Name: Grimus Auliro Malkin (AKA Grim, Gray, Grimalkin)

Race: Cait Sith

Position: Personal servant to the Winter Queen

Age: Unknown, even to him. (Approx. 3,000 years)

Personality: Grim always seems to know something others don’t, and constantly has a wicked grin on his face. He takes delight in the misfortune of others and great joy in causing it himself. This does not mean he can’t be well-meaning and helpful, but it is a rare occurrence and any help offered is generally in the form of a riddle or bittersweet compromise. Grimus loves riddles and music, and is ever attracted to a warm fire or lap. In the end he seeks only to further the ends of himself and the Winter Court.

Appearance: Grimus’s true form is that of a large and well-groomed black cat with a white spot on the center of his chest and the general shape and build of a lynx. His fur is smooth and sleek, his teeth resemble those of a shark, and his eyes glow gold. In this form he uses his Glimmer as a way to fade from notice and apparently vanish from sight.

Aided by innate magic, Grim can take a humanoid form at will. This form is a tall and lean man with shoulder-length black hair and pale skin. His eyes do not change color, and he wears violet-tinted glasses to hide this. This form generally wears a sleek black suit with a white dress shirt and black bow tie, but can be made less conspicuous with a Glimmer.

Background: From the very beginning of the courts, there has always been a Grimalkin in service to the Queen of Winter. Serving as ambassador, assassin, confidante, and personal servant, this position has many roles and has been filled many times. Every time the current servant passes on, a new one is chosen from among the most powerful and demented of the Cait Sith.

Grimus is the direct descendant of the previous Winter servant, though there is a generation or two between them. He had been groomed for the role most of his life, and spent a considerable amount of time among the Winter Fae. When finally his father passed from the world, Grim was more than delighted to fill his shoes. As the Winter Queen's right hand, he has proven a capable servant in many ways. He uses his connections and power wisely, and is careful to never cross the will of his Queen. Constantly he waits for her call, ever ready to sow misfortune and havoc among humans and the lesser Fae.

Name:Max Oscar Napras

Race: Human

Position: He's hiding out right now, but will most likely run into some fae soon.

Age:13

Personality: Though you wouldn't expect it of somebody who got so lost in the woods that they wound up in another dimension, Max is extremely intelligent, but not in your typical book smart way. Max is adaptable to most situations, and can talk himself out of pretty much anything. He previously used this skill to narrowly avoid punishment for the antics he would engage in, it will now prove useful in hopefully avoiding death or worse from Fae that he'll run into. Besides that, Max is a very social person, and will more than likely find the greatest difficulty in not having any other people to talk to while stuck in this realm. In the two weeks he's been here, this has already eroded part of his mental stability. He's still functioning well, but he's definitely on edge. The biggest thing he cares about in the end however, is himself. In a life or death situation, he will take any and all necessary actions to ensure his own safety and life.

Appearance: Max is short, even for his age, standing at around 5'1, and has a light tan, but is still clearly Caucasian.He also has long black hair that sweeps behind his head and down his neck. Sadly for Max, he's stuck in the clothes that he was wearing when he showed up the the Fae world. These clothes are now a stained green T-shirt, that's starting to get holes in the back of it, which are growing larger by the day. His pants are a pair of blue jeans, which are now muddy, and torn on the bottoms of the pant legs.

Background: Max was born into a normal middle class family, with a mostly unremarkable early childhood. The biggest thing that always made him standout however, was his tendency to get himself in... unpleasant situations for his parents. The time in preschool where he maybe convinced the other kids to start digging a grave for their preschool teacher at recess, The time where he almost certainly didn't get their pet Shih Tzu stuck in a tree, and nobody could forget about the time he had a few of his friends have a surprise game of hide and seek in the woods... Yeah, nobody could forget that, since he never came back out. It was that night, he ended up leaving the humans to join the Fae, and ever since then, he's been fending for himself in the forest, trying just to survive, and find a way back home. It's been two weeks of that though, and he's going to need to get to some form of civilization soon, or he's going to lose it, either mentally, or from pure exposure to the elements.

