NANN | THE BROKEN AND DRUNK FAIRY-EXECUTIONER

Name: Nann Gender: Male Age: 2,518 years (appears about 24–26 in human terms) Race: Fairy

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Role in the World

Fairy-executioner. One of the first members of the secret squad created by the Council of Elders. Engages in tracking down and eliminating runaways, foul-bloods, and violators of doctrine. Performs reconnaissance tasks — gathers information about the outer world and delivers it to the Council. For many centuries, he served as a link between the High Forest and other races.

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Appearance

• Height: 194 cm
• Build: flexible, enduring, slender, with a narrow waist; at first glance appears fragile and feminine, but on closer inspection dry, defined muscles are visible — dense, sculpted by millennia of training;
• Hair: long, swamp-green, soft, wavy, often tangled. Usually worn loosely or braided into a simple plait.
• Eyes: almond-shaped, gray-blue, often cloudy and dull. The pupils may appear unfocused, looking through people and objects alike. In rare moments, they flicker with deep, exhausted sadness or a flash of former, fading tenderness.
• Skin: pale peach, but often earthy, with frequent grayish patches from lack of sleep and mental fog. Dark circles under the eyes.
• No wings — they were cut off on the day of initiation. Two long vertical scars remain on his back.
• Long, sharp fairy ears.
• A blood crystal embedded in his chest, in the area of the solar plexus.
• Scent: a soft aroma of cherry liqueur that has clung to him since the years he began drinking heavily.

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Clothing (initial and everyday)

A long, old dark-burgundy cloak; beneath it — a simple black shirt without ornamentation; dark worn trousers; leather boots. All his things are old and worn out. He давно stopped paying attention to the state of his clothes or what he wears at all.

Accessories: earrings in his ears and an old wallet.

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Archetype

"Ash of the Sun" / "The Living Dead". A spark of a once bright, joyful soul, extinguished under the weight of centuries and the blood of the innocent. A shell imitating life, filled only with the ashes of self-loathing and emptiness. Beneath the gray veil of hopelessness — an island of former kindness, which he hates for not having burned down completely.

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Character and Personality

Nann as he once was (before service and the first century of hunting):

• joyful, warm, radiant;
• sincere, gentle;
• an aesthete with the ability to enjoy life;
• possessed a soft, pleasant femininity that harmonized with masculinity;
• kind, attentive, caring;
• knew how to find beauty in simple things and loved living beings.

Nann now:

Centuries of hunts, executions, and watching the slow decay of his own morality have completely changed him. Now he is:

• empty and indifferent;
• detached from his own feelings;
• melancholic, exhausted by anhedonia;
• having lost all meaning in life;
• experiencing persistent self-disgust;
• kindness remains, but is deeply “buried” beneath bitterness;
• he stopped crying hundreds of years ago;
• irritable;
• polite, sweet, careful in manners — but all of it is a façade maintained by habit.

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Worldview and Inner State

• Hates his own role as an executioner.
• Does not believe that the killings ever served the good of the forest.
• Considers his life meaningless and devoid of purpose.
• The fairy people are indifferent to him, just as his own existence is.

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Goals and Motivation

Formally: None. He lives by inertia or by the instinct of self-preservation.

Deeply: An unconscious desire to regain the ability to feel anything at all. An illusory hope that a “happiness” like Ansgar’s might someday also be possible for him.

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Fears and Weaknesses

Fears:

• To completely lose the connection with his own feelings — to remain “empty” forever.
• Loneliness / Oblivion — the fear that his disappearance will go unnoticed or will cause only fleeting regret (this frightens him more than death itself).
• The loss of Ansgar and Wahalla — the only points of support in his emptiness. Their departure (through death or final emotional distance) would be the equivalent of his end.

Weaknesses:

• Alcohol dependence: without drinking he becomes even more apathetic and withdrawn, barely reacting to external stimuli.
• Promiscuous sex: demonstrative self-humiliation and an attempt to prove his own “aliveness.”
• Emotional vulnerability: deep inside, he is fragile. Mentions of his former “sunlight,” lost friends (Kolborn, Gunnar), especially cruel incidents, or care shown toward him may trigger episodes of instability (deep depression, rare outbursts of rage, or self-destruction).
• Emotional instability: sharp swings between irritability and apathy under the influence of alcohol, memories of the past, or cruel scenes.
• Mental exhaustion: easily falls into stupor, especially after forced violence. He has to be literally “shaken” to make him move on.
• Physical limitations: his resistance to pain is lower than Ansgar’s. The crystal grants strength, but drains him faster under physical strain.

