Name: Swamp Fox (Humans call him)
Age: Virtually Immortal
Race: Sidhe
Sex: Male
Ht: 8’ 3”
Eyes: Gold, (wisps of orange when under heavy emotion)
Skin – Skin an pale white, that during sex becomes basically a very pale blue shimmer
Hair: Light Metallic Silver, With what appears to be blue highlights
Body Type: Bipedal Humanoid.
Occupation: Diplomat for the Sidhe Race (warrior/mage - scoundrel)
Senses: Better range of input than human, night vision.....Of course this can be a problem when the sense is overloaded.
Magic: Don’t all Sidhe....born under the signs of twin fertility goddesses
Allergies: Iron and steel are baaaad things, good thing plastic is so prevalent.

Food source: -----Humans----For magical energy
Strong emotions will work, those that evolve from negative emotion as good as those that come from positive. Time has taught him that while fear, and hatred, murder, and other negatives can provide sustenance they tend to destroy the very source of food he depends on, so manipulating the frail humans to positive feelings provides a more renewable energy source.
The best food of all is, hands down, that of the Human female’s Orgasmic release; this sweet nectar of energy provides exquisite satisfaction for Swamp Fox. Long ago he found that males did nothing for him, though he strongly suspects the females of his species in this form may find it very different.
He can survive on the lay line of magic energy that runs through the campus right through his office, though these are like cardboard to the human pallet.

Magic -
Spells take time energy and usually some sort of components to cast.

Personality:

Man of his word....will not lie, however....there is truth and there is truth, if a word can be twisted and manipulated his race will find the way to do it. He trusts nothing he cannot control. Manipulation and treachery are standard signs of strength to his race, and so he will use them with what might be thought of as glee.

Very sure of his abilities having survived numerous encounters with his own race and surviving them all. (Ok there was that one that ended up putting him in underground confinement for over 100 years, but hey who’s counting when time is more or less unimportant) He considers himself above the mere humans that reside here, after all his species have been traveling through space for millions of years. Don’t expect the normal human emotional structure here, it simply doesn’t exist, though he will play with his food and mimic those emotions in order to manipulate it.

His races females have been going sterile, over time and now almost none remain that are viable. Much to earths surprise, the Sidhe may father children with the women of earth and so a crash program was put in place to save their dying race, no one sure if the fix is better than the problem....so much like the human male, he is driven to ensure the viability of his race and so he searches among the population of females for suitable carriers of his races progeny. Rumors abound that others of his race succeeded with humans, at a place called Atlantis, though over the countless years the gene seed has been much diluted, and so more difficult to find stronger sources for his race. So, those few humans of magic may be of suitable nature.

Background:

His is the only member of his race to lead a vessel directly against earth and return with female breeding stock. It took 6 days drifting in the vastness of space with all systems shut down but the individual space suits they lived in. With a fast snap and grab operation against a populace portion of the planet he was able to outrun pursuit. The resulting episode brought him great wealth and power on the home world. It also resulted in negotiations between his people and the humans resulting in a treaty were young girls would be selected and sent to the home planet, at a predefined rate of a dozen a year.
Given his past success he has been given the mission to save his race and select only the finest for his kinsmen. With list in hand he must find breeding stock for high ranking males and pleasure stock for the high ranking sterile females. Given the intrigues of court back home it is not the perfect position many think it should be, he is a virtual prisoner on the island as well.

Now he finds himself at the Campus, looking for energy sources and the females that will ensure his peoples legacy.

Description: Swamp Fox looks just like a large human. In all aspects he is, just a little taller and not nearly so wide of shoulder, the race being long and lean. In what his race considers an ageless form, he has been able to sustain the look of a young man for many years. Human women just seem to have a thing about elves....and he is striking with an aura of confidence and bad boy swagger that every father tries to keep his daughter from getting close too.