Mica

[*Zahir]

Basic Information
Name: Micael Bartolomeo Gellert del Benedetto
Aliases: Mica, principe Mica
Gender: Male
Race: Fey (Pixie)
Age: Approx 280
Profession:
Tale teller, bard, Prince of a lost Pixie tribe
Languages: Common, Sylvan, Elven, Draconian
Accent: None

Physical Information
Height: 0.5ft and a bit
Weight: unknown
Body build: stringy
Skin type: fey
Hair style: punk
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Colouring:
Hair: brown-red
Eyes: always looks very tired, still glances by excitement
Skin: normal

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Good
Philosophy: 'There is always fun, just need to seek after it'
Deity/Beliefs: unknown
Personality: joyful, playful, speaks a lot

Additional Information
Gear: He wears only red pantaloons and pointy leather shoes. He has also a very little magical fey bag on his side, looks leather like. His own, handmade little flute is from his home wood, and always placed in his belt when he not plays.
Jewelry: None.
Habbits/hobbies/manner: Mostly excited and flies around in eights or circles. He likes make back tumbles in midair.
General Health: He looks healthy, but always a bit tired around his eyes.
Favorite Drink: Fresh spring water, and very light ale.
Weaknesses: Just watch him, he is a Pixie!
Other:

Relationship
Faction: Anarch (not official member yet)
Freinds/Contacts: Isaac, Nix, Illearn, Drapnir, and many others...

[*Zahir]

Oh-oh, I'm in trouble, where should I begin this story...

Long ago, or before long ago with a bit, but not much, just a little bit, I've been a mighty prince ('principe') of the great Tribe of Benedetto. So many, and more brave and mighty, good hearted little friend of mine...But, and this is most unfortunate, our wood become target by the war of humans, elven or who knows exactly who else, the fact is, they simply chopped out the trees, which become part of great catapults and such.

But how? Sure we fought back, we did everything, believe me E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!
Even I talked with those 'bastardi' but they ....well, haunt me out with my folk, what a shame?!
Bigger shame, that our mighty tribe found a new home, but not me, cause something went terribly wrong. - What now? DOn't ask so much, please...I will tell it! - So....I become summoned by an annoying element, a not mighty, not brave wizard. Happens, said to myself, but my tough luck was, that this fellow has lived in Sigil. - Sigil, no, not anywhere else, but EX-actly in the cage - Normally I could have been summoned in Elysium, or ...or...or somewhere on a nice beach. The wrong thing with summon, that almost every single time the summoner is in trouble - Or short of servants in the kitchen.

So I anchored in the cage, and, what a surprise, Lady of Pain never let me leave. The summon spell vanquished, but I stayed.
Our tribe likes almost every caster, because we respect magic above all. - How so, you asked? Well, that's because we born from extreme magical events as a side effect, at least the legend goes so. - All, but not this looser.. For twenty years we stayed closed together in a cellar, cause this 'bastardo' forget bring on him the keyring - Ok, happens with everyone, but he used magic on the cellar door before... - so we were trapped for a while and we must live in peace, against the fact, that he was an annoying twerp. - Twenty years in a cellar of a fool wizard, indeed annoying!
At last we managed to break out, when he realized, that he has made some emergency exit. - No, don't even think about it to mention that I SHOULD KNOW!!!

After this I lived in Brux, but those seelie affairs gave me a shit, so I decided I'll find back my way to...somewhere else, what matters, and it has the most importance, that I want live like a wanderer hero, a song singer, tale teller, ladies luck figure, someone, who isn't like anyone else.

[*Zahir]

The cage, well...place of fun, but also place of sorrow.
After a short while, I've noticed, that there are things to change....Elements of order are stubborn fellows with lot of greed and angry in their puny hearts.

But I can tell, that I'm glad, cause I've found friends along my mighty and glorious and joyful and ... road from cellar of the inn to blood stained fields of Abyss.
Abyss ugly place, not for peaceful pixies like Mica, like me. Other hand a poet must sorrow and fight to get able to write about these things, and to his songs become more realistic and so on.
My comrades, and I'm so grateful about that, handles Mica like a useful little fellow with his flute.

I feel I've improved a lot, so I can play more games with the greedy ones. However I've tried find the good guys around, I wasn't contacted by them really, and this puts me a bit down, but pixies got a lot of time, sooner or later they will find Mica good enough, I will keep search and try win the hide 'n' seek.

[*Zahir]

A nice lot things happened with Mica, and it's good enough!

End of boring times in a cellar with a bastardo, who calls himself wizard. I'm free, so free. Anyway not many would dare go to abyss, or carceri, from one prison to another.
My greatest sorrow, that not a single green spot can be find, no vegetation, nor even form of life around these places, but ashes fires, and lots of things. First it was so exciting for me, but now, a bit boring.
If I will become the greatest, or one of the greatest singers in the cage, I swear I will plant some plants to Abyss and guard it till grow up, just to annoy those demons.

Well, talking about demons, Drapnir, one of my mighty fellow, gave me a very precious piece of treasure. A real one. It's so dangerous, that I haven't even dear to give it a try. A scroll of the Lich's ballads, or somethin' like that. I reed it only once, and my endless wisdom let me know, that this piece of scroll worth more then a thousand of well armed demon army. I don't really care, how he got in his possession this one, but he must be a lucky bastard, or a fool. As I know, he isn't fool...
Enough to read it once, and I felt the sorrow of the death's legions, if I would sing it when living around, the flesh would melting down and life would become negated "ash to ash".