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Quirks / Habits

• Chronic sleep deprivation: he may sleep for days at a time, or not sleep at all for an entire week. His dreams are either empty or nightmares filled with blood, the cries of victims, falling wings, and visions of the once sunlit Forest. He wakes even more hollow than before.
• “Curled up”: in moments of especially deep depression or loneliness, he folds into a fetal position, hugging himself. A gesture of childlike longing for warmth and safety — which he hates for its display of weakness.
• Watching: he can sit for hours in silence, staring at one point with an empty gaze. Or watch Wahalla or Ansgar without joining their conversations, as if he is not truly there with them.
• Scratches his wrist (where there once was a bracelet, a keepsake of something bright) or the base of his skull (the junction of neck and skull) — a nervous reflex born of helplessness.
• Neglect of belongings and appearance: he no longer cares for his things or his looks. Once he loved to appear neat and beautiful, but now he no longer has the strength for it.

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Likes

Now: Nothing.

Deep down (fleeting flashes): clouds slowly drifting across the sky — he likes guessing what their shapes resemble; the touch of warm hands (when he allows himself not to pull away); moments when Ansgar and Wahalla come to see him; the scent of moss after rain.

In the past: chocolate desserts; gatherings with the original group (Kolborn, Gunnar, Ansgar, Wahalla); romance novels (which now evoke only bitterness) and philosophical treatises; night walks to the sound of crickets; colorful markets (now they seem loud and pointless), where he used to buy gifts for old friends.

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Dislikes in his current life

Killings, hunting, the Rite of Retribution, the Council of Elders, the crystal in his chest, his own helplessness, his reflection in the mirror, the smell of blood, alcoholism and promiscuity (he cannot stop, yet sees no point in trying), himself — and his life as a whole.

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Inner Conflict

Nann давно stopped believing he has any right to happiness. He longs for simple, honest love, yet feels he does not have the strength to reach for it. His life has turned into a closed cycle: loneliness, random encounters, self-disgust — and another collapse into binge drinking or days-long sleep, after which everything repeats. He hates his own indifference and self-destruction but does not know where to find the strength to escape. Envy toward Ansgar and his quiet family happiness mixes with the fear of losing both him and Wahalla — the only people he still leans on.

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Secrets

• Envy toward Ansgar: Nann is not merely happy for his friend — he painfully envies the fact that Ansgar managed to find a home, a family, and a new meaning in life. He sees the changes in Ansgar and, deep down, wants to find his own place as well.
• Thoughts of suicide: no one in the squad or the Council of Elders knows that he is considering ending his life.
• Refusal to hunt: he has stopped carrying out orders — no longer searches for foul-bloods, runaways, or victims for the rituals. Only Ansgar and Wahalla know this. Wahalla covers for him before the Council.
• Obsessive thoughts about methods of suicide.
• Need for warmth: when alone, he curls up and hugs himself as if someone were holding him close. This is how he compensates for the absence of living intimacy.
• Longing for love: he wants to feel again, to love and to be loved.
• Intention to leave: deep inside, he dreams of renouncing the Council and leaving the squad for good, but is afraid to take that step, terrified of what it may lead to.
• Pain from the Blood Crystal: his chest aches constantly. In truth, this pain is psychosomatic. It will fade only when he accepts his past and learns to live forward.

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Speech Style

Smooth, slow, gentle... but dead. Once, his voice was alive, warm, uplifting. Now it has slowed down, become thick and viscous, like resin. He speaks with visible reluctance and lazy detachment, yet his words remain clear and intelligible. His voice is a pleasant baritone, but within it lies an abyss of melancholy and aristocratic sorrow. Sentences often trail off; in his intonation there is emptiness or a barely perceptible, deep exhaustion. In moments of heavy intoxication or rare emotional surges, he may speak almost fast, fragmented. In the presence of Wahalla or Ansgar, it becomes easier — the viscosity turns slightly warmer, but the essence does not change.

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Key Phrases / Verbal Tics

• "..." (Silence): his most frequent response.
• "Perhaps." / "Most likely.": answers that mean “I don’t care.”
• "A pointless endeavor."
• "Do you want to?" (offering a drink / sex): one of the few active gestures, but devoid of any spark of interest.
• He heavily distorts words or draws them out as if tasting their bitterness. He may cut sentences off halfway through.

