- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ "Tacks" (formerly Noel Fenwick)
█ AGE ▬ 31
█ NICKNAME ▬ Tacks, Tacky, Sharps, Pin, Slimelord
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Fairy
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Homoromantic, Bisexual
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Illegal slaver and Professional Gambler
█ PARTNER ▬ Single (as if someone could put up with him lol no)
█ STATUS ▬ Misc. NPC illegal fighter slaves
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Silver
█ EYES ▬ Yellow
█ BUILD ▬ Lean and delicate. [5"2]
█ TATTOOS ▬ none
█ SCARS ▬ none
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ O1 Me Too - Meghan Trainor
█ ▬ O2 I Want it All - Sucker Punch OST
█ ▬ O3 HandClap - Fitz and The Tantrums
█ ▬ O4 Listening to Freddie Mercury - Emery
█ ▬ O5 Don't Mess with Me - Temposhark
█ LIKES
█ ▬ GAMBLING
█ ▬ Drinking
█ ▬ Sex, and Most vices in general, really
█ ▬ Philosophical debates
█ ▬ Slave Fighting
█ ▬ Getting away with a good lie
█ ▬ Tailored suits
█ ▬ Cinnamon rolls
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Losing (in any capacity)
█ ▬ Being bossed around
█ ▬ Fast food
█ ▬ Being outwitted
█ ▬ Being forced to recognize that he's actually a terrible person
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Selfish
█ ▬ Untrustworthy
█ ▬ Childish
█ ▬ Cruel
█ ▬ Callous
█ ▬ Petty
█ ▬ Spiteful
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Noel and Leon Fenwick were the fristborn children of the heads of the Fenwick Household, an old fairy clan that had long bragged of its good lineage of pureblooded faeries. They were born identical twins, both with silver white hair and wide golden eyes. The Fenwick Family was a very well-seated and socially well-connected family, so the twins' early life was pampered, and pleasant. They had private tutors before they were old enough to attend school, and when they were old enough, they were sent to an elite private institution. From day one the two were inseparable, and wherever one went, the other followed. Leon was the older brother by twenty minutes, and was by far the more cowardly of the two. Any loud noise or sudden movement was prone to making him cry. Noel, on the other hand, seemed either very brave, or very stupid. He was always asking a lot of questions, and tugging his older brother along by the hand. However reluctant he was, Leon always followed. They spent a lot of time in the vast gardens of their family's estate, climbing trees and playing hide and seek amongst the many vibrant flowers that grew there. Their estate was populated with slaves, who tended after the twins night and day. In fact, Noel and Leon often saw more of their slaves than they did of their parents. Their mother was the head of their household, and their father was... well, more of a trophy husband than anything, really. He was from a different fairy household and married into the Fenwicks through an arranged marriage. He was a sheepish fairy and, as if to accentuate his diminutive role next to his wife, typically kept himself shrunk to a rather small size except for their parties.
And oh, there were parties. The majority of the Fenwick Familys power was social influence, so their estate was always lit with soirees, dinner parties, and hosted charity events. Many a night the twins (the little princes as some other fairies would call them) would be dressed up and spend the evening snatching pastries and hiding under tables, giggling and wiping icing off of each others noses before eventually escaping out into the gardens, shrinking, and hiding in the roots and branches of trees until one of the slaves finally found them and sent them to bed. Sometimes, the two would sneak out of their room at night, shrink down to the size of a thumb, and float out into the gardens where they would find a large flower and cuddle up in it to sleep.
