Theme Song: Well, if you insist, I'll play you a tune...
Name: I have many names, each one completely different from the rest. Of late, I've taken to being called Robin Goodfellow.
Age: Not to belittle you, but I do not think you've a calculator with the necessary capacities for this.
Gender: As versatile as I am, I find Male to be the most comfortable.
Race: I hail from the Fair Folk, the Fae or Faeries as I believe you call them now.
Background: Many spun and multifarious are the tales of the Fair Folk. They extend throughout your bedtime stories and folk tales like roots beneath a grove of oak trees, weaving in and out. Tell me a story, any story you like, and I can retell it to you as the original, factual account that bred it. What, you thought them merely fairy tales? I can assure you, they are all based on true events. I would know, I was there. Now, many of these tales tell of the Rulers of the Fair Folk. Like me, they have many names; the Queen has been called Titania, Mab, Una, Elphame, Tanaquill, and Morgan, the King known by Oberon, the Erlking, Santa Claus, and Jareth. But regardless of their nomenclature, in many of the stories that depict them feature a third Fae whose power is said to be just below theirs. Sometimes he is personal aid to one or the other, elsetimes he is their court jester. What is ne'er disputed, however, is that this particular Faeries is powerful and cunning.
Now, may I let you in on a secret? It is all a pack of lies and falsehoods. I hold very little power in comparison to any given Fair Folk- in a duel of pure power and will, I would almost certainly lose. As for my occupation, I never once was truly an aid or an official jester to either one. True enough that I did help them and jest to them each on occasions, but in truth I am so much more. I am messenger, spy, scout, caretaker, clown, general, guard, assassin. I am mist, bat, wolf, lark, and liger. I am the horn that signals the Hunt, the inkwell of the Accords, the seal that adorns the King's missives. But most of all, when you speak of the great Faerie trickster, thou speakst aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night!
Relationships:
Titania & Oberon: As I am their ever faithful servant in a many myriad of tasks, either of the Fair Folk Royals may call on me to accomplish what they would and I shall see it done.
Baphomet: You have no idea how pleasently surprised I was to discover another trickster of a mystical being around 2200 years ago. Needless to say, the Vatican was never the same after we left. Though I do wonder what has become of the child of late...
(Do you too desire a relation with me? Simply ask the nearest bush where lives the Hobgoblin, and you shall be pointed to where we may speak freely!)
Special Skills:
In Likeness: As much as anyone who whispers my tales might have you believe, I do not in fact possess 10,000 powers and skills of the Faerie world. In fact, I have but one true ability; I am able to transform myself and others who are willing at will. Shape, size, form of matter, none of it is an object. So do be careful- that frog by the road, that tree alone in the meadow, that breeze at your back, none of it may be what it seems... heheheh.
Songs of the Forest: Not a special ability, but one I do delight in all the same. I can play nearly any instrument ever created. After all, who do you think taught humans to make music in the first place? Mayhaps it was me, mayhaps not... hee hee.