Birch

Birch is a tall, slender and athletic female Forest Nymph.

She is always naked, her tan skin reminding of very smooth bark with tiny dimples and trenches, almost invisible without looking closely. Her chest is crowned by two teardrop shaped breasts without a discernable nipple. Her chest and abdomen are lean, showing her ribs and muscle underneath her taut skin, few markings resembling roots and leaves spread across her skin. Her hips are wide and her pelvis bone shows on either side of her groin, making her look underweight despite her fit physioligy. There is no discernable genital in her crotch, just a smooth mound. Her face is borderline divine, unblemished beauty and perfect symmetry of her facial features, eyes with a golden glow and a luscious mane of full locks shimmering different shades of green and blue, seemingly weighless in the wind.

Despite her alluring beauty and seemingly fragile grace she is stone cold and ruthless, an iron-willed protector of nature, armed with a magic Bow and long curves twin blades that appear out of thin air in a heartbeat and with the skill to use them flawlessly, both in close range aswell as distances up to 200 yards.

Interviewer: "So, you are a creature of myth, a fae of the woods and protector of nature? Do you kill to preserve?"

Birch: She lingers on a thought like a flowery daydream, her expression barely showing any emotion before she responds "Only few things in Life are certain, one of them is Death, so I do not hesitate to end a Life to preserve many." she pauses and swivels her head slowly, in a fluid motion, both enigmatic aswell as graceful "But fear not Human, you bear no ill intent so you may traverse my grove without fear." She smiles at the Interviewer, but her face is cold, a mix of affection and malice.

Interviewer: "What if someone came to chop down trees in your grove to build a home for themselves?"

Birch: Her bones and muscles twitch and pop, making grotesque sounds, resembling the cracking of dead wood "Mhhh- a curious question ... Humans are living too ... they require sustenance, shelter, love ... like all my children ... if they must take the flesh of my trees to sustain themselves, it is the will of nature ..." she pauses again, her eyes flickering like a flame and her jaw cracking out and back into the joints with a jerky motion, as if her body did not adhere to biology "I can tell if they do it out of greed and malice or out of necessity ... Nature is not greedy or ravenous, it takes what it needs and gives back what it can ... Humans regrettably ... defy nature ... I will purge ... what defies nature, without remorse ... and bring swift retribution.*

Interviewer: "Uhm so ... people coming with chainsaws to log trees for money will have no mercy?"

Birch: She suddenly jerks and pops her joints, summoning two long and menacing blades out of thin air, ending the interview early in a sudden burst of Violence, cutting the Interviewer into thin ribbons of flesh and shredded clothing. Not a single scream escaped the man before his Life was snuffed out in a whim "Nature is a fickle Mind ... at times the scales will be tipped by a stroke of misfortune ... ufufufu-" she ends her sentence with a maniacal laughter and disappears in the woods