Elemental

He appears to supernatural senses as a man with no eyes or mouth. His skin is somewhat shiny and takes on a slight shade of the dominant colour of his surroundings. The lack of eyes and mouth on his face is more than made up for many eyes and mouths dotting the rest of his body. They are all differenct and shift and express themselves more or less of their own volition. He is generally sharply dressed in a well-cut suit and hat, though the style of the suit is generally from a distant decade or century (when men knew how to dress).

It appears as a well-worn black umbrella. Actually, It was made by an Artificer and includes a heavy wrought-iron tip and has a sharp steel sword concealed in the handle.

Action: Instant

Mein: The handle is artfully carved from ancient oak and the concealed sword shines with strange runes. The spokes appear as delicate bird bones and stretched across them is a thinly-tanned skin of some strange bird (or perhaps changeling). Here and there small, colourful feathers still cling to the underside. They often detach and float away on the wind.

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Note on Elements (Air 2) — Does not do damage as listed. Instead, it offers 1/2 Wyrd as armor, and does only 1 point of damage due to smoke inhalation, etc.

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The night before his birthday was a full moon. His bedroom was bright and he couldn’t sleep. Though, he thought he was dreaming when his closet door opened on its own volition. A cold breeze swirled about the room and disturbed the curtains. A woman stepped out from behind the door. She was tall and pale as the moon, dressed in a white fur coat and a crown of diamonds. She was the most beautiful thing the boy had ever seen.

She watched him. He stared at her from his bed, daring not to move in case he woke up and lost the dream. Then, a slow smile grew on her face. Her eyes beckoned. She stepped back behind the door and was gone.

The boy jumped immediately out of bed. He paused when he hit the cold floor, wondering if he had really seen anything, but rushed into his closet. He stumbled through thick pines into a world of ice and snow. Into the warm, waiting arms of his Queen.

She brought him up to her sleigh and piled thick furs on top of them. They held each other under the clear night sky as the horses brought them home to her castle. There he saw and experienced things that he had only dreamed about. But mostly he fell in love.

He was blindly devoted to her. He gave her his eyes so that they could gaze on her beauty forever. He gave her his lips so that they might kiss her for eternity. He gave her his heart so that she could keep it safe and stoke its fires. His love sustained him and he strove only to increase this love.

Then, one day as he was returning from an errand for his Queen on the back of a giant swan, she was gone. The castle was gone. He had been abandoned. The anguish was horrible, the torment was unbearable. He cried out for her, he begged her to return. And when she did not come, he began searching.

He stumbled through the pine forest. The cold sapped his strength, branches tore at his body, but he cared for nothing but another look at her face. It had been 1950 when he pushed through from Faerie. The war was over but he was a broken man. He was no longer a man. He remembered nothing of what he had been, only the cold, hard loss of what he had become. He had given everything to his Queen and she had kept it all.

After his escape from the Fae, he wandered in an emotionless stupour. He had no memories of his previous life and referred to himself as “The Nameless”. He drifted from freehold to freehold, helping out where he could but always feeling the need to distance himself from England and the vague memories of his Fae lover. Among the changelings he encountered he eventually became known simply as Less. There were times he spent a lot of time wandering beyond the Hedge, searching for his lost lover, and the past 60 years in the mortal world passed, for him, much more quickly.

Eventually, he made his way to Mythic City and for whatever reason he decided to stay. The Winter Court made him feel welcome and set him up with a passable mortal identity. He was posted in a job at the train station, helping travellers and rounding up lost children and keeping an eye on the comings and goings of mortals and changelings for the Court. His loyalty was rewarded by being accepted into the Keepers of the Bleak Seal – the changeling Secret Service. It is mainly run by the Winter but offers services for all Courts. He is now the Constable of Lost and Found – in service of collecting the Lost new to Mythic City (whether newly Hedge-emerged or mundane arravals) and helping them find a Court, providing new identities, and if need be, smuggling them out of harm’s way. He works closely with other officers of the Keepers: Sergeant-in-Mourning (Mortal Intelligence), Master of Grief (Supernatural Intelligence), the Wretched Doorward (Hedge Intelligence), Bearer of the Tearful Cup (Communications and Dissemination), and the Almoner of Melancholy (Glamour Resources). Despite the close community he maintains with members of all Courts, his compassion for mortals and supernatural alike, he finds that he is incapable of truly loving anyone. His Fae lover still holds onto his heart and this is his dire secret. He would be labelled as a Soulless at best, and most likely a Loyalist.

During his time in the Service he has become well-travelled in the Hedge (always searching for the ice castle his memory taunts him with) and over the years he has managed to carve out a massive network of tunnels, passages, shortcuts and bridges throughout the Hedge around Mythic City. This network has become an extremely valuable tool for his changeling-trafficking operations.