- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Leon Fenwick
█ AGE ▬ 31
█ NICKNAME ▬ Leo, Len, Snowflake, Lamb, Whip
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Fairy
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Gayer than a diamond-studded rainbow
█ OCCUPATION ▬ "Lawyer" for Crownless
█ PARTNER ▬ No one, he's too sheepish
█ STATUS ▬ Kieran Mercier, sort of.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Silver
█ EYES ▬ Yellow
█ BUILD ▬ Kind of frail build with lean muscle over it, short [5"2]
█ TATTOOS ▬ A dark blue 'X' over his heart, and some incomplete blue scale paterning on his back right shoulder
█ SCARS ▬ A deep gouge on his back to the eft of his spine, right underneath his wings, and an old stitched stab wound on his left hand, front and back of his palm. He cannot operate his left hand much.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ O1 Crown of Age - The Ettes
█ ▬ O2 Broken - Seether
█ ▬ O3 Still Light - The Knife
█ ▬ O4 So Cold I Could See My Breath - Emery
█ ▬ O5 No Good Deed - Wicked
█ ▬ O6 Heathens - 21 Pilots
█ ▬ O7 Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse
█ ▬ O8 Double Time - Phemeic
█ ▬ O9 Between the Bars - Chris Garneau
█ ▬ 1O The Westerner - Falling in Reverse
█ ▬ 11 Black and Blue - Chris Garneau
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Sweets, especially honey. He puts it on everything. He also keeps sugarcubes in his pocket to munch on.
█ ▬ Horses! Only watching them though, he's afraid to ride one.
█ ▬ Pretty much any stimulants and hallucinogens. He's a bad drug addict.
█ ▬ Reading. Quietly. Alone.
█ ▬ Being... punished.
█ ▬ Numbers. He really enjoys their straightforward simplicity.
█ ▬ Bees
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ His Brother, Tacks
█ ▬ Coffee
█ ▬ The smell of cooking meat
█ ▬ Any loud, sudden noises
█ ▬ Being laughed at
█ ▬ Cats. They always try to eat him when he's small.
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Nervous
█ ▬ Sheepish
█ ▬ Cowardly
█ ▬ Clever
█ ▬ Logical
█ ▬ Forgiving
█ ▬ Kind of a pushover
█ ▬ Closet Masochist
█ █ 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...
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Leon was never so naive as to believe that his brother had never done any wrongdoing. He was a man of vice, after all, and Leon knew that better than anyone. He knew that his brother still partook in gambling, and some even less savory activities when he wasn't looking, but he never said anything about it. After all, Noel was a grown man, and Leon was his brother, not their mother. If he wanted to indulge, even if Leon didn't like it, who was he to stop him? They worked hard, and he deserved some leisure. This mentality was something he would greatly regret later in life. Particularly when Noel stated having some shady goings on with some of the local gangs. Leon had taken notice but, again, deigned not to say anything. He couldn't imagine Noel was in any kind of trouble; they and their firm were doing fantastically well, there was no way he could want for anything. Surely, he thought, Noel was just getting his kicks. He always was kind of an adrenaline junkie.
But then Noel disappeared.
And so did most of their firms money.
And people were pissed. Clients had deposits and retirement plans stolen, investments pilfered, and personal data mined and sold. Strange, heavy lipped men started calling at all hours of the day and night, asking after Noel and about when he was going to pay them back, and not to forget the interest. Frantically, Leon had searched for his brother, for the money, for a note, an explanation, something, anything, but came up empty handed. So when Fenwick & Fenwick went under, the remaining Fenwick brother was the one brought to trial, and convicted of embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars. As it turns out, "It wasn't me, it was my evil twin" doesn't hold up fantastically well in a courtroom. So Leon was found guilty, sentenced, and carted off to prison. In a final desperate attempt at freedom, Leon begged his mother for help. But, unwilling to have the Fenwick name dragged even further through the mud, she did the only reasonable thing she could... and disowned him.
