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Frin
Legacy Name: Fryn

The Nightmare Sheeta
Owner: heretical

Age: 5 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: February 9th, 2019

Adopted: 5 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 9th, 2019

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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Miss Frin, where are we going now? Is there gonna be food there? The girl's voice was squeaky. Sort of like a rat, she thought uncharitably.

Not here and no. Frin bit out the answer, knowing that the girl would keep badgering her if she didn't say anything.

The girl gave a little huff and Frin looked back. The child's nose was scrunched up and her brow was furrowed with disdain. That's not an answer at all!

Well no one said you had to follow me, brat, she said as she looked forward again, picking up the pace a little out of spite.

My name's not brat, it's Beth, came the tetchy answer. There really was no having the last word with this one. Frin glanced at the street sign and saw her destination: Wormwood Avenue. Home of all things disreputable and barren of its usual patrons in the light of day, a twisting, serpentine road in ill repair compared to the open and clean street they came from.

She'd never understand why mortals had to be so very obvious. Any passerby would know exactly what sort of things happened down Wormwood Avenue under the cover of dark just by looking at it, no subtlety at all. Unfortunately, the man she wished to talk to about curse removal did his business along the avenue so she had no choice but to meet him.

A shake of her head and she set out down the alleyway, ignoring the brat's shout of protest at having been unceremoniously shaken. She kept an eye on the building numbers as they went by—twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, and there, twenty-four. The storefront was long abandoned but she wasn't here for that so she strode up to the door, which looked like it was rotting off its hinges, leading to the upstairs apartments and banged a fist against the it. A moment later a stooped, jaundiced man answered the door.

Ah, the one who simply insisted on a meeting outside of my usual hours, such a lovely girl to be so peevish, he sneered, showing off surprisingly white teeth.

Yes, well my time is more valuable than some, so why don't we get down to business. Mortals could be entertaining but sometimes Frin despised them, she already couldn't wait for this particular exchange to be done with..

The man stepped aside for her to enter and she found herself nearly tripped by an overeager Beth.

Not you, Frin scolded, grabbing the girl by her shoulder and steering her back onto the street. Stay

The last thing she saw as she closed the door behind her was the girl's pouting face. She turned and followed the whispertrader up the staircase—worryingly rickety—and into his office to sit in front of his desk which had seen better days in a chair that had seen better days.

I've heard a rumor about a witch who breaks curses, I'd like to trade information. It was always better to be straightforward Frin had found. The Justice is in debt and has not issued a verdict of his own in the past five months. Give me what I want and I tell you who is pulling his strings, two whispers for one is a fair trade I think.

The man's eyes had gleamed with a greedy eagerness when she spoke and he seemed ready enough to comply. He travels. He was in town a year ago, three months before you showed up. The Thomases swear by him though, said he cured their father right up so he's speaking forwards again instead of backwards like he'd been since he tried to cheat his way out of handing over the goat he promised Martha Widdershins. Didn't give a name but wore a green cloak and rode a grey horse, all I've got. The name?

Nothing new. Frin sighed and stood. His wife. She's kept separate accounts for years and bought up his debts as he made them. Always wanted to be Justice and a sight smarter than him besides so what say you and me keep this between ourselves or several important somebodies find out just how bad the information you've been feeding them is, hm?

He spluttered but she didn't wait for his reply before heading back down the stairs, he'd listen if he knew what was good for him and if not it was no skin off her nose. She wrinkled her nose one last time in distaste before pushing the rotting door open, as if it wasn't bad enough she'd had to come here in the first place the trip had been a waste of time too.

It took a moment of blinking in the bright sun, before she was able to see without squinting after the dull shadows of the office. Beth wasn't there. Frin glanced to both sides of the street which suddenly seemed all the more menacing for being empty. No sign of her. She was suddenly very aware of just what sort of street this was and how most of its residents would take to a cheerful eight year old.

