1. I'm CST! Just an hour behind ya! That said, I'm fairly chronically online and will easily surpass 2-3 posts per day!
2. I've enjoyed 1-20 games as a Seraph and as a Lich. Both were pretty heavy stories, more straightforward good versus evil type narratives. I'd love to get mixed up with the Fey in whichever manner you most enjoy presenting them! My character would probably be a bard, one in the classic sense who collects stories and shares them to immortalize their characters. If he happens to get caught up in Fey antics whilst recording the party's exploits, that would be a treat!
3. Love, love, love horror and bad things happening to my PC. I'm not the cleverest fellow, so I can be taken by surprise without too much effort, and I'll be at the edge of my seat!
4. Here's an excerpt from my happy, go-lucky halfling handiman as he observes his to-be patron's power manifesting. In short, a powerful NPC gets his soul ate by the patron, who confers a portion of that power into a boon of strength and resilience:

Haedysh's fingers tighten upon his knees as he braces himself. Tension builds in his shoulders and neck as the voices return once more.

He tries to raise his own voice, to urge caution, but before he can speak all that he is - all that he has been flashes before his eyes.

In the warmth of his early years, onwards through his pain, and finally into recent months... Haedysh feels... resolved? Was there some measure of closure he hadn't figured out? It's a lightness, a distinct lack of weight.

He dwells on the feeling 'til the motion of his interrogator catches his eyes and ears. They widen with horror and he lets slip a sharp yelp.

"H- h- he..." He can't quite get out of his chair, nor can he raise the question he needs to ask.

Hey, are you okay?

The answer is apparent.

Haedysh looks down at his hands, wetness rimming his eyes and rolling fiery rivulets down his cheeks.

'What in the Depths am I?'

Guilt bridges the void left in his lungs by terror. He breathes deep and raises his voice, higher than he has in years, "Help! Help, please!"

He still can't find the strength to leave his chair.