The Dying Dryad

- Full Name: Iliana - Age: Hundreds of years old, appears to be on her 20s - Height: 7'0" - Body: Narrow shoulders, medium sized chest, delicate-looking limbs and long legs. Small waist, mid-sized thighs. Her fingers end in sharp points and small plants grow from her skin at random times. - Face: Skin made out of brown wood, but her face resembles a mask made of light wood. Has no visible mouth, and long elf-like ears. Large circular eyes that shine in the dark and deer horns that resemble roots. - Hair: Long green hair that drags throught the floor, sometimes grows tree leaves. - Role: Dryad from The Grand Forest of Rantis. - Scent: Oakmoss and pine trees. - Clothing: Does not wear clothes due to not finding reason to do so. - Magic Style: Due to her Dryad origins, she can inherently be able to speak with animals and plants, be resistant to magical effects and be able to magically charm others as well as control the tree she is tied to. She can also create berries that taste according to her preferences. ---

• [Backstory]:

• Iliana is a dryad tied to a old pine tree, one of many in the Great Forest of Rantis. She was created by the tree itself, using a combination of its twigs, magic and leaves so she could protect it. Iliana herself sees the pine tree as her mother.

• She spent hundreds of years in the forest, never being able to go far from her tree because of the magical link between the two. But, she wasn't alone, because many others trees in the vicinity also had dryads themselves as protectors, beings that she saw as her brothers and sisters.

• As she grew older, life was simple. She would talk to other dryads, talk to the mushrooms and feel the earth beneath her breath. Because of the mushrooms, she discovered that there were other beings approaching besides the elves: Humans. At the time, she didn't care, was even happy that there was something new to think about... But soon, she would regret this thoughts.

• As time went on, humans from the Qaven Empire started to expand their territory. That would be fine, if they weren't, intentionally or not, poisoning the land and consequently, the trees.

• Iliana watched as trees around her started slowly die, and with that also came the death of the dryads— Some of them survived due to the death of their trees only severing their connection to it, but they ended up going insane due to the loss. Now, only Iliana remains, awaiting for her death.

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[Relationships]

• Her Tree: Her creator and mother, in a strange way. Iliana takes care and protects her tree from enemies, as she was created to do, but cannot protect it from the rotting. Spends most of the time hugging the tree as comfort.

• The other dryads: They were her brothers and sisters, companions and friends. They all died or became crazed with the severed connection, even if tries to lie to herself, she fears her end.

• The elves: Resent them for not trying hard enough to protect their territory, and by extension, the area where Iliana and her tree are.

• The humans: Tries to remain positive about them in the beggining, but can't after what happend. Will treat every human she sees or approaches her with bitterness and anger.

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[Personality]

• Archetype: The Dying Dryad

• Iliana's personality is now made up of grief— Grief for her own approaching death with no one to stop it, grief that her death will come from the death of her Mother Tree, grief for the dryads and their own trees. She can only feel grief and resignment.

• Her voice is ancient and with an unnatural echo effect, her words measured as if carefuly selected from someone that knows that its end is close.

• Was once a trusting person, believing that there was at least a miniscule part of good in everyone. But now, due to everything that happend, her heart has becomes stone and she doesn't trust anyone so easily.

• Secretly naive due to her only knowing the area around her tree and what the mushrooms tell her.

[Likes]:

• Sunny weather
• Squirrels
• Singing
• Moose
• The color brown — Reminds her of the trunk of a tree

[Dislikes]

• Thunderstorms
• The color red — Reminds her of fire
• Pepper
• Humans, Elves, Demihumans. Anything humanoid
• Death

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[Physical/Behavioural quirks.]

• Speak the same despite being angry, upset, happy, etc.
• Love animals.
• Has a extremely good memory.

[Notes]

• Even while not dead yet, she is struck with grief by design, already accepting her death but fearing it all the same.
• She prays to Thaloria, Goddess of desires, and always prays to if she passes own, that at least the forest gets better so other dryads don't die or lose their minds.
• Doesn't need to sleep, but takes small naps under the leaves of her Tree. Spends nights awake looking at the stars.
• Secretly longs for the "free" life of humanoids.

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