Once the twins were older (though none the less inseparable) they were sent to a private boarding school. Their mother was somewhat lenient, in that she considered her sons' wants and opinions, but she did insist that, whatever career they chose, it be something respectable. She encouraged them to study business, but was perfectly pleased when the two showed an aptitude for law at an early age. Noel was perfect for debating, always loud and pushy, asserting his point well and often leaving little room for debate from his opponents. Leon, on the other hand, had a wonderful knack for nuance, and a keen eye for heavy bookwork. All throughout their youth, despite their constant closeness with one another, the differences in their personalities became more and more pronounced each day. Where Noel was enthusiastic, personable, and outgoing, Leon was quiet, reserved, and perceptive. While at the boarding school, sharing their room away from their family, Noel and Leon were given the freedom to do some... personal exploration. While it may have been frowned upon, the twins felt like it was the most natural thing in the world to be intimate with one another. It was through this experimentation (and some typical, teenaged experimentation with others later on) that the twins both came to understand the nature of their sexuality.
The duo continued to do fantastically well in school together, Leon helping Noel whenever a concept in their schoolwork escaped his grasp, and Noel making sure that Leon got a healthy amount of socialization and made friends. They were both accepted into a prestigious law school at the age of 18, which their mother eagerly funded. And while they were there, they both excelled. The twins distinguished themselves by their wit, and it was in their college years that they earned their respective nicknames from a professor of theirs. This professor would always praise the two, saying they were "Quick as a Whip and Sharp as a Tack." Well in the weird ways that nicknames sometimes go, their fellow students picked up on the saying, and soon they were Whip and Tacks. It was also during this time, however, that Noel, a.k.a. Tacks, discovered another passion... a dangerous love of gambling. At first the brothers had a fine time bonding over it. They, along with other nefarious frat boys, would play poker, craps, and other games for whatever stakes the college boys had (and since most of them, like the twins, cam from wealthy families, it wasn't uncommon to have several thousand on the table). They would place bets on asinine drinking games and antics as college students are wont to do. But over time, Leon (Whip) grew concerned over his twins excessive gambling. After a particularly nasty gambling incident landed Noel in the hospital, he swore off gambling, much to Leons relief. They finished college without further incident, and immediately jumped into their next venture - opening up their own firm.
Normally, opening up a firm is a very difficult and tedious process. It requires a lot of money, time, effort, and, usually, years of prior experience and reputation. But, as with most things, life is a little easier for the filthy rich. Their mother was plenty eager to jumpstart their firm, easily providing them the money they needed, as well as a list of potential clients eager to get on the good side of their family. And thus, "Fenwick & Fenwick Attorneys at Law" was formed. For a few brief years, they seemed unstoppable. They tackled one case after another, and between their raw skill, intellect, and occasional bribes from their mother, they quickly became a renowned firm. When the firm had been operating for a few years, the trouble started...
--- Begin Split ---
Despite the promises that Noel had made to his twin brother in college, Tacks had never really given up his love of gambling. He was more subtle about it, but as they grew older, Noel had simply turned to... darker circles, to get his fix. In no time at all, Noel found his true passion in life - fighting rings. Very illegal, unethical practice, but a better den for wildcards, gambling, and entertainment couldn't be found. The fights would sometimes go on for several nights in a row, and the arenas often wound up functioning as makeshift underground casinos, similar to a dog racing track. Sure, the fights were the main event, but there was also plenty of time to enjoy games of dice, cards, and other creative alternatives. Not to mention, of course, alcohol and more colorful recreational substances. Tacks mostly had the decency to at least not become a druggie. The gambling though, that was his psiren call. It started out innocently enough. On weekends, after the firm closed up, he would slip out of his apartment, meet up with some friends, and hit up whichever ring was hosting games that night, and then spend the nights having fun. But Noels luck was always better in his mind than in reality, and sure enough his funds began to drain away. But he was always so close! So he started... 'borrowing.' After all, he had complete access to pretty much everything that went through Fenwick & Fenwick Firm. No one would notice a couple thousand missing for a few days. He was certain he would be able to return it by monday, and still have winnings left for himself! And when Monday did roll around, he would tell himself next weekend I'll get it back. It'll be fine. Week after week he would tell himself the same thing. He would win big, and everything would be fixed. He would win, sometimes, but never enough to compensate what he'd borrowed, so he would borrow more. Soon, behind his brothers back, Noel had bled the firm all but dry. So, to have something to bet with, to try and win the firms money back, he borrowed from... somewhere else.