Leon grew up with his twin brother Noel in a manse. Surrounded by eager slaves and servants, playing on marble floors, through thick, colorful gardens, and spent his nights socializing in grand balls. He had always had everything he could want delivered to him on a silver platter. So suddenly being dumped in prison was a bit of a culture shock, to say the least. He knew the gist of it; he had spent several years keeping others out of it, after all. But the reality of this new world was something pampered Leon had not been equipped to handle. He did his best, at first, to avoid the cliques and gang rings and keep to himself. But he quickly learned that trying to slink by unnoticed and alone was pretty much the worse possible coarse of action, equivalent to painting a big target on your back. You had to be some kind of mad beast to be able to get by that way. So he quickly adapted, ingratiating himself to a group of alchemists and mages, befriending a few other intellectuals and forming a shaky bond. What was his undoing in prison was his dust.
Unlike many faeries, whose Dust had very subtle effects (like his brothers perception dust), Leon's dust had a very potent,, and unusual effect on the nervous system. When inhaled in small amounts, it acted as a kind of aphrodisiac. It tingled the nerve ends, making them extremely sensitive to pleasure of any kind, and making the user easily excited. A little bit more dust, and the user would practically be euphoric with physical pleasure all over. Even small touches could send a user over the edge in ecstasy. But just a little more than that, and the nervous system can't handle it. Singing pleasure quickly turns into a terrible, burning pain. Inhaling a great deal of it can send a person into screaming spasms, their body doing everything in its power to eject the poison from its system. Living in a civilized world, Leon had always found his power relatively useless. He was immune to his own dust, after all. So other than some tentative exploration with his brother during their hormone-fueled bedroom experimentation, he had never had use for it. But in prison, he found, most people could find a use for it. When the truth about his dust came to light, his 'friends' were quick to change their tune. Leon went from being kind of a cute pet to being their bona fide property. They kept him reigned in close, to control distribution of he dust, and keep him from trying to get any ideas.
His few years in prison were difficult. They were made more difficult by his fumbling attempts at prison politics. At one point, he managed to escape from under the thumb of the gang, befriending (he believed) a frightening werewolf who assumed control over Leon and the dust, for a time. But when his source of protection vanished, the repercussions were swift and unkind. When his hand was stabbed onto one of the mess tables, it was stuck so firmly that they had to cut out some of the table to free the knife, and his hand (which never healed properly). Eventually he went from the frying pan and into the fire. In an attempt to escape from his previous gang ring, he hid under the skirts of a few crownless members in prison. It was they who would ultimately direct him to Saxon City, and recommend him work under their group. While his time in prison did serve to exacerbate his cowardice and jumpy nature, in other ways it hardened him a great deal. While he would always have the physique of a fairy, Leon got into a steady workout routine, and developed a much higher pain tolerance (and he discovered, in some cases, he even enjoyed pain). He also became involved in partaking of some rather heavy illicit drugs, often trading his own dust for them, and left a few addictions heavier than he had gone in. He got a few prison tattoos as well, eager to mark himself differently from his brother.
Tacks.
When he finally got out, partially on his own merit as a lawyer, and partially with some nudging from Crownless, he vowed that one day he would find his twin, the one who threw his entire life down the drain. And if Crownless would assist him in that endeavor alone, he would do literally anything they asked of him. He settled in to work as Crownless' 'law specialist', springing incarcerated members from jail on technicalities, befriending the right government officials, and generally assisting the gang in any way he can, as long as they keep an ear out for the name Noel Fenwick... Tacks.
█ ABILITIES
▬ NERVE DUST
Unlike many faeries, whose Dust had very subtle effects (like his brothers perception dust), Leon's dust has a very potent, and unusual effect on the nervous system. When inhaled in small amounts, it acts as a kind of aphrodisiac. It tingles the nerve ends, making them extremely sensitive to pleasure of any kind, and making the user easily excited. A little bit more dust, and the user will practically be euphoric with physical pleasure all over. Even small touches could send a user over the edge in ecstasy. But just a little more than that, and the nervous system can't handle it. Singing pleasure quickly turns into a terrible, burning pain. Inhaling a great deal of it can send a person into screaming spasms, their body doing everything in its power to eject the poison from its system.
▬ 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. But since Leon is very physically fit, he can usually hit the ground running, even if he needs an extra big salad later.
▬ FLIGHT
Like his twin, Leon has 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. In Leons case, it is physically painful for him to touch, and pressing it against him will send him to his knees sobbing in pain.... and possibly a little pleasure.
-- Leons Dust is generally somewhat odorless, but in large quantities it smells faintly of lavender. Those who have been painfully dusted by Leon might experience triggering, PTSD-esque flashbacks upon smelling lavender because of that.
-- Leons Voice claim is Jon Cozart
