Hodinott

[Hunter]

Name: Hodinott

Age: 234

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heteroromantic Asexual

Species/Type: Fairy (Goblin)

Conditions: none

Modifications: teleportation

Occupation: owner of a rock shop

Physical description:

Fond of buttons and tacky prints, Hodinott typically glamours himself to appear human, dulling the point of his ears and shortening the length of his fingers.  Like most fairies, he's on the shorter side -- in his case, barely making it to five feet one.  His hair is curly and black, and his face is characterized by a short beard and dark eyes.  He wears silver rings on both hands, one on his left and two on his right.

His true form is much more gnarled and grotesque, with a sharper nose and wizened knuckles, in addition to two pairs of long, tusk-like teeth.  He's kind of embarrassed about it.

History:

It was around age one hundred and twelve that he decided to move to the human realm for fun, and he hasn't been back since.  Fairies all share roughly the same capacity for magic, so it's a lot harder to impress anyone with illusions in a place where such things are taken for granted.  So when Hodinott made his home in Mossy Hollow, he found that the people here are fare more easily awed by glamours than his brethren in the court -- and for the record, he's pretty good at them.  That makes it quite fun to spend time here, too, considering the constancy that people (humans especially) expect from their surroundings.

Part of the reason he stayed in this world, besides dicking around and frightening small children, is that he's found he's extremely xenophilic, in romantic terms -- falling for lady humans, nymphs, and drakes by the dozen over the years (never the volvo, though... except for once... okay, maybe twice).  He crushes often and he crushes hard, usually developing butterfly feelings for a new woman nearly once a week.  As far as he knows, these feelings have never been reciprocated.  This is probably in part because he remains very poor at handling them.

On the other hand, one of the downsides of making one's residence in the human realm is that iron and steel seem to be everywhere, and he wants to be able to lock his doors at night without wearing industrial grade gloves.  As such, he's become rather meticulous about hording drake tears in case of emergency and is always on the lookout for more.  He might even give you a lifetime discount at the rock shop, if you were in the market.

For the kind of people who keep up with town gossip, he's known to be a compulsive liar, making it difficult to assess his sincerity most of the time, especially since he likes to get up to "harmless" tricks now and then and embarks on strange projects for his own amusement.  Last anyone's heard, he's appointed himself the local welcoming committee.