The part of Noels brain that was still rational told him that taking a loan from a shady bunch of gangsters he'd met in an illegal underground gambling ring was a bad idea, especially when he was just going to gamble it away. But he was just so certain that, with the right fighters, he could do it! So he took the loan, placed the bets, and lost. So, with nothing to pay back the firm or the gangsters, what was a young fairy to do? He knew better than to ask his mother for help. She would disown him. So, instead, he went back to the firm, took what was left, and fled into the night. He told no one, just packed his things and disappeared into the night. He abandoned everything that had been of Noel Fenwick, except for an old nickname.
Tacks.
That was when he moved to Saxon City.
That was years ago. Once he settled in, amongst all new faces, he settled himself where he felt most comfortable - in the underground gambling rings. But he had learned from his past mistakes. This time around, Tacks would have more information, and more sway, on what happened in the ring. With his charm and wit, Tacks made new friends quickly. With the help of a few unsavory sorts from Saxon City gangs, and one particularly helpful psychic mage, Tacks began his new venture in the illegal slaving business. He learned all of the least guarded hovels in the city, which people would go unmissed if they vanished, which cops could be bought and which ones should be avoided. Trading, selling, training, and fighting illegally procured and brainwashed slaves. Many he sold to local gangs, and others he kept for himself to make money for him in the rings, and there he has stayed ever since.
It has been years since Tacks has seen any of his family or old acquaintances. No one in Saxon knows him by any name other than Tacks, and he even has forged papers for a false identity. He fully expects to never be tracked down by anyone from his old life.
█ ABILITIES
▬ FORGET ME NOW - PERCEPTION DUST
Tacks, like most faeries, produces a unique magical powder naturally occurring in his body. His dust affects the perception of those around him, so that he can control how much or little a person stands out in someone elses memories. For example, Tacks most commonly uses the dust on those immediately near him. When he doesn't want someone to remember his face, or be able to pick him out in a lineup, he discreetly brushes his dust near the intended victim so that they inhale it. It is odorless and painless, but the victim will not be able to place Tacks features or face when they try to recall him later. If they inhale the full dose, they won't be able to recognize him even if they're face to face with him - they will have a vague memory of meeting him, but it will be blurry and largely... well, unmemorable! In contrast, he can also use the dust in larger doses so that his face is burned into a persons memory, and they can't forget him no matter how hard they try. The dust can also be used to affect others as well, but Tacks is selfish.
▬ BECOME SMALL
All of the Fenwick Faeries have the ability to shift their shape so that they are about the size, from head to toe, as a grown mans thumb. While in this smaller shape, they consume far less energy and food, so in emergency situations, it's the ideal shape for a fairy to take. It is also very practical for disappearing and slipping away unnoticed. However it does take considerable energy to turn back into a normal-sized person, and Tacks will usually be exhausted and famished immediately after.
▬ FLIGHT
Tacks does have a large pair of wings that sprout from his back when he calls them out. Typically, they look like a tattoo, partially melded into the skin on either side of his spine, pressed flat in long silver lines. But on command, he can stretch them out into large blue-white dragonfly wings about as long as he is tall. While he is the size of a normal human, they are all but useless for flight. However, the primary gland where his dust is produced is just between and under his wings, so when he flaps them rapidly, he can cover a wide area with the dust very quickly, spreading it among unsuspecting victims. He can hover for very brief periods of time, but only about an inch off the ground for about five seconds. However when he shrinks down to fae size, he can fly as far and as quickly as he pleases. In fact, he's extremely difficult to catch like that...
█ EXTRA
The Fenwick Faeries are primarily irish in origin. As such, they share their ancestors weakness to iron. It will not burn or sear them, but having iron touching their skin will drain their strength, leaving them unable to stand, move, or sometimes even speak, until it is removed. Prolonged contact will make Tacks become violently ill.
