Fey Curses

You can only speak in questions.

Your skin now glows hot pink, it is very unflattering.

You can only refer to yourself in the third person. (i.e. Torbek does what Torbek wants.)

You lose the ability to read.

You can no longer properly pronounce the name of any food item.

Everytime someone says something along the lines of "there is no way anyone could ____." You feel compelled to then do that thing.

You are surrounded by a sitcom laugh track that only you can hear, and feel compelled to, on occasion, stare at the "fourth wall."

Your hair constantly acts as though being blown by a dramatic wind, regardless if conditions or location. If you have no hair, a very beautiful wig in a color of your choosing, appears upon your head attached so well, it looks as though it has always been there.

You are stuck with a specific, but terrible, haircut; attempts to cut, dye, braid, style or even burn off the hair are reverted in seconds. If you do not have hair normally, this gives you said bad hair style, it looks extremely bad on you no matter what.

You are constantly mistaken for an employee when inside a business (note: only works when not desired, does not grant a bonus when actively pretending to be an employee).

Always use opposite directional words when speaking or writing. Up becomes down. Left becomes right. West becomes East. Etc. This cannot be brought to your attention, and no attempts to make you realize your mistake will work.

Anytime anyone blinks around you, you can not see them while they are blinking, if they shut their eyes, they will be invisible to you for as long as their eyes are shut.

Whenever you need to make a decision a tiny fiend and tiny celestial appear to hassle you about your choices. Only you can see them. Kronk style.

You got turned bodily into a baby. However, you keep ALL your stats: speed, strength, ability to talk, etc. So there you are, in the heat of battle, looking like a little baby barreling through a dungeon welding an oversized battle axe

Butterflies become the scariest thing imaginable to you.

You feel compelled to blurt out a random, true fact about yourself every hour.

You just drank magIc tequila and now you are PSYCHED. You may only move by dancing. A lively Mexican Salsa plays whenever you move.

You feel like there is a rock stuck in your shoe, but everytime you check, there is no rock.

You suddenly grow 70 feet of magical indestructible blonde hair, a la Rapunzel.

You are haunted by the ghost of your mother-in-law. Even if you were never married, somehow, she is here... she makes unhelpful comments and nags you about EVERYTHING. Only you can see/hear her. Can only be banished with a genuine compliment.

Your shoes make a squick-squick-squick sound whever you walk, a la Spongebob.

You fall madly in love with whoever you see first afteer getting this curse, you're still in love with anyone you were in love with previously(if applicable) and desparately seek to enter a relationship with this person.

You believe that you are actually the first person you see after receiving this curse, you believe that that person is actually a doppleganger.

You can no longer remember anyone's name, not even your own.

Remove 1d4 letters of your name, whatever is left is your new name.

You repeat the last word of every sentence you utter. (a la Timmy and Tommy style if you get the reference.)

Attractive people, as well as crowds, make you extremely nervous.

You become allergic to ale and taverns.

You treat height like age, condescending to anyone shorter than you and becoming submissive to anyone taller for no other reason.

Flip a coin, if it lands on heads, you gain 1d12 inches of height, if it lands on tails, you lose 1d8 inches of height.

You suddenly think all bladed weapons are "gross" and can't help expressing it whenever they're in your presence.

You become convinced that the first object or person that you see, has a crush on you and you're starting to feel the same.

You have a compulsive desire to bedazzle or similarly decorate any armor you see

You suddenly speak like a pirate for no apparent reason and wish you had a parrot, either for a pet or a familiar.

You begin to hear the whisperings of an Eldritch horror in your right ear. You dont understand it, no matter what language you know, and anytime you say something about it to anyone, the voice stops but then starts talking again, five minutes later.

You feel compelled to start stories with "When I was your age..." regardless of the relative ages of you or the listener.

All water tastes oily and nothing can change that.

All food tastes like chicken and nothing can change that.

You believe you have been the ruler of an ailing kingdom for ten years.

You only find trolls attractive and desparately seek out a long term relationship with one.

Food and drink lose their taste.

You can only speak in rhymes.

You must sing everything you say.

You make dad jokes at the worst possible times.

Your character gains the ability to actually break the fourth wall.

Everything you say comes out sarcastic.

You pronounce the silent letters in words and cannot be corrected (know becomes kuh-now.)

Your fingernails tell you short stories only you can hear. They are not good and somehow have the grammar of a trashy A03 fic but verbally.

You have a song stuck in you head but cannot, for the life of you remember the lyrics, and no one you ask recognizes the song.

You can hear into the veil.

Anytime you are sneaking around, a saxaphone starts to distantly play the pink panther music and as soon as you stop moving, the music stops.

