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Aevrin Thistledown

Biographical information
A ley-crossed grove near the borderlands claimed by the Autumn Parlour Approximately 430 years No permanent residence; commonly found drifting between unseelie parlours and neutral courts
Physical description
Fae (Unseelie-aligned, lunar) Male
Political information
Court Jester, Messenger, and Informal Spy
Out-of-character information
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Appearance

Aevrin Thistledown cuts a striking, unsettling figure even by fae standards. He is slender and long-limbed, moving with a loose, exaggerated grace that never quite settles into stillness. His hair is a riot of pale gold curls, usually half-bound with ribbons and tiny bells that chime only when he wishes them to. His skin is fair but carries a faint dusk-toned cast, like twilight caught beneath the surface. His ears are sharply pointed, pierced with mismatched trinkets taken from old bargains and broken promises.

His eyes are his most unnerving feature. One is a soft silver-blue, the other a deep, wine-dark violet, both reflecting moonlight strangely, as though something watches back through them. His jester’s garb is finely made, layered in blacks, bone-white, and muted crimson, stitched with faerie sigils meant to confuse divination and obscure his true name. Thin scars from iron line his ankles and wrists, hidden beneath fabric and laughter.

Skills and Abilities

Glamour of Mirth: Aevrin specializes in emotional glamours tied to laughter, unease, and distraction. His magic bends perception through humor, irony, and absurdity rather than beauty.

Ley Magick (Lunar-Aligned): Governed by the moon, his power swells during winter solstice and lunar eclipses, when his illusions become harder to dispel and his words carry subtle compulsions.

The Fool’s Sight: Aevrin possesses the Sight, allowing him to perceive hidden truths, lies by omission, and emotional fractures. He often disguises genuine insight behind jokes.

True Name Wardcraft: Though he guards his own true name obsessively, he is skilled in weaving wards that disrupt name magicks, scrambling commands or shortening their effect.

Courtly Acrobatics: Supernatural agility allows him to tumble, balance, and vanish through crowds or narrow spaces with ease, making him difficult to corner or restrain.

Personality

Aevrin is clever, theatrical, and deeply unsettling beneath his charm. He laughs easily and often, but rarely at the same things as others. His humor ranges from playful nonsense to cutting, uncomfortable truths delivered with a grin. He delights in unsettling the powerful and comforting the broken, often in the same breath.

Despite his apparent frivolity, Aevrin is observant and calculating. He remembers slights for centuries and kindnesses even longer. He values cleverness over honor and truth over comfort, aligning him firmly with unseelie ideals. Beneath the jokes lies a sharp survival instinct and a quiet resentment toward rigid hierarchies, though he understands them well enough to exploit them.

Biography & Lore

Aevrin Thistledown was born during a lunar eclipse in a tangled grove where several ley lines crossed, a place known for spawning conduits and curses in equal measure. His laughter was said to echo before he ever cried. From an early age, it was clear he was ill-suited for solemn courtly roles. Instead, he learned to survive by entertaining, distracting, and speaking truths no one else dared to voice.

He was taken into the service of an unseelie parlour as a fool and messenger, granted protection in exchange for his tongue and wit. Over centuries, Aevrin became a fixture in multiple courts, drifting between them as a tolerated nuisance. Kings laughed at him, queens confided in him, and more than one noble learned too late that the jester hears everything.

Aevrin is rumored to know fragments of many true names, though none complete enough to command. Whether this is true or merely another layer of his act is unclear. He has outlived patrons, survived purges, and vanished whenever courts fall, leaving only bells behind.

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