N3V3RD13May | ChaosFaeMay

But I am Fae, limitless and unrestrained. No mortal coils may contain me. No laws may chain me. An enigma I remain, formless and yet ever-changing, taking on that which I see, donning second skins like clothes. To think is to exist, to morph and to become. If one can see it, perceive it, dream it even then one could subsequently become the thing in question.Well, sometimes it requires external means, but magic is still capable of some rather… odd and, at times, questionable things.That’s what alchemy is for. Well, it’s part of it. I’m not about to go around creating homunculi, especially on a whim, but that does not mean that I won’t take some… creative liberties in the way of potions and poisons. I do own an apothecary, afterall. If we’re honest, it’s actually only one part apothecary, one part cafe. See, part of the problem with having a boundless list of options before you is that making a single choice can be hard. Instead, I chose two paths… three if you count the adventuring, but all of the paths intersect and often interlock with each other.How do I explain this? I am called Never, or at least that is what you may refer to me as. Words have power, you know, and most especially names. I am fae, specifically a type that humans have dubbed a “changeling.” Throughout mortal history, my people have been said to swap out human babies with our own, leading to, well… me. At least, that’s how the stories go. I don’t have any recollection of living amongst humans, but I don’t exactly recall my youth, at all. As far back as I can remember, I’ve been a traveller of sorts. An omniverse explorer, if you will, stepping from one world to the next, dancing among dimensions and cosmos. I don’t remember where I came from, but you’re welcome to join me wherever I am going.

Never is an omniverse adventurer travelling through the dimensions for the sake of entertainment, survival, friendship, and of course… currency. Of course, being a fae changeling, currency is a questionable and ever changing device. As she goes from world to world, taking on the forms of the protagonists and immersing herself completely in their stories, she runs with whatever exchanges the locals use. However, once she returns to her own plane, things become a matter of… amusement, per se. Her giant teapot home, that most certainly should not have as much interior space as it does, given the state of the exterior, also functions as her workshop, apothecary, cafe, and entertainment space. After selling or depositing the spoils of her adventures, she sets about creating concoctions and brews, some for recreational purposes and others for pure amusement. The cost of these creations? Well, that’s the kicker. The longer that someone spends in her little pocket of Neverland — and yes, that is where she stole her name from — the more these tiny, almost intangible fragments cling to people. Perhaps that’s not entirely accurate; they do not cling to Never. As a result, she has taken to selling her little wares — and be advised, one should always check the labels before instantly downing their brews — for these little bits of spiritual energy, which she affectionately calls, “boograms.” The more time you spend, the more of this energy surrounds you; perhaps you are even gifted enough to see it for yourself! Since Never does not accumulate these fragments, however, she trades for them instead, using them in her research and to help fuel her travels.