar to his friends Charles Covington and Merrimont LaCheveur, the better to help others. The young lady asked him some very personal questions afterwards and what he said must have satisfied her, for she bestowed upon him the power to become her avatar.

"And that is how I found myself suddenly becoming a Maretan girl. Don't laugh."

While the divinities of Falacaerr are forbidden from interfering directly with the persistent undead problem plaguing the land, they can bestow gifts to individuals who can and do fight. After he agreed to become her champion, the goddess in disguise inducted Fern into the Basket of Yarn, a very select order of Falaricae individuals granted the Mantle of the Avatar. This blessing allows a person to assume the body of one of the Knitting Circle goddesses in order to carry out her will; when Fern invokes the Mantle, he changes from a four-inch tall Lian boy to a goddess of war nearly six feet standing. Needless to say, he finds this rather discomfiting - adjusting to Maretan height and scale is disorienting enough without also being in a woman's body.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be entirely comfortable with the Mantle, but it lets me do good."

Of the nine goddesses in the Knitting Circle, Fern answers to Evelle. Evelle appears in war regalia as a statuesque young woman with long platinum hair plaited into ribbon-bound braids, with delicate cheekbones, a soft nose and bright sapphire eyes. An armored crown rests upon her head with the signature splayed wings of the Knitting Circle. She wears heavy pauldrons formed of whitesteel, elaborately fringed in golden frames, and a flowing white silk stola bound tightly at her waist by heavy tassets lined with crane feathers. Underneath her robe, a tight blue sideless halter top lies wrapped around her neck and lower ribs. Past her hips, she wears a short azure kirtle under her armor and over the white dress train. Continuing downwards, Evelle's feet are shod in knee-length gladiator straps ending in high-heeled sandals. The avatar of the goddess speaks in a light, pleasantly mellow voice. Evelle also sprouts a pair of swanlike white wings from her back; Fern finds them useful for stabilizing his balance and gait when he becomes Evelle, but he doubts that he can actually fly with them.

"How do you Mareten live with the frightful height of being constantly six feet tall anyways?"

Each goddess of the Knitting Circle has her own signature weapon, Evelle's being the bastard longsword "Lacrymus". Set with an elongated hilt which allows Fern to use the sword either one- or two-handed, normally it rests in a forboding black scabbard lined with golden filigree. Lacrymus has an edge which never dulls and can shear through common iron like cloth besides dealing devastating damage to the undead. Since Evelle's armor is largely ornamental, however, and she carries no shield, Fern has to rely on Lacrymus for both offense and defense. When he assumes the Mantle he is also bestowed Evelle's marvelous skills in swordsmanship, but he has no access to them in his own body. As Evelle, he's also much stronger and has keener senses than an ordinary Mareten would, but he's limited to a fraction of her power as channeling too much would destroy his body. For that matter ...

"Being an avatar to a goddess isn't easy!"

When he resides in Evelle's flesh, his own body is stored safely within her heart. Fern cannot sustain the transformation indefinitely and will revert to his true self after too much effort or whenever sleep overtakes him, as channeling the goddess takes a heavy toll on his body and mind alike. Worse, spending time as Evelle has the effect of feminizing him, with Fern's features and body being markedly more androgynous or even feminine in form the more and longer of Evelle's power that he uses. Reverting to his usual self takes time and rest, and he fears that some traces of her influence might be permanent. Carrying out her intentions is not always glamorous or even merely pleasant either; does the goddess need an ear to listen to someone? Fern has to sit patiently while the person pours out his problems onto her shoulders. Is there an abandoned baby starving? Fern has to suckle the child on her breasts. Does the goddess fancy a young man and wish to give him the queenly gift of herself? You can guess who has to carry out her wifely duties.

But Fern bears it all and wanders around Falacaerr, going wherever Evelle sends him. He's embarked on a greater adventure than he ever thought possible and the young Lian wouldn't have it any other way.


OOC notes:
- As his usual self, Fern will use cyan color. As Evelle, he will use pink color.
- To prevent him from being too powerful, the time he can spend as Evelle is limited by his own stamina and a desire not to turn into a woman.
- Fern is meant mainly for story-driven RPs, hence the somewhat detailed backstory.
- Of course, vore is welcome too! Likely to be prey as a micro and predator as an avatar, but this is flexible.
- I value a partner who has creativity, sophistication, and depth. If this is you, inquire within!