Remy Nightingale
(a.k.a. DJ Reverie)
Every soul has a unique beat. Even yours. Wanna find it?
Host of Fae-Waves, Glamour Conductor, Lead Curator of Vibe
Appearance
Remy’s fae mien is as crisp as a freshly dropped beat: a lithe Satyr with curled horns strung up in tiny twinkling lights, streaks of violet in a styled black pompadour, and mischievous eyes that flicker like stage lights behind tinted lenses. His bomber jacket — a reversible cobalt-and-chrome number stitched with patches from imaginary record labels — is a Treasure unto itself.
He wears tailored pants over his goat legs, polished footwear fitted to his hooves, and a constant, subtle rhythm that lives in his fingertips, tail, and shoulders. The kind of vibe that makes even standing still look stylish.
Kith and Seeming
Kith: Satyr
Seeming: Wilder
Court: Seelie (widely assumed)
DJ Reverie practically embodies the Seelie ideal of joy and togetherness… until he doesn’t. His loyalty to Satyrs is unshakable, and when Satyrs clash with outsiders, Remy is quick to close ranks. While warm, charismatic, and diplomatic, he’s not above laying down a savage roast to remind a haughty noble or ego-tripping artist that the beat is not all about them.
His weakest moments are when Satyrs fight each other — those leave scars.
Role in the Frequency Fae
Remy is the host of Fae-Waves, a long-running chimerical broadcast that beams across hidden Dreaming channels and is only audible to the fae and the Enchanted. Mortals might overhear “strange music,” but the Mists cloak the real meaning. His show blends live interviews, surreal remixes, poetic meditations, and surprise chimerical drop-ins. He lives to spotlight fresh voices and esoteric wisdom — especially from the unpolished, unexpected corners of Cleveland’s Dreaming.
He’s also the Lead Curator of Vibe for Frequency Fae, meaning any major event hosted at the Rock Hall is infused with his aesthetic vision. He takes this job very seriously.
The Bomber Jacket
This shimmering cobalt jacket — chrome on the inside — is a Treasure known for “protecting” DJ Reverie. Most assume this means it offers mild armor.
It's only downside? The interior chrome lining makes it visible from space under certain lighting.
Performance Style and Tools
Remy’s DJ gear is a chimerical playground. No two sets are quite alike. Turntables levitate, records whisper when scratched, and microphones sometimes harmonize on their own. He samples everything: mortal music, Dreaming fragments, birdcalls, chimerical gossip, ancient bardic chants, you name it.
He frequently collaborates with Finch Wilder, his best friend and chaos-muse, whose avian impersonations and song-lyric conversations fuel Remy’s mixes.
Relationships and Rumors
Remy is deeply beloved, but he’s no stranger to scandal. The biggest involved a torrid and very public affair with an East Side Sidhe noblewoman, shortly after the COVID-19 lockdowns lifted. They were inseparable — until a screaming match at L’Albatros Brasserie + Grill erupted into public cantrip-flinging. Moondog Kaelar and Baron Veylon parleyed personally to contain the political fallout.
Since then, Remy has not set foot on the Verdant Gala side of the Free Fae Fandango, nor has he played a harp-heavy set. The identity of the Sidhe remains a matter of speculation and veiled lyrics.
Views on Mortals and Glamour
Remy loves mortals, deeply and authentically. He believes every soul has a secret song that can ease its pain — and he’s made it his mission to help mortals find those songs. He’s been known to slip earbuds into a sad-looking Dreamer’s hands, play a tune just for them, and walk away before they can thank him.
His favorite way to harvest Glamour?
Weddings. Or worse: corporate events. He delights in luring reluctant guests onto the dance floor and triggering unexpected waves of joy. The Gift of Pan is not off-limits when the stakes are right — and he has a way of getting away with it that few Satyrs can match.
Studio and Rituals
His Fae-Waves booth is an explosion of records, wires, cables, and glowing artifacts. Only Remy understands the logic. Hazel Copperwire helps maintain the tech (and the chaos), and he has a genuine brotherly affection for her, often asking what it would take to become an “honorary Boggan.” She always replies, "I don't know. I'll ask our Beloved Stout Empress the next time I see her."
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