My dear diary, one last thing, then I go to find out the way, how could I use the ballads against evil's forces. I've found a real nice ragazza, una bellissima...She is an amazing audience for my sings, and I guess she like my songs imbued with my ancestral fey magic. Shame she is troppo grande, ma...well, she is just great. Oh my, the faith of bards...

Really last one, I gave to Drap as exchange a nice hammer I've found, looked like happy with it, still I'm sure, he got better already.

After last-last-last-one, let me remember, that I must seek for Alana, the ranger girl, cause She is very adept huntress on Carceri, and I may learn a lot of trick of bow handling from her. Well, I should seek for a mini bow, or a sling, or something...first.

[*Zahir]

Yesterday Nix made his little pool party in the Gym.
I've got too an invitation, so "Il principe 'e andato alla festa". Was a nice event, a lot of girlie in swimsuit...oh, my-my...
I've played a lot of song, my favorites and some others. By others I mean the glorious feywine song. They've played "dare", so Nix emptied a full bottle of Feywine, was fun, cause I gave him the magick tunes....so some minor alternation happens on her mind.
Shame others didn't drink it, would have been a nice chaos around.
I'm happy cause I became familiar with others around hearing their chatting...

Shame, that Signor Hildmore didn't come, there are some tension between some groups around, which is not a surprise.

At all, it ends nicely, or at least I hope, cause I've got some things to arrange, and leave them before the party ended.

Other topic, my doings in hive seems have little compact till now, against the fact, that more and more folks begins sympathize with the thoughts of changing, still, got a lot work to do. I suspect, that sooner or later hardheads or guvners will interfere my work, I can just hope, that one of the Sigil cells will find me faster then they. If not, I will have to hide for a short while, and this would make some backwards on the current state of my plans against the greedy ones.

[*Zahir]

Well, well...

So much happened lately, dunno either where to begin.
First, and most importance, I've met those nice fellows, "anarchs". Good boys with great heart and very very devoted for freedom and all of that nice goal. I'm a bit uncertain, they have, well, some of them got a bit too much devotion, and they like see things such everything is allowed for the holy goal. Not so sure, but maybe 'cause I'm totally free, and have the power live free, can't really empathize with those poor folks, but I will try harder. I'm sure humans, everyone of them got enough will to let themselves free at last, so I will help as much as I can.

I miss my home. Yesterday I've found the Warchief of the iron tusk clan, a big orc fellow, who ventured the garrisons of the hobgoblins ...and did it alone! I must admit he got a nice big hatred against those things, was fun escort him and tell him tales and play to him on my flute. Anyway, he is from Nishrek, as he told me. At least he knows the way back, even if, for now, got problems...
My plane, my way back seems completely lost, the only place around similar to my home is Brux, where those damned war rages.

Other hand, here in the cage, one can become more powerful then ever imagined, cause the urge of survival. I had time to train my perform skills, and my dear flute begins accept me as player, which produce really nice effect. Shame, that here, in Sigil, everyone is occupied with his own plans to change the multiverse and everything like that. I would be the best anywhere else, but here, I'm just an other nice performer. Peoples of Sigil have seen far too much already, no more wonder, no more sparkling, just shrugs... At least I've learned so much lore about multiverse, that I could tale days and weeks long, and even so would have more in my belly to tale, still it won't help, cause who is in the cage, stays in the cage.

Maybe I should seek for something really-really-really-fascinating-big story, then, maybe for few minutes, they would listen on little Mica. Dunno sure either it's good or not...

I will meditate on these questions...

[*Zahir]

Lately I've met with the cutest being ever, Her name is Piri, and she is a real troublemaker, so I like her even better. I shown to her my best, and I guess, mebbe, she likes me...a bit, well, I'm certain that she fell in love...umm...not so certain, really, but we got a good start.

So, I'm happy, that Mica isn't alone, together we can make a nice lot of fun around...
However I must learn much more about Her! To be honest sometimes she speaks a bit weird, and fast, so I must concentrate hard what she want, but that makes her even more cute!

As I know she is tied to Naya as familiar. I dunno how is she, Naya with her, I hope She isn't like my previous summoner...

Against the fact of having a lot of fun, Mica must concentrate on the study and research about those epic instrument crafting work, there are a lot of fuss with that. Already collected a lot of book and also made the list of focus of the planes, but still a lot to do. Two planes are unidentified in aspect of focus, and non of them were collected yet.

If it wouldn't be enough, the imbuing ritual's place must be found, and the ritual itself, the hymn must be written soon. Not mention the base instrument itself, to whom I must find the best crafter ever lived in Sigil. Mica won't make compromises, it must be perfect, the smallest dissonance could make a nice big trouble, or even a cataclysm. No one needs them, even if it would be fun to see peoples crumble around deaf...everywhere. But not so fun if I would like make more performance ever.

Anyhow fun and work can come together in some aspect, this epic instrument crafting is a mere fun itself. If manage, Mica will be famous, and immortal, cause even if he dies, the instrument will remain for ethereal...