Wayne Wisetooth
Ul of the Crowning Nest

Pooka Wilder
Resident Owl Pooka of the Menagerie

Description


Mortal Seeming: ~Tall and willowy, with highlighted hair and bushy eyebrows, Wayne Wisetooth strides with know-it-all confidence. He wears inconspicuous attire, naturally so as not to detract from his good-looking and all-knowing features. A crooked and semi-omniscient grin and pseudo-ubiquitous dark-brown eyes bless his features. Wayne looks like the captain of the local chess club: geeky, smart, but not nerdy.~

OOC: Appearance 3

Fae Mien: ~His height does not alter but his light skin tone does: darkening and…ruffling? That’s right, where hair normally is one finds brown-and-tan feathers. His nose curls into a short hooked beak and his eyes darken with aloof and somewhat disturbingly predatory perspicacity. His willowy figure, thanks to the plumage, seems to occupy slightly wider space. He’s surely some sort of bird-faerie: not a hawk, not an eagle, but the all-knowing, all-trusted, all-wise owl. Strangely -- or not, considering that clemency and wisdom go hand in hand, a small (chimerical) mouse may peek out of his voile earth-colored tunic’s pockets.~

OOC: Appearance 3

Animal Form: ~A beautiful barn owl, his light-brown and white plumage stands in contrast to his big, attentive, black eyes. He seems quite aware yet relaxed on his perch. When he takes wing, a few quick flaps and he’s gliding like the wind, with sharp talons and a sharp little beak aimed for his next destination or prey.~

OOC: Appearance 3

"The future doesn't matter; it met the past and ran off. They're married now with three kids, can you believe it?"

History


Lost Boy

From who would Wayne Wisetooth become? In 1987, the Pooka was born Wayne Percher in Highlands, New York. His parents were loving and doting. Perhaps that was why young Wayne never felt quite right. When he was still but a child, he fled his home and never returned. The nine-year old knew, even with a child’s intuition, that the world could not shine as prettily as the afternoon sun. Things never flowed as smoothly and all hunky-dory as the picture Mom and Dad painted.

So, his expectations of life in the wilderness were not foolish. Wayne knew it would present a tough challenge; he read Lord of the Flies. (That was why he was more than happy to live alone!) Wayne lived off nuts and berries he learned to forage up in the woods at the foot of Bear Mountain. The strange boy never even ran into a predatory animal, never mind was forced to flee one. Perhaps in that way, he was blessed.

Gradually, the runaway wild child began to recognize the “true” world. The trees and animals all possessed their own glow, vibrant and happy. It filled Wayne with joy, too. Finally, his Chrysalis sprang upon the boy when he turned ten: his 10th birthday exactly, in fact, although he lost track of the days and didn’t realize it was his birthday at the time. Running and playing in the woods, he skidded to a halt at a steep ridge. Wayne managed to stop himself in time but an unexpected gust of wind blew him over. As he plummeted, screaming, his arms felt like stretching out wide to his sides. Arms became wings and his body shrank. Off, he flew! Safe and sound!

Trees & Bridges

Now, at last, Wayne thought he was at one with the woods. The thought filled him to the brim with excitement. In his new feathery form, he lofted on a high perch and chattered merrily in his new owl-like bird tongue. Hoot, hoot! Fortunately, his days of isolation soon drew to a conclusion. Within a few days of his Chrysalis, a nature-loving Troll enjoying an Appalachian Trails hike came across the Childling. Kenning each other’s true identities (the Troll easily because of the Glamour, Wayne because of his enhanced owl-perceptions), Wayne consented to meet this tall, friendly stranger.

The young man introduced himself as Ned Harbrook. Ned invited Wayne to return with him to civilization, and they traveled all the way to New York City and to a freehold based in a bed-and-breakfast called Caer Leona. Here the Pooka Chrysalid could get all the attention and training he needed. As Wayne’s “finder”, Ned received the dubious honor of staying on and teaching Wayne the ropes. From Ned, Wayne learned all the basics of faerie life as well as the Escheat and seemed to take them to heart. He impressed his mentor by reciting the laws of the Seelie flawlessly, although that was actually due to a knack for memorization.

Wisdom of the Night

Above all, however, Ned emphasized the dangers of Banality and the approach of the Long Winter. Wayne took those valedictions the most seriously. He decided to become a “herald”, in his role as an owl Pooka. Remaining on the edge of faerie society, Wayne flew the coop before any sort of official Naming ceremony could complete his induction. He gave himself a new name, however: the Wisetooth.

Frankly, Wayne didn’t give a hoot about the ceremonies and niceties of Kithain civilization. He had his self-ordained task to pursue, and observing protocols were beneath the boy, now a Wilder. For years more, Wayne fluttered in and out of people’s lives. By wing and Trod, the Pooka traveled much of Concordia. He dropped hints and proclaimed prophesies, most of which turned out to be bullshit. But every once in a while, his words were seeded with truth and fact that could save lives, if only anyone took him seriously. Wayne never stuck around long enough to find out. His words of wisdom were all he had to leave. What people did or didn’t do with his advice was their own problem.

Remembrance


Wayne has a pretty good off-hand recollection of antiquity, remembering as far back as the Shattering. From such memories, he espouses shreds of truth and wisdom mixed into his usual Pooka nonsense. In some sense, it’s his way of dealing with that ineffable sadness all Pooka suffer. By bringing to light the misery and sorrow of the past and making fun of it, he puts a smile back on his face.

Significant Other


In the forested highlands of the Palisades, Wayne met Dayan El-Ashraf in the way many Pooka meet their friends: by annoying them. The Beaumayn was strolling through the woods in the winter of ’06, and many owls were hooting noisily, almost like a spooky movie. She loosed a brief cry to hush the birds, until Wayne hooted again just to set them all off. A bird fight ensued and Wayne was injured and plummeted from the trees. Dayan healed him with her magic and that was how they met. He soon discovered that for some reason, she held him in high regard, despite being blind. The two languished in isolation but together, comparing notes about the coming Long Winter and end-of-days. Happy times. Their relationship is as scattered as Wayne’s brain, but always consoling and fun.

Dayan

Towser (Chimerical Companion)


After Wayne’s Chrysalis, he reveled quite a bit in his animal form. For much of his time, he flew about as an owl, living as a primitive, surviving as an owl would. That meant he hunted at night and ate himself many a fat bug or mouse. Then one day he set his sharp owl eyes on a strange field mouse that looked back up at him with…aware eyes. He then realized it was a chimerical mouse. He set upon it, but instead of crushing it in his talons, he flew back to his nest and interviewed the little guy. The mouse could talk! He introduced himself as Towser and promised to be a “good mouse” if Wayne didn’t eat him. Fair enough. Good mice are bad eatins. Towser is now often a “voice of conscience” that pipes up when Wayne’s bullshit gets too…well, bullshitty.

Bunk Styles


Style: Magic Realism
Examples: Whispering to the spirit world, talking to animals, herbal remedies, staredown, riddle contest

Weakness
Ignorance Isn’t Bliss


As far Wayne is concerned, everyone should know all the terrible truths of the world. He’s more than happy to share what he knows (which is “enough”, if asked). But in reality, not everyone needs to know “the truth”. Not everyone is psychologically capable of handling it. (That probably includes Wayne, but he'd never admit it.)

Likelihood of Corruption


Low.

Wayne is a modern primitive in lifestyle, content to live off the land as an owl. Even taking up with a werewolf didn’t expose him to anymore dangers or corruption than the average wild animal.

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