Cod

Cod is a faerie cursed into the body and occasional mind of a cat. He arrived on the server with Icarus. She is a bit of a bitch (affectionate). They are overly emotional, though not overly empathetic, and he has been known to shut down when overwhelmed. On her best days, they're showy, chatty and cheerful; on their worst, he is nonverbal and bitter. She is working on relating and communicating with people, and has made vast strides compared to where she started.

Despite coming across as not the most open being, Cod really does care for others that he trusts, and will often work hard to help them in any manner she can with their cat form. They try not to be overbearing or annoying, and he does a great job letting her family know how much they care about them all.

Due to the nature of the curse on them, she occasionally loses herself. During that time, he acts exactly as a chubby calico cat should; napping, biting, and curling up in Icarus' lap because he won't stop crying. They lose their memories at this time, and she either wants more physical affection or is better at yowling for it in this state.

## Appearance

### Pre-curse

Cod was created as a thin white faerie. They freckled easily, and the white side of her white-and-orange hair sported fewer brown steaks as though he's greying in reverse. Both their eyes were blue. They had a pair of comparatively large (to their short stature) ethereal wings like those of a tiger moth, and a long pair of antennae sprouting from her thinner hair. Her ears were long and pointed, as any faerie's are, as were his canines, both top and bottom. They rarely wore clothes except for formal events when dealing with other fae courts, and even then, just barely so; he is more comfortable in the buff.

### Current

Cod is cursed to be a smallish long-furred calico cat. He has two dark spots above her mismatched eyes (the left green, matching Icarus' right) like eyebrows that give their expressions more emotional range than a standard domestic cat. Her coat is very soft, with a fluffy tail, and he is fairly chubby. By all rights, they resemble a particularly adorable spoiled housecat.

Before she was given the name Cod or mistaken for a god, Icarus just called them the diminuative form of "friend" in his first language.

### Post-curse

Having spent so long a pampered cat, and Cod's appearance as a faerie reflects their affectionately spoiled state. He has a scruffy goatee and fluffy brows, as well as light hair anywhere else one would expect. Their ears are pierced, and somehow slightly more rounded than before, resembling Icarus' hybrid ears. Likewise, his teeth are more catlike, with the two teeth behind each canine sharpened. Her body is splattered with burn scars, and he sports two thin white scars on their back where her wings were previously. He exudes comfort and confidence, knowing his body is exactly as he likes it. They are slightly more prone to covering up, though only because they travel around and don't wish to offend with their preferred nudity.

## On The Server

He lives in the minion house with The Wisp, Icarus, and The Nomad. She does not need to sleep, usually only able to take light naps, and spends their nights curled up on the pillows or in the covers of the rest of the house's inhabitants, providing comfort from nightmares and stress with an eager purr and listening ear.

He is staunchly anti-minion, despite living with two minionologists.

They have several shrines, all of which are valid points of contact with them; though it is unclear who writes the answers in the books, the words are their own.

She has... channels through which they read most anything he can. While she'll rarely admit it, he's particularly fond of journals.

They are stuck as a cat the entire time. This does not dissuade her from considering The Nomad to be his daughter.

## Post-Whispers

She is briefly captured by the court of the Sidhe again, and Icarus saves him and brings them home. The queen Titania uncurses her because Icarus shows he's wanted.

Insufferably married (insufferable for everyone else, not for Icarus and The Wisp) once they're no longer cursed. Icarus is the first to kiss them. It's all very sweet.

She takes on the name "Samir", an Arabic name meaning something like "companion in evening talk"— he just picked it up from a list of names meaning "friend", and they liked being able to trill the r at the end, as it feels like a purr.

## Trivia

* even before being cursed, they purred
* she has an extremely limited ability to change her form, mostly using it to affirm her desired gender presentation
* his nap spot rankings are as follows:
	+ Icarus' lap (warm and safe)
	+ The Wisp's lap (cold and safe)
	+ The Nomad's pillow, just by her head
	+ Window nest in the minion house, padded with spare flannels (and shed feathers, and a few nice shiny scales) and smelling perfectly like home
	+ The Frost's shrine, tied with The Dryad's
	+ The Dryad's shoulders, despite the stiffness
* they never really cared for written or fairytale romance
* he doesn't consider Cod to be his name, just a nickname. she's had a lot of those
* stims
	+ chews on everything. EVERYTHING. except her nails
	+ fast tail flicking
	+ constant bouncing leg
	+ flicking his ears
	+ hand flaps (full body wiggle when a cat)
* cats can't really taste sweets, and they usually favored savory foods in Annwfyn, but they have one helluva sweet tooth later on
* loves beautiful vistas, hates hiking
* makes some pretty okay wine. it takes a lot to get them drunk

## Playlists

The more-or-less serious one; actually chronological, from Annwyfn to the Whispers SMP to a bit after her being uncursed. [1]

The definitely-less serious one that's mostly just man-lovin' music- maybe listen to this one with headphones, it gets adult.

The Java server one; not meant to be as sad as it is. He's... he's handling things. They're doing.

## Gallery (in no particular order)

Cod's Halloween costume :]Samir's halloween costume on the Java server :]Java era. gay people realcomfy cozy. Whispers eraA more detailed portrait of Samir.
1. ↑ https://archiveofourown.org/works/34711858