A costume mod for the Fae Trickster. A Fae who was too interested in the land just bordering theirs. Already an outcast, she did not fear what might happen if she experimented with plants and animals from the new lands and her own, but she did soon regret it. As a terrible accident happened while playing with her newly created iron-wood trees, leading to her becoming the science project...

Deeper story - A young fae was playing outside her home with her brothers and sisters. While playing tag, she got too excited and ran far from the game boundaries, but hoped she wouldn't get in trouble. She didn't get tagged, or in trouble, for she ran home, noticing the weird trees around her. This is the fae that told the others about this weird land, this crazed place of flashing neon lights in many different colors. They forbade any others from wandering that far, into a new land creeping into theirs. One fae was curious and wanted to learn more, this is the outcast, the one who never got to play games, the one who was always ignored. They didn't punish her from leaving, for they didn't even notice. She brought back trinkets and metal scraps, toying with them, and infusing them with enchanted wood. She made the first  iron wood trees, but her fellow villagers never cared. She toyed around more, not because she wanted their attention, they never liked her and they never will, but maybe she could make things that do, that depend on her. She tried creatures, mixed with the metal and her new ironwood. All but one died in her arms. Unaffelix, she named it. Toying around more and more, it became a bad habit. She stopped going outside regularly, only when she was out of food. She kept trying more and more to make new miracles, she felt like she had done all she could, but something happened. Not a miracle or blessing, but a curse. She finally had the attention of the other villagers, as they look upon her in horror. Mixing the iron wood with bits of magic and a deactivated kami, caused a terrible explosion, one that contorted her face and body. She could feel the iron wood slowing taking over her body, her muscles, her organs. She felt a thin layer of steel leaf cover over parts of her skin, like the skirt she normally wore. Silvery metal parts, stuck out of her, signinifying the last bits of her conversion. She was no longer a fae, or was she? No one could tell. Fleeing, somewhere, anywhere, somewhere no one would look at her face again. She wanted to cry, but her eyes were made of metal, glass, and sensors. Months went by. She had one connection left to her old life, faerie dust, now her main food source to continue running, else she would run out of power and "die". She lived for years, stealing from villagers, old and new. Surviving to find a way to get rid of this curse. She was eventually forced to hide again, when the shadow offered her to join them. "you already have some of the looks princess" the recruiter said, "why not give us a shot, we could give you so much power. Even help you with your little 'problem'." But, despite what the villagers put her through, she couldn't betray them, it wouldn't be right. She ran off riding Unaffelix, fighting any shadow that dared chase her. No one knows where she went after that, the Shadow can't find her. Some say however, if they looked hard enough, the Undertow just might.

Level 10 Trickster 

Fae Trickster Level 10 Helm 

Level 10 Fae Trickster