basic information.

• Full Name: Fang Geming.
• Age: 28 years.
• Zodiac Sign: Pisces.
• Place of Birth: Faerie Realm.
• Current Residence: Apartment within the city.
• Occupation: Bartender, part time student.
• Spoken Languages: Spanish, English.
• ual Orientation: Panual.
• Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.

appearance notes.

• Height: 6'5''.
• Pronouns: He/HIm.
• Additional: Faerie changling.
• Eye Color: Dark.
• Piercings: Twice on ears, lip.
• Scars: Fae blood keeps his skin clear, but really they're countless.
• Tattoos: None.
• Clothing Style: Modern, often not much.

!! CONTAINS THEMES OF RELATIONSHIP ABUSE, SA, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, PLEASE READ WITH CARE !!

nce upon a time, in a far off land, there lay a mystical realm, shrouded by magic and fresh life aplenty. Perfect. And so you had to be. So really, Fang never got to see any of the magic before he was abandoned on the doorstep of a church as a wee babe, helpless and alone. Taken into the care of the church, Fang grew, immediately a problem to his carers. Changlings often didn't live long, died without the care of their bretheren, but in rare cases, they could live under the guise of being human. 

There were fights every day - he lost most of them, the other boys and girls came in packs of three or four, but he was too much of a pain, running around and picking fights all the time for adult intervention. It would set him straight, they said. It was God's punishment for being evil, they said.

At the age of 12, Fang was taken into a travelling circus. His new 'parents' had always wanted a child, but God's light had never smiled on them either, just like it hadn't Fang. They were a little family of the same kind, and he was all too happy to leave the church behind. Entranced by the shining lights, hopes, dreams and mystery, he sold his soul to that circus - practiced night and day under the wings of many skilled individuals to throw knives on the stage before a howling crowd, a pack of wolves waiting for even a drop of blood to fall by his hand. 

For years, Fang was on best behaviour, no fights, little arguments, until only a few days after he turned 18. He'd been turning two older men down for weeks, and no hadn't been the answer they were looking for the seventh time - if it hadn't been for an octopus creature bobbing in a tank, unsure whether it should help, Fang wasn't sure if he'd be dead, or simply left for it. Those two were the first lives he ever took - faces, painted in his mind forever, yet he couldn't find it in himself to regret it at all after the events in the tent. At his lowest after hiding the bodies - shaking at each rustle outside at night, trembling each time someone made the mistake of coming up behind him out of his field of vision, Fang was found by someone claiming to be his angel, but was anything but. His saving grace was cruel - but praise filled him with excuses to the behaviour. It was sweet, he felt loved, even if it was a warped type of love, made up wholly of misty dreams he couldn't cling onto the reality of the morning after. No was the answer which ruined everything for him again - he was too tired, he wanted to relax and hang out like a normal couple for a change, and up from it was a whirlwind of an argument which left Fang running from his beloved circus home.

The young man ran as far as he could from the past, never stopping, desperately trying to hide from the events stained in his mind. For perhaps a year, maybe two, Fang hung around the city homeless, until he was offered salvation in mortem. In his squad, he could put the skills he developed to good use - all while recieving help getting sober, taking care of himself, learning the real life skills he needed.

He built a family with them. They were close knit, always there for him, making him feel valued even if it was a filthy work they did.

Family dead and buried, while he still seeks answers to the question of the nature of his father-figure's death, Fang realised it was time to stop running from what had shaped him, but rather take control of it, and focus his attention on attempting to provide a service. Having only ever been homeschooled, studying at any sort of academic level is a challenge for him, but he hopes to become a helper, shoulder and boost for people to resolve the issues brought by their pasts.

basic summary.

Affectionate, and very proud of his found family. Coming from some horrendous backgrounds at some times in a short life compared to many of his counterparts, he's sometimes hindered by misconceptions about creatures even of his own kind。

their strengths.

Very good aim with throwing knives, though tall, has good spatial awareness, empathetic and attentive, good at offering practical situations。

their weaknesses.

Overall poor physical fitness - he keeps his body in good shape but an awful runner due to an upbringing smoking, his past in mortem could very well be an undoing for him altogether, he himself harbours trauma he is working to accept and overcome。

their hobbies.

Climbing, particularly trees, caring for his two cats - Spoon and Syrup, named by him evidently。

their secrets.

Fang has no wings, and very few Fae characteristics, this makes him guarded and anxious around other members of the kind that never loved him. Fang is hugely conscious of his body - less self conscious, more unfortunately sees it as his only redeeming factor and as such is used to being used for it。

their fears.

Repeating any type of life involving mortem, the past creeping up on him, strong fear of octopi and aquariums。

their bad habits.

Smoking, putting his feet up on furniture, forgetting his shoes halfway out the door.。

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