CS:
Name: Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, "She who is born of ashes"

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Human

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): Servant to Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Age: 61, looks 17-19

Personality (Fae type has effect): A once proud young woman, she was bent to the task of serving O'Aenges-Mor quickly. Still she snarks at her Lord Fae, and is more than willing to question him and his orders. But she knows any out right disloyalty could get her killed and if he were to die she would wish to perish soon after without his protection in the Fae Courts. She is sharp to others of lesser rank than she, and is wise to the way of the fae. A must within their realm.

Appearance: Thick red hair falls to her waist and frames grey eyes. Pale skin from time spent with the Fall Court. She generally wears a heavy gown of dark green or brown with a cloak of grey. Dressing in the style of Victorian times. She appears and actually physically is around her seventeenth or nineteenth year. It is uncertain when she stopped aging after she was brought into the fae courts. She is a bit on the shorter side, and is petite.

Background: Aisling was born to a wealthy family and had a very lovely childhood. She never had want for anything, but when she had fallen for a young man and learned a horrible truth that jeopardized her privileged life she panicked. Fleeing to the forest she sought solace while trying to comfort herself with something. It was there she was found by Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor of the Fae. She offered him anything, if only to grant her the answer to her problem. He gave her the promised answer and took her to the realm of the Fae as payment. She has served him ever since.

CS:

Name: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Fall-born Fae

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): King of the Fall Court

Age: Unknown

Personality (Fae type has effect): Sharp as a blade, quick as a snake, Tegvan rules his Court with a iron fist and is more than willing to employ almost tyrannical means to get his Fae followers in line. His is swift with justice, and swifter with vengeance. He has a cruel amusement and enjoys the 'finer' things in life. Not to say he is without mercy. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.

Appearance: A tall fae, he appears as a dark shadowy form, or as a dark skinned fae with black armor some say is made of dim grey starlight. His ears have definite points and his nails as well. His eyes are the fall storms and his teeth are sharp as a blades. Ravens are said to be his cloak of feathers and his voice is said to be the rushing wind. In his glimmer spell, he takes the appearance of a tall man, with short black hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is periously pale and with high cheek bones and an arrow straight nose. His ears are however not pointed in the glimmer spell, rather human shaped and size. He usually wears something matching the current time, for the present it is dark jeans, black boots, and a loose grey shirt. His build is not bulky like the winter fae but rather well muscled and toned.

Background: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor is a ancient and powerful Fae. Little is known about him and why he took on a human pet is less understood. He is not a fae to cross though he does have his good points. Often putting out small prizes for the fae that messes the best with Spring and Summer Court, and dancing about the politics with the grace of a falling leaf. No one is certain how long he has held the throne but all have seen the tormented Fae who tried to take it from him. Their final moments imprisoned in artwork. He has no mercy, but is more than willing to listen to the lesser Fae before considering their points. Tegvan is not a Fae to cross and he makes that well known. But within him is a deep sorrow well hidden by the many, many years he has walked the earth and Fae Realm.

CS:

Name: Giomanch "The Hunter" Yoilugh
Race: Cŵn Annwn
Position: Huntsman of the Wylde Hunt
Age: 1,762 years
Personality: He is a cruel, but loyal Fae. A excellent fighter, tracker and hunter. Giomanch is one of Falk's (The Fall King) best huntsmen. Though his borderline sadistic personality requires a short leash. Quick to the hunt and kill, he has a keen hatred for the Summer and Spring Courts.
Appearance: A black specter dog, with red ears and eyes. He's the size of a large wolf hound, with teeth like daggers. His glimmer puts him as a dark haired, Scottish man. Wearing raggedy fur clothing and bare foot. He wields a bow, sword, and dagger.
Background: Giomanch's pack was large and took up the northern portion of Tegvan's territory. When a Seelie court attacked that portion, conducting a raid, his family was slain. Giomanch fought valiantly, but was one Death's Door when the Wylde Hunt drove off the Seelie force and he was saved by his bond to Tegvan. He has served the Fall King faithfully since, as to all Fall Fae. He has seen challengers go against his lord and he as felt shame for them as they were dismantled. Horrible torn to shreds. Physically and/or literally.