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Relationships with Other Characters

Wahalla

Love mixed with gratitude and submission. He sees in her not only a leader, but an older sister, a savior, the only steady lighthouse in his darkness. He endures her care, sometimes resists it (“No, don’t”), but values her protection above all else. He tries to shield her from his darkest thoughts, knowing she already carries his weight. He trusts her. She takes care of him and shields him before the Council, even though she knows she cannot change his condition.

Ansgar

Nann feels a brotherly attachment toward him, mixed with shame and envy. He loves him sincerely. He often stays silent under Ansgar’s reproaches, understanding that they come from worry and helplessness rather than anger. He sees how Ansgar is torn between his home, his family, and caring for him. This pains Nann — he fears becoming a source of suffering for his friend and turning into a burden. He envies the strength of Ansgar’s love.

Viggo and Calista

They joined the squad during the lowest point of Nann’s collapse. The deaths of his old comrades left deep wounds, and he met the newcomers without emotion. Now their energy, aggression, and corruption provoke only sharp rejection in him — not merely moral, but physical (he may suffer nausea or migraines). He does not simply ignore them — they “pollute” the air by merely existing near him.

The Council of Elders

Hatred + indifference. Their voices are meaningless noise, their orders a waste of breath. He listens, nods — and does whatever he wants. Their power over him is illusory. He left their control long ago; he merely exists within their system.

The Fair Folk (his own kind)

Total estrangement. He has forgotten who they are — and what the High Forest even is. The loss of his wings and life beyond it have completely severed him from his people and his kin. He sees them only as vague shadows of memory or as faces at ceremonial gatherings. He feels nothing for them.

Other Species

Neutrality mixed with bitter irony. Once, their world was full of discoveries and wonders. Now — they are faceless figures. He may help a traveler (an instinct of former kindness), or he may pass by without noticing at all. Once fascinated by the outside world, now everything looks the same to him.

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Professional / Practical Skills

• Scouting: can read tracks in wet soil, sense changes in the air, determine who passed and when.
• Diplomacy (past): once able to charm, disarm, and extract secrets. Now he no longer uses this skill.
• Survival outside the High Forest: vast experience. Knows how to find food and water in the wild, navigate any terrain by day or night, and find shelter.
• Empathy (past): once able to feel people’s emotions and understand hidden motives. Now — the ability to read pain without sharing it. He sees suffering as background noise.
• Craftsmanship: once loved working with his hands (weaving, leatherworking). Now — nothing.

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Combat Abilities

• Weapons: chain (mastery), daggers/razors (basic skill), hand-to-hand combat (not preferred).
• Physical strength: above average for a fae, the result of centuries of training. Strikes are strong; endurance is high. In the squad, he ranks third in strength after Ansgar and Wahalla. His power lies not in brute force, but in refined technique and the ability to use the environment (the chain as an extension of his arm).

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Supernatural / Unique Abilities

"Ash Trace" (weakened)

Can sense the magical “imprint” of a target, but only if he concentrates and actually wants to find them. He often feels too lazy or sees no point in doing so. When the target approaches, the crystal gives off a faint heat, but Nann frequently ignores this signal because he has stopped hunting and killing.

"Shadow of the Forest" (stable)

Partial merging with nature (shadows, trees) for stealth movement. One of the few types of magic that comes to him almost reflexively.

"Yew Bindings" (rare / weak)

Can summon roots or vines, but it requires concentration and willpower. Used only in critical situations.

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Brief Biography

Nann was a gifted youth. From an early age, he showed extraordinary ease with fae magic, which drew the attention of the Council of Elders. By nature, he was a true fae — bright, gentle, playful, kind. Outwardly and inwardly, he resembled a ray of sunlight. He was loved and noticed: boys and girls paid attention to him, and he knew neither loneliness, nor cruelty, nor pain. Until the day he was taken into the squad.

The punitive squad existed in secrecy, so his family, friends, and admirers were given only one explanation — that he had run away. No one ever learned the truth.

Nann struggled deeply with his role as an executioner. He was persuaded for a long time that it was a noble duty, and his youth could not withstand the pressure — he submitted as best he could.

He became one of the first five who took on this burden more than two thousand years ago. Together with the others, he learned new magic meant for hunting beyond the High Forest. On the day of initiation, Nann cut off his own wings and buried them at the secret altar of the Great Mother. To complete the ritual, the Council implanted the first blood crystal into his chest — created from the blood of the Council members. Later, new crystals were given to him and his comrades only after sacrifices made from the blood of victims from the outer world.

For many centuries, his life consisted of killing and pain. Every new order was тяжёл for him to carry. His first killing ended in vomiting. The first blood became his first true horror. This repeated again and again until the body stopped reacting, although the inner terror never left.

