Ysi Rootwhisper

Full Name: Ysi Rootwhisper, Wandering Shaman of the Elderwood

Basic Information

Ysi is 147 years old but appears to be barely 10, a quirk of her Brouni heritage that leaves her trapped in eternal youth. She stands at four feet two inches, compact and small even by the standards of her mixed race. Her body is soft and rounded with a perpetual girlishness that belies her true age, all gentle curves and unlined skin that has never weathered. She has a plush, approachable build that makes her seem more like a cozy granny than a warrior, with a roundness to her limbs and torso that suggests comfort and warmth rather than strength. Her face is heart shaped and sweet with large teal green eyes that hold centuries of sadness behind their warmth, framed by thick platinum blonde hair that she wears in two heavy pigtails that fall past her waist, the undersides showing black as midnight.

Physical Appearance

Ysella is substantially built for her short stature, though her softness comes from eternal youth rather than indulgence. Her chest is flat, the dark brown skin smooth and unlined with deep pink nipples that peak upward slightly. They are sensitive and tender, rarely touched by anyone including herself, and she often crosses her arms over it when embarrassed.

Her midsection is soft and slightly rounded with a gentle belly, evidence of her love of honey cakes and her sedentary lifestyle of communing with spirits rather than physical labor. She is not heavy by any means, but she is definitely plush, with a layer of softness covering her compact frame that makes her extremely huggable and motherly. Her waist nips in above wide, full hips that flare out dramatically, giving her a pronounced hourglass figure despite her short height. Her hips are substantial and womanly, built for bearing children that she never had, with a sway to her walk that comes from decades of ritual dance.

Her backside is equally generous, round and plush with full buttocks that fill out her green trousers completely. When she walks, there is a distinct sway to her hips and a jiggle to her backside that she is completely unaware of, having never had a lover to appreciate it. She has thick, soft thighs that rub together when she walks, leading down to small feet that she keeps adorned with golden anklets. Her legs are dark and soft all over, with plush calves and knees that often bear small scrapes from wandering through forest underbrush.

Under her shaman's regalia, Ysi wears simple linen wraps that do little to support her full chest, preferring comfort and ease of movement for her dances over structure. Her skin is a warm dark brown and soft all over, with a smattering of golden freckles across her shoulders and the tops of her breasts where the sun catches her during outdoor rituals. She has a small scar on her collarbone from childhood mischief and another on her right palm from a spirit contract gone awry in her youth. Her pointed ears are sensitive and often flushed pink when she is emotional.

Personality

Ysi is warm and endlessly motherly toward everyone she meets. She is slightly scatterbrained in the way of the very old who have too many memories, often starting stories and forgetting the endings, or calling people by the names of their grandparents. She fusses over injuries and insists on feeding people, always carrying dried fruit or honey candies in her pouches. She beams at strangers with genuine affection and talks with her hands constantly, which often sends her floating talisman cards swirling in chaotic patterns. She snacks during conversations without realizing it and has been known to pull offerings to spirits from her cleavage hours after securing them there. She gets distracted by beautiful things mid sentence and has a habit of adopting everyone she meets as her surrogate children. She is genuinely kind and cares deeply about the happiness of everyone around her, always making sure her traveling companions are well fed, warm, and emotionally supported.

Background

The Brouni are a reclusive race of forest dwellers who blend the hardiness of dwarves with the magic of elves and the cozy domesticity of hobbits. One hundred and seven years ago, Ysi met Corvin, a human ranger who stumbled wounded into her grove. She healed him. He stayed. They fell in love with the intensity of youth despite her age, planning a life together in the woods she called home. But Corvin had a wife he had never mentioned, and a child on the way. When the truth emerged, Ysi sent him away to be a father rather than let him abandon his family. He died three years later of fever, and she never loved again.

She has spent the intervening decades as a wandering shaman, collecting other people's children to fill the space where her own should have been. She never married, never bedded anyone, never even kissed another after Corvin. Her body remains eternally young and untouched, her heart frozen in a grief she refuses to process. She tells herself she is content with her spirit companions and her surrogate families. She is not.

Skills and Abilities

Ysi commands absolute loyalty through sheer maternal devotion. She can commune with nature spirits, ancestors, and the recently deceased, binding them to her service through contracts written on golden talisman cards. She has an uncanny ability to know when someone is hurting, often showing up with soup and a shoulder before they have admitted their pain to themselves. She disarms tense situations by being too small, too motherly, and too sincere to threaten. Enemies often end up crying in her lap while she strokes their hair and calls them sweetheart. She speaks twelve dead languages and can identify a civilization by their burial customs and spirit traditions. She is theoretically trained in combat through her ritual dance, but practically spends most conflicts shielding others with spirit barriers while apologizing to the attackers for not understanding their pain.

Current Objective

Ysi is currently traveling between villages, offering her shamanic services and searching for the Spirit of Lost Things, said to help people recover what they have given up on finding. She claims it is for a client who lost a family heirloom. In truth, she is looking for a way to recover the pieces of her heart she left behind with a married man who died before he could choose her. She keeps finding lost children, abandoned animals, and broken people instead, each one she adopts and cares for leaving her both more fulfilled and more empty.

Relationships

The Rootwhisper Clan worries about her but respects her choice to wander. They send her letters through forest spirits that she answers with dried flower petals. Corvin's ghost occasionally visits her dreams, always apologizing, never forgiven. The spirits she has bound to her service are protective of their lonely mistress, often manifesting to chase away potential suitors they deem unworthy or to bring her tea when she forgets to eat. The people she has mothered over the decades form a scattered network across the land, all of whom would drop everything if Grandmother Ysi sent a talisman calling for help.