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PERSONALITY.

On first glance, Erik seems nice and normal enough; he's friendly, and cheerful, and curious enough to ask a thousand questions of whoever deigns to talk to him. He can fake something like patience for an extended period of time if he has to, and behave generally like a human for the right incentive.

Except that's about the whole of it. "Generally". "Something like". To those not aware of the supernatural community lurking under the surface, he likely comes across a little 'off' regardless. A little too high-strung, a little too intense, just a little...weird. Red Caps aren't the most socialized creatures to begin with, solitary by nature and with a penchant for the malicious and violent kind of mischief, with an emphasis on 'violent'. They're deeply territorial of whatever they think of as 'theirs', which usually consists of whatever dwelling they've taken up residence in but can extend to belongings and people too if the dwelling's not permanent. Consequently, he tends to be a little grabby and possessive of anything he's had for a while, and personal space isn't really a thing he worries about. At all. All space is his until otherwise negotiated.

Furthermore, he's got a bit of a short fuse and very limited self-control, inclined towards acting first and thinking about the consequences later.

HISTORY.

Erik started out his existence as a Red Cap, a malevolent fae that takes up residence in castles. It was his castle, or at least that's what he would have told anyone who asked (not that they generally did), and he protected it ruthlessly. Anyone who stepped inside without his permission was brutally murdered, as was his kind's wont, their blood used to die his hat for kicks, while those who did things the "right" way, and offered him gifts of recently killed animals, were bestowed with good fortune.

And then the vikings came calling. Looted and pillaged his town, and then came to his castle. Entered without his permission and took his stuff, but when he took his vengeance on them, well they were a little tougher than he expected. He took out a couple of them but the next few were harder, and after a valiant fight, and a few apologies once they realized he wasn't human, he decided they were worth letting live.

So he followed them home. Didn't ask for permission, but then they hadn't either so he figured it was about fair. Granted the clan good fortune once they realized he was a boon to their forays into the world around them, and when they found the New World, well he decided to stay. Plenty of other people to menace and residences to take for his own.

The homes weren't like those he had inhabited before. Newer, more temporary, but a few centuries later that changed. The dwellings got bigger, sturdier. The first one he took for his own was by force. Killed the occupants and moved right in, and stayed there until the day the city demolished it.

And that's been his life ever since. Moving from abandoned home to abandoned home, protecting it from intruders (or anyone who entered period) right up until the day it was demolished and then moving on to the next one.

Eventually, he met Rayla, a forest spirit who he somehow managed to get along with despite the odds. It helped that the two courts were at war, and Erik had been captured by the other side, and Rayla had more compassion for...literally anyone than Erik did. A small amount of kindness, something Erik managed to brain-wrestle into something like an offering, and the two have been close friends ever since. So close Erik even switched sides a few years after the war was over just to make things a little easier on himself; less morally frowned-upon to hurt people on your own side just because you want to be friends with somebody, after all.

ABILITIES.

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