Julian
always was. never wasn't.
AGE Always

SPECIES Erlking

COURT None, but he favours the Night

BIRTHPLACE The crack in existance where darkness meets light

RESIDENCE The West edge of Grove Hollow, but every so often he drifts into town proper. He likes hotels.

ABILITIES Julian can exist in the darkness, melting into it entirely to travel, or just to observe. His specialty, though, is manipulating physical space. He can draw an object from nothing, change something to suit his needs, or even alter the space around him if he feels like a change of scenery. Like most other Fae, he is adept in glamour and the manipulation of memories and emotions of humans.

HISTORY Julian's history has been recorded on ancient scrolls lost to time. With tales written in spidery script in dusty tomes, forgotten in libraries ravaged by the seasons. He has been whispered about amongst naughty children, who had been warned by their parents of the Fae who lived in Grove Hollow. He has been sung about in Hallowe'en parlours, drunkenly cursed by farmers who mistakenly think he ruined their crops, and murmured about in almost reverent tones by those who claim to have met him on foggy evening walks. He has too many stories to be told, and even he can't remember them all.

PERSONALITY He is an enigma, as most Fae are. He is musing, mischievious, a bit reckless, and has a fiery temper at times that can make him come off as cruel to those who cross his path at the wrong moment. But beyond that, if you manage to get on his good side, he is funny and unendingly loyal. If he likes you, he will never lie to you. For someone who is as care-free as he claims to be, honesty is something he takes very seriously. He's also a romantic at heart, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Or would he?

LIKES Sweets. Faerie wine. The smell of rain. The sound of wind in the trees. Ferns. Room service. Animals.

DISLIKES Lying. Rum. Apples. Synthetic fibers. Man-made scents. Extreme temperatures. Faerie politics.