Oberon

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Oberon's a hell of a name to have when you're a fae. It comes with a lot of expectations and a significant amount of social pressure. Oberon of Springleaf didn't exactly have much going to appease either of these issues; his parents just wanted to show reverence to their King. It's become particularly problematic now that wizards and the like are getting the knack of summoning and binding fae like they would demons or other such nonsense. Typically, some high and powerful mage, or some arrogant newbie, will try to summon forth the Oberon, only to end up getting this little guy instead. Given that this often happens within the Park, their intentions are usually less than noble, and even though he isn't some great fae prince, he's still cute enough, so he's typically exploited as shown, or worse.

Like many fae here, even of his particularly diminutive stature, Oberon is capable of swallowing people hundreds of times his size via some mix of elasticity and magic. He doesn't advertise this sort of stretchiness for a reason; those that summon him, bind him, or otherwise attempt to capture him for mischievous purposes would be way too delighted to find out that he could function as a living fleshlight. As such, he'll only display his skill when he's certain he can use it without suffering any ill effects, usually when he's duped someone into holding still long enough for him to scarf them down. Also similar to most fae of the area, Oberon's a trickster, and is very aware that mortals find him attractive, using his wiles to his advantage in tricking them into doing what he wants when he's feeling daring enough to attempt it. He's just a touch skittish regarding this by comparison, however, due to his limited magic and size; he doesn't exactly pose a massive threat, and as such, he's spent more time in tight, wet places than packing victims away in his.

((Under Reconstruction again. Alt of Okusennman))