Rissim

H. Fata noctepars, commonly referred to as the black shimmerwing fairy, were considered mere legend and hearsay until recently, where researcher Willard Lundar and his assistant were able to officially confirm their existence. They are easily identified through their wings, which appear as black voids with only a bluish shimmer to them. Their long-standing prior status as mere myth is chalked up to both their incredibly low birth rates alongside their inclination to actively avoid all intelligent life outside of unusual circumstances, going so far as to relocate entire colonies when even a singer human or elven hunter is spotted in the forest they reside. It is even widely believed that black shimmerwing fairies were responsible for the mysterious event where the entire town of Flenceburg was relocated sixty miles east, where an alchemist, said to be gathering herbs in the forest at the time, reported seeing three of these fairies quickly moving from the direction of where town was. As suggested by this feat, it would mean their magical abilities far exceed any other known subspecies, and anybody with the fortune to encounter one should exersize extreme caution.

- Encyclopedia of Fae Species. Vol. 4

Rissim wasn't what her kind was known for.

For as long back as she can remember, she had never been able to tap into the magic her kin had been able to wield with ease. She had always questioned why they choose to avoid almost any contact with a sapient species, to the point of re-settling further and further away from expanding civlizations on an increasingly frequent basis. And most of all, she had always questioned why they do not use their powers to right the wrongs of the world.

For sixteen years she grew up with her colony, considered the runt of her generation without the magic to to cast even a small enchantment or even fly for a prolonged period of time, she was often the target of playful mockeries and cruel jokes from many, and relied strongly on support from others to subsist. Between this and a budding wanderlust that developed in her teenage years, considered unheard of in her kind, she was always distant from the rest.

It shouldn't come to any surprise that she eventually decided to leave. The only one that tried to stop her was her mother, who in time, caved in to letting Rissim depart for the world, only on the condition that she be given time to give her some means to defend herself, in truth, she was buying time for her daughter to reconsider. Rissim fluttered off without another word once she recieved those items.

As she departed for more civilized lands ruled by giants, this slender, seven-inch fairy with platinum-blonde hair, blue eyes, and distinct void-like wings clad in similarly dark armor-plated dress, wielding a matching crystalline sword, it should come to no surprise that Rissim caused a little hubbub. But in time, people have come to accept her presence, even entrusting her to some small mercenary tasks as she insisted on treading the road of the 'heroes' she had read so much about. At her size, the most fearsome beasts she's slain are rats and one housecat. Still, the townspeople are thankful enough to be rid of pests, so it's not a bad living.

Even then, the little fairy isn't satisfied. Grander adventures surely await, but even she isn't sure if she'll ever size up to the dangers that threaten the world. Plus, there's that ever persisting, nagging thought in the back of her mind... that her lack of magic isn't simply from some birth defect.



Some small facts:

She is seven inches (Or almost 18cm) tall, and weighs four ounces (Or about 100 grams) with armor.

Her armor is protective enough for her to withstand being stepped on, even despite what it appears to cover.

The wings of her species are immaterial (Despite this, she can still fly), and dissipate when a solid object passes through them. They need a moment to regenerate when this occurs.

Her sword and armor, made of her mother's magic, work in the same manner. If they're broken, they will slowly regrow and repair.

She's a heavy drinker for her size. She owns a silver thimble to fill at her local tavern.

Her species' blood is a very dark blue color.



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