I may not get in at all, but I'll get points for creativity, dammit.
Race: Gleetch
Size: Tiny (+1)
Presence: None (+1)
Form: Corporeal
Aesthetics: None
Traits:Fair Flying A Gleetch is capable of levitation and flight through their wings, though they are limited in that they can never completely leave the the sight of the great green Earth, from which they draw their strength.
Slipping Through A Gleetch can physically slip through even the tiniest crack, or chink in stone-even a keyhole. They can slip any mundane bond or shackle-they do this by being able to contort their bodies, even into a flat, two-dimensional shape.
Becoming One with Shadow A Gleetch can fade into natural darkness, to become nearly completely invisible. They are very stealthy and hard to find if they don't want to be.
Plucking the Strings of Fate A Gleetch's most powerful ability is their manipulating of chaos and order-they can concentrate on either a person, an object, or even a situation-and turn good luck to bad, or more rarely vice versa. They don't exactly control how this happens, and it never works entirely reliably.
Social (Elves) Gleetch are tolerated by some more hardened elves because they are natural spies and inherent tricksters-when an Elf wants a job done, and doesn't care about collateral damage, they may summon or bind a Gleetch to their service.
Face Alchemy (Mimic) A Gleetch has some inherent alchemical techniques they can use to take the form of any medium or smaller creature for up to 24 hours through the use of mystic potions. To do this, they must gather the humors of the creature they intend to mimic-blood, phlegm, and bile. They must brew the potion a full night under a full moon. Taking a form guarantees a perfect physical replica, and they retain all their abilities-but they do not have the creatures thoughts or feelings, and can be detected through cleverness. In addition, while they may outwardly become larger, their strength does not fully increase proportionally. They can share these potions with others (even unwillingly, of course), but the effects are somewhat random on non-Gleetch...
Face Alchemy (Twist) Gleetch have a final utility through alchemy-the ability to enhance or ruin physical beauty. They can do this to themselves, or others, to enhance or ruin the physically attractive qualities of any species. This is not magic, in and of itself-or at least it's very mundane magic. To do so, they must gather four emotional humors from four different mortal souls-sadness, happiness, anger, and fear-and brew the potion for a full night under a waxing moon or waning moon (Waxing moon produces ugliness, Waning moon beauty). Such an enchantment is useful, but fragile-if the mortals who the emotions were gathered from change unduly, the magic begins to fade. If any of them die, the enchantment fades completely. Otherwise, the changes are near permanent and quite stark.
Cold Iron is Pain Gleetch's are vulnerable to combinations of certain rare metals mined deep underground. Collectively this 'Cold Iron' alloy is a bane to them-for example, they can't pass through walls made of it, cold iron chains keep them from flying and exposes their disguises, and cold iron armor is proof against their luck turning abilities.
Never, never lie A Gleetch can never really tell a direct lie, nor break an oath once fairly given. This doesn't mean they can't answer evasively, use clever wordplay, or just choose not to answer-or trick one into breaking their word, voiding the oath. If they ever tell a deliberate lie or break an oath of their own free will, however, the Faerie Queen brings them back to the Unseelie court for...punishment. It's said the Faerie Queen gives each misbehaving Gleetch ten words and ten seconds, however, to prove their innocence, before she takes them away...
Race: Gleetch
Height
8.4 Inches
Weight
3 pds
Description
Havoc is a small, unassuming sprite of the fey, hardly more than handspan high-she has two gossamer butterfly wings on her back, with a black yellow pattern reminiscent of a wasp. She had healthy earthtone skin, silky flaxen green hair, and eyes that are uncomfortable to look into-like lanterns, they seem to be merely dark green lights in her head, with no sclera. She looks very pretty, for her size.
She's a servant of the Seelie (compared to the Unseelie-they are still evil/less evil fey), a follower of Summer Court-given a thousand years of freedom on the mortal world for a particularly good compliment on the Faerie Queen's dress. She's not quite sure what to do with it, yet. Havoc has never been to the mortal world, and probably wouldn't have been-but in the Nightborn Era, many doors to many worlds were weakened, and beings like her slipped through the cracks...she does have some mischief in mind, though.
Skills
Deception
Awareness
Stealth
Inventory
Summer Court Dress (A shiny dress seemingly made of delicately woven golden leaves, to accentuate her tiny body. It's important to be at the height of fashion when meeting with fey. They take these things quite seriously-you can literally lose your head at a Fey party if you're a boor.)
Sun Stinger (This little piece of red glass shaped into a knife, would hardly prick a mans finger...but, it would draw a small amount of blood, and that's all it would take. Even a tiny stab causes immense, though entirely non-lethal pain in the target, sometimes described as 'oh Gods, my blood is boiling, kill me now'. Gleetch then usually flee...or use the moment to poke it in someplace entirely more vulnerable.)