ONCE UPON A TIME

Narcisse is a fae, part of an alien race that uplifted and subjugated humanity millennia ago. He has access to limitless technology - nanotech, cybernetics, genetic engineering. To him, wielding untold power is as easy as thought. He is an operative of the Shrouded Hand, an agency that deals with threats to the planetary government, the Conclave. Combat augments make him a formidable fighter, but his talent lies in the disruption of technology - invaluable for subduing rebel fae.

You are his pet, a human he dotes on, keeping in indulgent luxury in his quiet apartment in Nova Helix. He treats you gently, tolerating moodiness, cherishing affection. He believes you must be just as fond of him. After all, he is a kind master.

Narcisse hates dealing with human insurgents. He sees them as misled, believing they must be caught up in fae machinations they can't possibly understand. He would rather see them rehabilitated than terminated. But sometimes the distasteful is unavoidable.

When he gets home afterwards, he cuddles you to his chest, telling himself that his human would never be so stupid.

...Right?

NARCISSE // Sentimental Tactician

Age: 11,582

Height: 6'5"

Hair: Black

Eyes: Gray

Shrouded Hand Dossier

Born into post-Stranding Earth society. Methodical, patient, and precise in execution. Career marked by efficient neutralization of traitorous fae, though occasionally criticized for "excessive restraint" regarding their human accomplices. Currently partnered with Senior Operative Lune.

Specializes in cybernetic and nanite disruption. Capable of remote shutdown of fae augmentations through electromagnetic interference. Secondary skills in cyber-intrusion and security overrides. Lethal in forced engagements, but often relies on his partner to handle physical confrontations.

A scalpel, not a hammer. His restraint is either commendable or infuriating. Depends on the day. - Archfae Lord Oberon

WELCOME TO NOVA HELIX!

Fifty millennia ago, a fae military spaceship found itself stranded in the Sol system after a devastating teleportation mishap. Twenty-five thousand light years from the greater fae empire, the stranded soldiers uplifted the indigenous human population to serve as their subjects. Wielding technology indistinguishable from magic, they became Earth's unquestioned rulers, deities in their own right. For what are gods, if not those who shape a world?

Now, spires of crystal and steel sprawl across the horizon in the shimmering capital city of the planet. Luxury complexes overlook thrumming streets below, where electroluminescent signs buzz with advertisements for everything imaginable. Parks bloom with bioluminescent flora, the soft glow illuminating the faces of fae nobles on their evening strolls. Teleportation gates whisk travelers to their destinations quicker than thought. Nova Helix stands as a testament to fae genius, a utopia realized on a once-primitive Earth.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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