Beth? Her voice was not quivery and she absolutely was not shouting. Beth!?

No, no. She didn't like the kid, clingy little limpet that she was, but that didn't mean she could leave her in the hands of the kinds of people that stalked Wormwood Avenue. Not bright, cheerful Beth.

Beth, this isn't funny. Her voice carried as she walked along the road, staring down the narrow alleys which separated the buildings. You need to come out right now.

Beth didn't come out. Frin cursed and stalked along the street, searching. She wished she wasn't stuck in this useless body with useless ears and a useless nose, if she'd had either one of her senses back she'd have found the girl already doubtless. How did mortals live like this? Her pace grew more frantic as the girl failed to appear.

What're you doing? Behind her. Frin twirled to face Beth's curious face, she had an apple fritter in one hand oozing juices between her fingers. Did you lose something?

Frin cleared her throat, coughed. No. No, it was nothing. You, you went to get something to eat?

Yep, Beth said with a popping noise and a wide smile. Mrs. Greene remembers my mom and always gives me a pastry if I show up before the lunch rush.

That's, good. Frin felt like the words were choking her as she tried to spit them out, relief suffocating. Next. Um, next time. You don't have to wait outside. You can come in with me.

Really!? That's great! Beth's over exuberant shout was like music to Frin's ears.

Let's go, this isn't a good place for kids.

Name: Frith Frin Frona
Alias: Frin Fairweather
Age: Old
Species: Puca
Gender: Currently female

Appearance:
Frin's true body bears a rather strong resemblance to a dark, iridescent black fruit bat. She has a short, pointed muzzle and mouth full of sharp teeth, tapered ears, and large eyes with rectangular pupils reminiscent of a goat. She has large, webbed wings as well as a long tail with a bristled end not unlike that of a donkey. As a rule, at least one feature of Frin's true form carries over when shifting, be it the tail, pupils, ears, teeth, or ears; the effect is generally more perturbing than anticipated.

In her cursed form Frin it absolutely human with none of the extra attributes she'd normally gain from shifting. She has pale skin and dark hair which falls to roughly shoulder length with blunted bangs. She has dark brown eyes, a mischievous smile, and a pointy chin. Her elbows are boney along with most of the rest of her and she has a penchant for wearing brightly colored dresses.

Personality:
The Frin of old was a trickster, and a cruel one, at heart, taking pleasure in the pain and misfortune of others. She had virtually no compassion for the mortals she tormented and is responsible for more than one death when her victims were unable to overcome the trials she set before them. She saw no difference in playing her games with children or adults except perhaps that children were easier to be made to cry, not that all of them didn't in the end though. Understandably she reacted very poorly to being trapped in a mortal body and took a quite a while to come around to the idea during which time she was violently angry as opposed to violently mischievous.

The new Frin is another story entirely. Changed irrevocably by her young companion, Frin still has the potential to be quite terrifying but is significantly tapered by her newfound compassion. She has an especial soft spot for children given the young age of her charge when she took her on and is a fierce champion to those who are made victims by their age but still does not take to most adults. Although she has moved far past the point of torturing innocents for fun she is decidedly less sympathetic to those who take advantage of the vulnerable and enjoys her games more than ever with a deserving—her definition may be somewhat looser than most—target.

Her Charge:
Beth is a bright and cheerful young orphan who attached herself to Frin and refused to let go. In the beginning Frin was surly and disdainful towards the girl but over time and quite accidentally grew to care deeply for her. At first upon discovering Frin's true nature Beth was horrified and terrified that Frin was going to whisk her away to Faery never to return to the mortal world again but eventually she came to realize that Frin cared for just as she cared for Frin. Frin is as close to a mother as Beth has, though she tends to think of her more as her guardian, her protector.

On her name:
Frin is a faery and thus must obey the commands of anyone who speaks her full name. Understandably this is something she guards against and so even among the other faeries only uses the middle of her name. She has told Beth her true name.

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