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Rob looking very delighted with himself and hugging his hands to his own chest, wearing a dark blue sweater with horizontal rainbow stripes across it.
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A reference sheet themed with hanging textiles on a clothesline before a background depicting a whimsical wooden house and a dark forest. The reference depicts a strange, moth-firefly man with a brown carapace and maroon hair in an undercut, dressed in a low cut tunic wrapped in an orange sash, and poofy, purple-striped pants. He is adorned with various pieces of jewelry and wears a necklace with a christmas light and a collection of sewing needles around his neck. Extra details show the pattern on his wings and ear-wings, indicates the eyes on his wings can emote, his firefly abdomen, as well as his body patterns beneath his clothing. Text: Nox Caradoc Alys Nox Luighseach Coinneach Eoghan Wyrd, whimsical weaver Height: 4’4” Age: ??? The Hedge is a dangerous place, filled with all manner of odd fae beings. Many of them are tricksters, but just as many wish little more than to feast on your bones...and then there's Nox. Nox is rather singularly fixated on weaving. It doesn't really matter WHAT he makes, just that he's making it . Blouses, scarves, towels, rugs, tapestries, socks, anything. He enjoys assembling outfits that nobody will ever wear. If there is a deeper motivation behind it, Nox has never told a soul. He's witty, charming, and rather charismatic, and delights in a bit of banter whenever some poor Lost passes through his lonely Hollow. But he doesn't suffer guests beyond a chat, shooing them out once he's lost interest. He's compassionate, but also fickle, and he prefers the quiet. That is, until a wind-up doll stumbled into his little corner of the Hedge, casting an open promise to the Wyrd before falling into catatonia. This one was different, wasn't it? And they'd just wrote a blank check with their words. Well, Nox could use an extra set of hands...
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