Fairfax Wormwood

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## Fairfax Wormwood

### Date of birth

highly classified information shared with no one

### Height

around 170cm, but never lets anyone get close enough to measure

### Dress

long cloaks, hoods, and generally concealing clothing - or what you'd think is concealing, anyway...

### Language

an incoherent jumble of non-sensical words mixed with assorted laughs, snorts, and giggles

### Motto(s)

"Hehehe..." (generally spoken from the shadows in an ominous way after just preforming an elaborate joke)

### Pastimes

pranking people, playing jokes

**Fairfax** is a trickster oc made by Flappy. He has a very slight addiction to humour, jokes, and chaos. It is highly advised that anyone who comes into contact with him avoids him at all costs. If you come across him, you should probably run away as fast as you can before he makes you trip over air.

Fairfax presents quite a predicament when it comes to words. Few words in the English language can accurately sum up Fairfax's unique personality. He has no static personality - or does he? - and he always seems out of place. He seems to be fond of not drawing attention to himself, yet his entire existence - the dark cloaks and hoods, the jokes, the magic - it all attracts every ounce of attention in the room to him like a magnet.

This page will attempt to describe the man using the closest-fit words that we have.

## Description

Fairfax's exact description is difficult to discern. After all, he spends the majority of his time peering from the shadows in long cloaks and hooded attire. This clothing seems rather useless for someone who supposedly dislikes attention as it actually makes him stand out more (besides the many layers are incredibly impractical for travelling).

But from what can be pieced together by the many people who have been his victims, he seems to be a rather short- and skinny-built human with rather long legs compared to his body.

His face is long, thin, and flat-chinned. His body, though small in itself, is rather large compared to his head. In fact, his entire body is disproportional, with everything seeming to be either too big or too small for the rest of him. His nose is small and rather flat. His eyes are small and black (or, at least, extremely dark brown, but it looks black from a distance, and a distance is the closest you'll ever get to him. So we'll say they're black), and gleam with mischievousness and eagerness at the next joke he's going to play.

His hair, when not covered by a hood, is rumpled but not messy. It is long, brown and fairly drab; framing his his face and just about reaching his shoulders. It is incredibly straight.

His skin is rather pale, as it is normally concealed by a mesh of cloaks and robes and tunics and shirts and the like.

## Personality

If you read the stuff on the top, you should know the basics of his personality. If you didn't read the stuff on the top, you should know that it is a good idea to go back and read the stuff on top.

Fairfax is a jokester, trickster, prankster, humourist, quipster, funny-ster, and whatever other "-sters" you can possibly come up with. Aside from, of course, hamsters.

Fairfax is the kind of person who peeks into the corner of a world, sprinkles a bit of havoc into it, and then sits back on his bed with candy and popcorn to enjoy the drama. He doesn't enjoy actually getting his hands dirty and doing the work himself, but rather prefers to play his pranks from a distance.

He absolutely radiates feelings that cannot be described in words. For instance, you simply can't feel mad at him, no matter what he's done to you. You just can't. It is physically impossible. After all, Fairfax is like that, remember?

He's the kind of guy who might randomly appear, leaning casually against the wall in the middle of your party. He seems like he's been standing there a while, but you haven't noticed him before because of the way he tends to blend in with the shadows. You're sure that you didn't invite him to the party, and yet there he is. But for some reason, you don't ask him to leave. You don't know what to do. He's like that. When he sees you looking at him, he grins, winks, and disappears. The next thing you know something's gone horribly wrong - another prank, courtesy of Fairfax. He's out there somewhere, cracking up as you scramble in a panic to get everything back together. And yet even though he just crashed your party, you just can't possibly be mad at him for a reason you simply can't explain.

If you do see him, he does tend to be quite the toothpaste-commercial kind of guy, flashing you unnecessary smiles. After all, once you've noticed him, he doesn't mind you noticing him more. In fact, once you've noticed him, you're guaranteed to notice him more, as he tends to stay on your mind for the rest of the day, and really the rest of your life. The black depths of his pitch-dark eyes, boring into yours as they assess you. If he spots you, you can be sure he's going to analyse you, trying to determine what kind of prank to pull on you.

Though he seems to stop at nothing to pull off a good joke, Fairfax does, at least, have something of a moral code. After all, he would never actually *steal* something. He's far above *that.* He'd only magic it away, so that you spend hours looking for it while he's doubling over laughing. That's very different from stealing...

...right?

Yeah. It is. Sort of.