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Name: Pan
Age: 187
Gender: Male
Race: Fairy
Bio: Son of Flora D'cente` and Agog Diabul, Pan is a descendant of noble Fairy blood. Though not of royalty, Pan still enjoys one of the greatest
perks of the upper class. Indemnification. As such, for much of his long life, Pan has wreaked havoc among the inhabitants of Sapience for years.
Among humans he is famous for the theft of many small babes and having them live among his folk in the Faerie court, who though beautiful, bear
darkness in their heart.
Description: Like many among his race, Pan is quite short, but he is shorter than even most Fairy, standing at only the length of a hand. Also, like all
of his race, he bears gossamer butterfly-like wings that sparkle when hit by the sun. His red curls are unruly, often sticking out at odd angles and
creating a curious expression upon his faerie face. If one were to get close enough to see his eyes, they would see eyes that glint with intelligence,
with slitted pupils surrounded by an iris of emerald green. His skin is pale, due to the lack of true sunlight and overabundance of werelight. He wears
a simple dark green tunic, tied about his waste by a thin string, and leggings of a light gray material.
Abilities: Pan is a master of glamours. And in the very nature of such magic, dangerous and unpredictable.
Age: 187
Gender: Male
Race: Fairy
Bio: Son of Flora D'cente` and Agog Diabul, Pan is a descendant of noble Fairy blood. Though not of royalty, Pan still enjoys one of the greatest
perks of the upper class. Indemnification. As such, for much of his long life, Pan has wreaked havoc among the inhabitants of Sapience for years.
Among humans he is famous for the theft of many small babes and having them live among his folk in the Faerie court, who though beautiful, bear
darkness in their heart.
Description: Like many among his race, Pan is quite short, but he is shorter than even most Fairy, standing at only the length of a hand. Also, like all
of his race, he bears gossamer butterfly-like wings that sparkle when hit by the sun. His red curls are unruly, often sticking out at odd angles and
creating a curious expression upon his faerie face. If one were to get close enough to see his eyes, they would see eyes that glint with intelligence,
with slitted pupils surrounded by an iris of emerald green. His skin is pale, due to the lack of true sunlight and overabundance of werelight. He wears
a simple dark green tunic, tied about his waste by a thin string, and leggings of a light gray material.
Abilities: Pan is a master of glamours. And in the very nature of such magic, dangerous and unpredictable.
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