Place of origin: Rutherfordton, NC.
Place of residence: Everywhere he roams; wherever he rests his head is home. ^_^;
Main Hangouts: No place in particular.

Physical description: A six-inch-tall faery with opalescent, dragonfly-like wings and pastel pink hair that's an inch longer than himself. His eyes are garnet and his skin fair and radiant. He wears absolutely nothing until he's given a dress made by a goth girl.

Personality: Benevolent overall, but can easily become agitated. He's the serious type with tendencies to do things on a whim. Depression sets in at the end of each day after another failure to find a cure. Puts up a brave front despite being scared. If you become the object of his ire, best be prepared for a little righteous retaliation.

Past history: Finding a Djinn's lamp in a ditch, Bill cleans it off and unwittingly releases the Djinn. Being given one wish, he wants to rid himself of the ridicule at school... But his first wish doesn't get translated as he worded and he becomes a female faery. Not wanting to be a faery, he sets out on a journey to find a cure.

Often-used Phrase(s): "Why you...", "Damn it!", "I'll get you for that!", and "NOW what?"

General skills: He's a very agile flyer.
Special abilities: His powers are only as limited as his imagination... sort of: he can do alot of things, but nothing overly vast in size of effect.

Likes: Small fruit! (Num-num!) A quiet tree to sleep in; good company (though he'll listen to Bad company ^_^;).
Hates: Anything that gets on his nerves; bullies; being hunted by birds of prey: hawks, eagles, ravens, owls, et cetera; woodpeckers that wake him up with their infernal pecking; being ridiculed.
Fears: Being eaten by a bird; not finding a cure; most things considered fearsome; being swatted.
Defects: Has a small inferiority complex; body is small and fragile; suspicious of other's intentions.

Natural weapons: His fists and feet?
Other weapons: He does like to throw things like pebbles... *Sweat drop*
Items usually held: Nothing.
Special possessions: None.

Pet(s): None.
Friends: None.
Enemies: Whatever obstacle that prevents him from getting a cure.

One-line summary: A very unhappy faery.

Misc: Don't treat him like a girl, or you'll regret it. I may draw a picture of him sooner or later.

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