As you walk to get yourself a glass of milk, there, crouching on top of the fridge is sitting a very annoyed little faerie. He stares at you and
demands to know why everyone keeps their doors and windows shut.
"Doesn't anybody get fresh air these days?" he demands sharply, his blue eyes glaring at you. You get a good look at him and can't help but laugh. He looks like something a three year old put together. From his lacy wings to his short black hair, he is completely mismatched. His playful sky-blue eyes poke out from his insanely evil-looking face, and his hair is an
absolute mess, with cobwebs and dust all through it.
"Oh, funny is it?" he mutters arrogantly, "I had to crawl through your air vents to get in here. I nearly got killed by a spider, and look what it's done to my wings!" He stretches his wings experimentally, as if he's wondering whether they still work. "The things I've got to do to get women these days!" he cries, flinging his arms into the air, "Back in the old
days, I could wander into the house and be accepted. Back then, I didn't have to wander through ventilation systems and cat-flaps and under doors. Back then I could get the women with the wink of an eye and a flutter of a wing. But now? Now nobody wants me. People are too content, well I'll show them!" The faerie flies off and squeezes through a vent near the ceiling.
You open the fridge, and pour yourself a glass of milk. Taking a sip, you gag and realise that he poisoned your milk! Damn faerie. If only you knew
his name.
Background Story
Thantaris often says, "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, Or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies, Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive."
Thantaris is happily married to Vyndalas.
He is a thief.
His favorite cookie is banana.
His favorite quote is "100% of smokers die."