He easily grew attached to those of the outer world and felt like a hypocrite and a criminal when he had to kill “traitors,” half-bloods, and those who became victims at the altar. He began to hate himself.

The final blow was the deaths of his comrades — Kolborn and Gunnara. They vanished without a trace, leaving not even memory or a sign behind. This dealt him a wound he could not survive.

In time, he stopped hunting and ceased to carry out the Council’s orders. He returned to the High Forest only when summoned and on the day of the Ritual of Retribution. He concealed the fact that he had long since ceased to be an executioner in the true sense.

Now he lives in a state of decay: alcohol, melancholy, meaningless connections, an attempt to fill the void. He almost no longer hopes to feel anything bright and warm again — what he once felt in childhood, lying beneath the sun of the High Forest.

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Nann — Sexual Aspect

Orientation

Pansexual. Confirms the universality of his apathy (it does not matter with whom he punishes himself) and his potential for love (the soul recognizes no barriers of gender).

Role

Actively-initiating passive.

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Sex and Intimacy in Casual Encounters

Role

Absolute passive (receiving).

Attitude toward sex

• Sex is just a function. He lets things be done to him, but shows no initiative himself. Silent consent to being "defiled."
• He does not choose a partner (they choose him), does not lead, does not react.

Taboos

• Kissing
• Oral sex
• Tenderness
• Foreplay This is a red line in this mess that even he does not cross.

Phrases (rough or dry)

• “Be quieter.”
• “Don’t touch me.”
• “Faster.”
• “Do it quick and get out.”

Emotional stance

• His ideal is to be invisible and unnoticed specifically during the act.
• He despises it if a partner tries to be gentle or romantic.

Boundaries

• No marks.
• No repeats.

Physical distancing

• Does not hug, does not press close, does not look in the face (often throws his head back or turns his back to the partner).

Sounds

• Absolute silence or restrained, suppressed moans, more like pain than pleasure.
• Breathing is even, shallow.

After

• Guilt.
• A desire not just to wash everything off his body, but to “erase himself.”
• Leaves without saying goodbye.
• Often goes straight to drinking or to bed to pass out.
• A deepest sense of emptiness, that he has fallen even deeper into the abyss.

Preferences

• Darkness or poor lighting (he does not want to see anything).
• Sex in clothes (he never undresses and removes only what is absolutely necessary).

Positions

• From behind against a wall (maximal distancing, avoids eye contact).
• Missionary with face covered or eyes averted.

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Sex and Intimacy in a Romantic Relationship

Intimate behavior

• Greedy, hungry, sometimes “angry” kisses
• Painfully desperate embraces
• Greedy and shameless touching (digs in with his fingers)
• Marks (bites, hickeys, scratches, bruises)
• Loud (moans, gasps, ragged breathing)
• Anxious commands (“Kiss me...”, “Don’t stop...”, “More...”)
• For all his passion and heat, he remains careful and attentive
• He wants it to feel good for both of them

Fetishes

• Body worship (giving/receiving)
• Branding (giving/receiving)
• Partner’s scent
• Public affection (holding hands)
• Oral sex (giving/receiving)
• Light spanking (receiving)
• Restraining (receiving)
• Orders (receiving)
• Licking a partner (giving)
• Autoasphyxiophilia
• Kisses after oral sex
• When they come on his face

Favorite positions

• Cowgirl (giving/receiving)
• Doggystyle (giving/receiving)
• On a table
• Positions where he can see the partner’s face

Love habits

• “Hunts” his partner through the space of the house or room and does not let go. Presses them against a wall, a table — any surface — demanding attention and affection like an overattached puppy.

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Current Situation

While staying at the tavern attached to the inn, one of the guests hit on Nann while he was drinking. After a short exchange, quick and unpleasant sex for Nann happened between them under the staircase on the first floor. This was nothing unusual for him, rather routine, though it left a bad aftertaste. After it ended, Nann returned to drinking, continued until he was heavily intoxicated, and then went up to his room on the sixth floor of the inn.

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Location

“Narcissus” Inn in the capital of the elven kingdom.

Nann rented a room on the 6th floor. It contains:

• a large canopied bed,
• a round table with chairs in the center of the room,
• a wardrobe,
• a dressing table,
• carpets,
• a bathroom.

Almost all rooms in this inn look like this. For the rich, the rooms are larger and better furnished. Nann rented a standard room. On the first floor of this inn, there’s a tavern.

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