Brook

Name: Brookstone Riversong
Gender: Female
Age: 3, but she's mature like an 18 year old
Species: Pixie

Appearance:
Hair || Short || Spiky || Dark brown fading to a lighter brown
Eyes || A lovely chocolate brown || Framed by long eyelashes, well, long for a pixie
Skin || Pale || Slightly shiny || Well taken care of || A bright light seems to radiate from her body at all times
Figure || She stands at the amazing height of 4" || Slim, her waist being about the size of a pencil || She has small limbs and extremities || A pair of dark green, intricate and thin wings sprout from her back
Clothes || She doesn't wear much except for a light brown dress with dark green undergarments || Brown arm covers || She never wears shoes

Personality:
Jealousy || Brook gets jealous really easily. Though her heart is difficult to win over, there may be few that she truly likes. She becomes extremely possessive and over protective, and will insult anyone who makes her jealous. When she becomes jealous she gets angry and very rude.
Rude || She's really quite rude. Basically everything she says is an insult. She generally uses vicious and hateful words
Short Tempered || She has an incredibly short temper and gets mad very easily. What really ticks her off is being called "fairy."
Loyalty || Brook is very, and extremely loyal to those she actually likes. She will protect them to the best of her limits, generally by warning them of dangers nearby, or with a blinding flash of light
Uncaring || Brook doesn't care much for anything. Even danger. If a danger presents itself, usually when it's pointed at something else, she will laugh and sometimes sit on the enemy's head for a better view of the fighting. Though when she herself is in trouble she cannot fight so she'll run, well, fly.

Likes: Flying || Pranks || People shocked by her being a pixie || Water || Brooks || Streams || Porpoises || Smart birds || Insulting people when they can't understand
Dislikes: Idiots || Monkeys || People who don't understand her when she wants them to || Rats || Fire || Being called a fairy

History: Brook was born to a family of five. There was her mother, her father, and her three sisters. They lived near a river in a tall willow tree. The willow's branches protected the six pixies from prying eyes, as they preferred to stay out of sight of humans. They never knew of any other pixies besides themselves, but this does not mean they are the only ones, though that was what they assumed. They never wanted any humans to see them or know of their existence, but that didn't stop rumors from flying.

One rainy, stormy day, lightning flashed all around their home. The tree caught fire, branches fell and pixies died. Not all of them. One survived the frightening flames. Of course, I'm sure you can guess who that was. Considering that she's alive and well, it was clearly Brook, the youngest of the five. Her parents had been trapped in their bedroom, her sister, Willow, had been crushed under a fallen branch. Her other two sisters had been washed away by the rain down the river. Brook managed to squeeze out of her room, earning some right nasty burns on the way out. She flitted away from her home, pausing for a couple moments to reminisce about her family.

After this she's been on her own. She goes from place to place, often stealing from the humans in order to get food and whatever else she needs. She isn't tied down anywhere, and prefers not to stay in one place anyways as she's afraid something bad might happen. This is most likely why she is always in such a bad mood, because all that she had was taken from her.
Powers:

Flying	As a pixie, Brook has a small pair of wings sprouting from her back, allowing her to fly. Her wings beat as fast as a hummingbird's, which, in turn, makes it so she can fly extraordinarily quickly, faster than the human eye can see. To humans she's a ball of light until she stops moving
Speaking	When she speaks, it sounds like tiny bells ringing through the air. There are few that can understand her, but not many, which is probably a good thing due to her generally vulgar language. She can also speak to various animals, depending on their intellect. She prefers to talk to porpoises and birds, as most others are rather stupid, but she can sometimes talk to rats and monkeys
Light	Brook is always surrounded by a bright light. Seen from afar, she really just looks like a ball of light. Using this haze that encompasses her body, she can explode it from her body to create a blinding light for a few seconds. This, however, tires her out, so much so to the point that she will collapse afterwards. She rarely likes to do this as it only lasts for a little while, and it tires her out. It is only to be used in emergency situations, which should comprise of an enemy and an ally to carry her away from the scene.
Sight	She has hawk-like vision and can see things from afar.

Other:
Weaknesses || She has a fear of fire now
Soul || Her soul is rather loud for one so small. It is a vibrant green color mixed with a beautiful brown. Sometimes it may look hazy, as though it's being seen from underwater.

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