Mirae Fennel

A puppet, bereft of Life - Ready to be cast by one's mind. 

Fey-Touched, 27, Falstoner

A small, perhaps meek individual. Standing short at around 4' (1.20m) the little fellow is more used to looking up at people than down on them - and with a soft body to boot, it'd be quite strange to think them as anything more than a pushover for any sort of adequate fighter. Their skin presents lightly tanned, with bark-like furrows forming from the base of their wrist and growing more intense as they make their way into their arm, though a general want to hide as much skin as possible makes it hard to even spot this detail.

Mirae has two huge blue eyes, two chubby pinchable cheeks and a giant ball of ordered brown hair on their head, mostly hidden below a triangular red beret, with perhaps one or two leaves peeking their way out of the hairy mass. Their clothes range from brown to red. Though they usually are seen wearing some sort of coat, they'd usually embellish it with more fabric, a cape, a sash, a bow or flowers.

At first glance, it'd seem Mirae is a friendly person. They're quite chatty, funny, somewhat witty, perhaps even charming, but there's an obvious performance to it. They might ask for names, but they don't ever use them out loud, often preferring to use the word 'fellow' instead. It might then become obvious that this fellow tends to have a certain distance between them and anyone else, as the pleasantries form a wall that makes it hard for anybody to peer into their heart or really get close to them. Not a perfect wall, luckily, for anybody who would like to take a 'crack' at it, driving Mirae off script might help.

The little guy spends most of the day working on puppets and toys - despite the charisma, they spend most of their time alone in a basement. They internalized a belief that they're the most cursed of all the fey-touched, and that their knack for toymaking is something to be looked down upon, yet they deeply desire to prove themselves wrong.

Do lonely toymakers speak to their puppets at night?

There's more to unravel here...