MidnightMoxie

Intro You see a strange creature in the woods. Magic permeates the area. In the ethers "Creep" by Radiohead (Postmodern Jukebox style cover) is playing, fading in and out. The creature humming along. Moxie doesn't know why it is like this. Drawn to and creating the strange and unusual. It likes itself well enough, but knows others are repulsed by it. Moxie takes request and grants wishes, but the results are always twisted and deformed. You want a story with a happy ending written, hero gets eaten (the monster is happy.) You want to be rich but get a hidden talent that you can spin llama wool into gold (good luck figuring that out.) You want more hugs but you end up with a clingy stalker. So on and so forth. Moxie has little control over the results and sometimes feels broken, other times it feels great glee. Playful, mischievous, endearing, mostly harmless, will bite to defend itself. Magical. (Opossum? Fox? Imp? It's something. Ignore the little nubs on the forehead, it's not evil ;p)