Good lord, all this time and I've only got a draft to throw up. I'll probably make some more edits, but this way you can at least tell me if the concept works. It's...a bit unorthodox.

[hider=Needle]Name: Alcibiades Wystragaunt
Alias: Needle
True Name: Balbaetrigaust
Race: Pixie
Court: Unseelie by association.

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Background:

Pixies. They swarm and they scrabble, scramble and screw and in the end they flutter about like moths to the greenlight before ending their brief, hectic, violent lives beneath a boot, a hand, or in the net to some lab or another. Barely fae, let alone human, without purpose or function the feral things live out their days as much as vermin as fae.

Or at least, that's how it usually goes.

No one is really sure when Needle showed up or how. It was just a name that came with some fairy dust--”From Needle, baby”--or even a girl for a night. Then it turned into a name you heard at the tavern, where run down men muttered that they heard someone “went to visit Needle” or “made a little friend”. Then all of a sudden one of the cloth merchants was paying a troll for a needle that he tucked into the brim of his cap. And suddenly, when a wyrdling hustling a merchant with a needle in his hat winds up with pincushion for eyes, Needle stopped being such a little friend.

Needle is not like other pixies, but he can't help what he is. A naturally violent temper makes him dangerous and a vicious, consuming charm draws others to him. A great patron of entropy, he draws to him anyone who can feel the allure of just letting go and uses them until there's nothing left. When they've burned out, there's always another to take their place, but his disposable friends and accomplices have bought him a surprising amount of sway and muscle when he needs it.

And he does, because word on the street is that Needle wants anything he can get his hands on that has to do with sorcery, the really old stuff. Sorcery, Alchemy, Magic, Glam, bring it to Needle and you'll get what you want for it.

No one is sure that giving it to him is a good idea, but he's more of it already than anyone guesses,

Possessions:
Needle himself possesses little. Whatever his latest clothes are worn ragged, a tiny crown worn ironically and a long, thin needle are all he tends to have on him. What he has instead are contacts, people who owe him things or hold things for him or people on his payroll. And what's theirs can, and has before, very quickly become his when necessary.

The only things he truly cares about, that he keeps for himself and hides away where no one else can watch him, are the scrolls and books about sorcery and fae magic he's managed to acquire.

Talents:
Needle is an intensely social predator, a skilled liar and an expert manipulator. He replaces empathy with desire and is very good at manipulating what others want for his own ends. As a pixie he's quick and dexterous and quiet, of course, and more than capable of going unnoticed, but his true talent is his inability to forget. His memory is eidetic, to see is to know—and he has seen more than enough alchemical tricks and odd little secrets to know more than he really ought to.

Glamer:
Needle is, of course, an adept flier, capable of controlling his own natural weight and buoyancy to impressive degrees. He's had plenty of energy to practice, pumping himself up as much with the drugs his clients use as anything else--when you're a pixie, it doesn't take much. He's also learned to do the same with others, and for brief periods of time he can, with enormous effort, tug even something as large as a troll up into the air with him. 

Though he constantly explores the old magics, the old ways for something, anything that will give him the desperate edge he needs over the wretched humans, he's never had an ounce of success.
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