Warrior fairy, born from Obsidian. My delicate features often have me mistaken as a companion fairy. My wings are large, one is torn and rolled up inside a small leather pouch carried by my owner. My wing is used to control me, if it is hurt, it causes me physical pain. I look down on humans as I have been enslaved by them for 70 years. Often insulting or threatening them. I am sarcastic and cold, not an obedient fairy helper. Often defiant. Can summon sharp weapons from thin air. Swordsman