A tall handsome elf stands here. He has dark brownish black hair and hazel eyes. He smiles at you and offers you a cookie. As he turns around, you notice a pair of fake fairy wings strapped to his broad back.
He wears the loose fitting robes of a cleric. Numerous pouches and bags hang from his belt. DreamWeaver moves to offer you a glass of fae wine, and stumbles over a large orange cat.
As he falls, you notice that the rumor is true...
Clerics don't wear knickers under their robes! He straightens his robes with a blush and begins to berate the grinning feline, "Vixen stay out from under foot!"
The orange and creme, long haired tabby doesn't pay any attention to the man, as it wanders off its long tail swishing arrogantly. You stifle a laugh and wonder how this brave man became one of the fae.
"I did it for love. My wife Candace seduced me to the fae side of the force." he sighs, a soft smile on his face, "I never stood a chance!"
Background Story
DreamWeaver joined Daione Sidhe to be with his wife Candace. After 7 months in the military clan of Imperium, DreamWeaver was quite relieved to find that the fae don't wear much armor. He states that it chafes and the other soldiers, called grunts snore alot.
DreamWeaver is happily married to Candace.
He is a Cleric/Thief/Warrior.
His favorite cookie is Lots of cookies!
His favorite quote is If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to.
And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you.
If you want a partner, take my hand.
Or if you want to strike me down in anger, here I stand.
I'm your man. -Leonard Cohen
