If ever asked the numbers are forever changing though only one pattern stays the same, the numbers always get substantially lower with each telling though it is well known that she has been around for quite a while already.Race:
Delicate wings that look as if they will break with the slightest breath of wind carry her petite figure aloft with quick flurries of movement. Thin as parchment, elegant swirls of light olive green swirl throughout the encasing pale yellow of her wings, very much like a plant seeking sunlight as they branch every which way. Bright amethyst eyes peer out at the world behind long strands of silver-white hair. Her hair tumbles down in wild and untamed waves, stopping at her waist. When in her true form, streaked tints of violet can be seen, a bare hint of color to her shockingly bright mop of metallic white. A heart-shaped face ends with a sharp chin, high cheekbones and full lips that are usually fixed in one of pouting disappointment or curved in a pleasant smile of malicious intent. Anwen's cool, sharp, and lovely face is marred, or complimented, by the shape of a leaf across one of her cheekbones. Whether it was a birthmark or a tattoo, it was hard to tell.
Her body is as pleasant to the eye as any faerie's, a bountiful bosom just barely covered with a strange material though leaving more than enough of her luminous olive-toned skin showing to catch a glimpse of the curve of her waist and the shapely legs dangling beneath. It seems to be soft and flowing, almost like a silvery brown silk. Yet, just as it looks similar to the bark of winter trees, the material is abnormally strong and resistant to wear and tear. When she moves, the one piece dress
flashes a multitude of colors: peat black, moss green, ash gray, sky blue...as well as the more unnatural colors of rosy pink, crystalline ice, and that fantastic hue of majestic purple...though at times the colors seem somewhat random, the general consensus is that it either depends on her mood or more likely her current surroundings that reflect off of the mysterious attire.
Standing at a grand height of four and three quarter inches while in the human world, Anwen has found that her tiny stature can be quite convenient at times though it still seems to be mostly inconvenient. Upon arriving back home, she's much more comfortable with her height of five feet. Abilities:
A singer of uncanny ability, Anwen has the ability to not only charm but also persuade with her voice. By hitting a certain pitch or using a certain tone, she can easily ask a tree to shed its bark for her, shape a strong rope from a bunch of young vines, or mine gold without lifting a finger. Of course, this pertains to humans as well and many times luring someone into Arcadia seems far too easy. Lately, having grown bored of the simplicity, she has put his ability away to be used when necessary. On the other hand, her songs are enchanting and provoke the innocent listener to weave into the motions of dance. While faeries can stop themselves if so willed, humans will find themselves dancing for eternity unless the song playing within their minds is disturbed.
Like all other faeries, Anwen is extremely in tune with nature. This explains why she can so easily manipulate it with her songs when needed though over the years her familiarity with the silent beings have formed to an almost mutual understanding. Now she can freely mold her surroundings as she sees fit by asking, or commanding, nature to bend to her will. While not quite the same as an artistic faerie who paints the landscape differently, it is somewhat similar in a more demanding and impatient way.
Just as a singer expects others to quiet and listen to her song, so Anwen listens to her surroundings. Many think that nature hasn't a mind of its own, how wrong they are. All of nature is alive, even the twisted and strangely different one of Arcadia, and just as they all breathe and live, so they all think and chatter. The whispers of nature are soft, a low underlying voice that carries beneath the constant hum of the rest of moving life. With enough concentration, she can hear their conversation though she cannot actually converse with them but can instead meet a point of understanding and occasionally get her thoughts across as well. Personality:
Proud and spirited, Anwen can almost be seen as wild. She cares little for others save for those she deems fellow friends, and even then she can be seen as a bit cold and aloof at times. The mischievous streak runs clearly in her though the faeries' malevolent side is quite close to the surface as well. She hates to lose and can be found sulking unhappily and rather ungracefully in some corner of the realm when she comes in second or not at all. To win, to be right, and to have her way are just a few of her favorite things. Blunt and painfully to the point at times, Anwen doesn't see the point behind wasting her precious breath on being tactful unless truly needed. Calm, and sensible, always keeping a cool head can make her more dangerous than a first glance gives away. Not easily scared or frightened, she has a tendency to lie back and analyze the situation first before making a move, but never thinking so long that an opportunity is lost. However, prideful and vain as most other faeries are, to be charmed, complimented, and flattered always mean a few extra bonus points for that specific person. As easily as her temper is 'soothed', the rage seething just beneath the surface, it can just as easily jump back up and hell has no wrath like a faerie (Anwen) scorned. Biography:
Although Anwen has not landed the prized position of singing for the Seelie Court during the annual celebration in a few years already, the fault is not with her voice but with the fact that a constant squabbling with other rival singers had led to more trickery than fair play. Unfortunately, the others have found it to their best advantage to plan together and alone she was quickly ousted due to foul play of one sort or another.
None know too much of Anwen's personal history and she never bothers to divulge any information on it. Previously during the years when she had first started to become known for her talent, she became the envy of the Court as she reigned in the limelight with each passing year. It is not until recently that she has not made an appearance at the Seelie Court for some time. Some hear rumors that she had lost favor with the Queen, others speak of her well known temper and malice being the cause of her absence. Those closest to her know the true story, the struggle and tiny little 'wars' that occurred as tricks of all sorts were pulled on herself and likewise to her aggressors. It was fun for a while, something entertaining to pass the time, until one last, rather ingenious she had to admit, ploy was unfurled and the end result was the loss of her regular position. And god was she pissed.
Till today, she's still biding her time to exact revenge...after all, the perfect plan can only be executed once and patience was needed for it to happen. Until then, what else was there to do besides frolic and giggle and play the part of an everyday faerie, insanely carefree to a fault and happily wiling away her days? Of course, even that endless string of enjoyments would grow stale and lately she had been entertaining ideas of entering the human world once again to see what fun could be found there.