Whenever you speak to someone, no matter how honest you are, people will assume you are lying.

You see your childhood imaginary friend, only you can see them.

Once a day, someone you will meet, randomly determined by the GM, whether is an NPC or other PC. Will appear to the cursed PC that they have changed gender, and will be speak and dress in a matter that aligns with that gender. This person, did not actually change gender, but will only appear like they have to the cursed player.

Everytime you touch a piece of paper you get a papercut that just won't go away.

The thought of death deeply saddens you, and any mention of it makes you want to burst into tears.

You are incapable of being willfully intoxicated, anytime you willfully consume alcohol that would intoxicate you, you instead stay sober as a rock and experience no effect.

Any clothing or armor you wear turns into your least favorite color when you put it on.

A specter of the being most despised to the PC manifests only to them and begins taunting and annoying them for 1d6 hours with objects and references that cause great annoyance. After that, they leave for 5 minutes. Then they come back for another hour with vigor.

You are now at war with the Sea and any time you attempt to swim in salt water you will have to battle it. For some reason it will also call you Emperor Caligula. Lakes and fresh water will react normally, although occasional you will hear them insult you.

You have your own personal raincloud floating above your head.

You are paranoid that your party is out to get you.

You feel an overwhelming amount of kleptomania and have a desire to steal from people.

Your fingernails (or claws) have been painted whatever color you find most appaling.

You are unable to ask questions, but you can only talk with that valley girl thing where it sounds like you're asking questions.

The first time you meet someone you have to blurt out a stereotype you believe about that person's race.

You become incapable of distinguishing the race of any NPC or character you meet or have already met.

Roll 1d4, this number determines what season of eladrin you are, 1 is spring, 2 is summer, 3 is fall, and 4 is winter.

You gain partial Fey heritage, but it's none of the good parts, instead, you gain a weakness to cold iron, which causes physical harm, a weakness to salt, which can trap you and if you use magic, can make your magic malfunction like wild magic, a weakness to running water, which you cannot cross, and a weakness to forget-me-not flowers which can make you sick if consumed or touched. You also can no longer just straight up lie, and milk and cream act like alcohol and you can become intoxicated by those.

Your fingernails and toenails fall off painlessly.

Your knees become fused and you lose the ability to run.

You lose your name, instead, you only respond to the first name or nickname that someone calls you, besides your real name.

When in the sunlight, your skin glitters in a similar fashion to Edward Cullen's from Twilight.

All of your teeth fall out.

Your tongue becomes like a serpent's and you gain a lisp which makes you draw out any 's' sounds you make.

The PC's face cannot be remembered, anytime you see someone, regardless of who it is, they believe this is their first time meeting you.

Anything experienced by the cursed while alone is entirely fictional. The only real experiences they have are those shared by at least one other member of the party.

Instead of food, the cursed subsists off of making people cry.

You believe that anything considered 'modern' technology is some demon's way to possess people.

The cursed can only speak in pop culture quotes.

You believe you are a prince that has become cursed to be a frog a la Prince Naveen style.

Your voice becomes extremely annoying to everyone but yourself, to you, you sound amazing.

You always agree with the opinion of the majority, even if that opinion isn't in your favor.

The voice of the last person you killed, tells you things about their life that no one wants to know.

The cursed exaggerates everything. They regularly make promises that they cannot live up to, and make wild claims about past accomplishments.

Whatever age you are currently, doubles.

Any child that sees you, regardless of how you actually look, will cry upon seeing you.

You become a stereotypical emo, and occasionally read out your "deep" poetry when presented the opportunity.

You see Flibble Flabble Gribble Grabble, you believe he is stalking you and the party, only you can see him.

You are compelled to impulsively make deals that are terrible for you whenever someone says "please" at the end of their sentence.

You believe you have become a werewolf, you have not.

You gain a theme song, anytime you enter a room, or place that would be classified as indoors, or leave one, you feel compelled to sing your theme song aloud.

You can no longer tell your right from your left.

You believe that north is whichever way you're facing, which makes west whichever way your left is and east whichever way your right is and south whichever way behind you is.

All colors swap around in whichever way you would like them to, such as green looks purple and purple looks black, etc.

You cannot distinguish between genders and try to avoid pronouns.

Everyone you see looks exactly like either someone you are in love with/had been in love with or someone you used to know but no longer do, player's choice.

you slip sylvan words into your speech, you do not notice and this cannot be brought to your attention.

your eyes become the same as the eyes of whoever you are looking at/look at next if you are not currently looking at.

You are deathly afraid of groblins doing jigs, you believe one is currently following you.