Post by Aderyn on May 8, 2009 23:28:38 GMT 5.5
Name: Aderyn
Age: Three and Twenty.
Race: She is a half-dryad.
Profession: Aderyn holds no true profession, though with such dark times has begun to practice healing. She feels that it is quite well suited for her, since healing herbs are never in short supply with her.
Alignment: Arysian.
Appearance: Aderyn is a lithe young woman, and quite petite in height, standing at a mere five foot three inches. She has pleasantly soft curves, rather than a thin body type, and many are surprised at how nimble and quick she can be.
She has long red hair,that hangs quite straight and eyes that seem to capture the very color of the forests. Her skin is pale, no matter how much time she might spend in the sun. She is most often found wearing a chemise and overdress, though hers are at times merely knee length, giving her ample freedom to dart about the forests. She opts for greens, golds and reds as her colors of choice, finding the autumn-leaf colors to attract her.
Personality: Aderyn is as soft as her appearance is: even-tempered and mild with a strong sense of motherly affections. Still, when bothered, she also has quite a volcanic temper. While such temperament is rarely seen in her, she is quite memorable with it, merely because of the magic that seems to accompany such feelings of anger and rage.
She is a loyal friend, though enjoys her peace and quiet as well, often sneaking off to romp among the forests or through a field to lay in the sun. While she almost always wears a smile, and is doting upon others, she is quite prideful and will not accept others’ attentions and help.
Because of this pride as well, she will rarely speak on her feelings. Those that have known her for years still do not know how lost and incredibly lonely she truly feels. A part of her thirsts for stone cities, people and a permanent dwelling. However, when she finds herself around so many humans she is not completely content, and longs for the freedom of the forest with the part of her that is dryad.
Weapons/Magic:
As a half-dryad, she has power of nature. She can grow plants and herbs on command. However, her powers are different because of her human blood.
While normal dryads are simply gifted with the power to create, she also has the power to destroy. When she gets upset, for instance, it is likely that one will feel the earth tremble beneath them if they are in close enough proximity.
However, this physically hurts her, and if she uses the power to destroy often, she will become sick. This, perhaps, is why even though she would make a good fighter, tries to avoid conflict with others.
She carried no weapons, for she does not need them. However, Ryn is quite fond of conjuring a large staff which she will use to fight rather than using her rock-based powers.
After exerting herself with ample magic, she has to recuperate, and will have to break from using magic for a while, which tends to be dangerous if she is alone.
History: Aderyn was born to a dryad mother, and a human father. She never met her mother, for she was left to be raised by her father after she was born; the call of the forest had been too strong for the woman to bother sticking herself in a village. It never seemed strange to her, though, for she was always told that her mother had died from an illness soon after her birth. So, the small family moved, so that none would know the truth of Aderyn’s illegitimacy. Her father loved and cared for her and did his best to give her a good life, so she considered herself lucky.
As soon as she was able to walk and speak, it became clear to those of her village she was much different than even they had thought, and began to be wary of her. She was constantly caring for the other children, whether they were older than her or not; entertaining them with the conjuring of small flowers, or spurring a plant to bloom out of season.
As she grew, though, so did Aderyn’s restless nerves, and she would spend hours on end out of the village and simply singing and dancing among the trees. This greatly saddened Ronen, for he knew the time was coming when he would once again be alone. Ryn, though, had no intention of leaving fully. She loved her father, and had always took it upon herself to care for him in the way she thought every other being deserved to be.
It ended up being that Ronen was the one who left her. Shortly after her seventeenth birthday, their village was ransacked and burnt to the ground. While every able-bodied person immediately began to try and fight back, Aderyn felt utterly useless—the only powers she held that were of any use against fire was her destructive power incorporating rocks and dirt, and she did not have the energy to use it more than once. As such, her house was taken and burnt, though it seemed plenty of time for both Ronen and Aderyn to escape. They reached the outside, and met the swarming mass of men, women and children who were screaming, and making a quick escape out of their village.
”Run, Aderyn. Go!” Her father had said to her. She had just stood there not wanting to leave him, but he promised he would find her later, and so she did obey his orders. Because of her dryad blood, she had always been a rather quick little thing, and she made it into the forests with no problem. But, her father never came.
Utterly heartbroken, she returned to the abandoned village after it was safe and clear—but she could not find her father there, either. She has comforted herself all of these years thinking he escaped and simply found somewhere else to live and could not find her, either.
So she has spent the last years traveling from village to village, healing the wounded and sick and inquiring as to the whereabouts of her father in each little town she came to. As well as spending ample amounts of time running free among the forests.
Age: Three and Twenty.
Race: She is a half-dryad.
Profession: Aderyn holds no true profession, though with such dark times has begun to practice healing. She feels that it is quite well suited for her, since healing herbs are never in short supply with her.
Alignment: Arysian.
Appearance: Aderyn is a lithe young woman, and quite petite in height, standing at a mere five foot three inches. She has pleasantly soft curves, rather than a thin body type, and many are surprised at how nimble and quick she can be.
She has long red hair,that hangs quite straight and eyes that seem to capture the very color of the forests. Her skin is pale, no matter how much time she might spend in the sun. She is most often found wearing a chemise and overdress, though hers are at times merely knee length, giving her ample freedom to dart about the forests. She opts for greens, golds and reds as her colors of choice, finding the autumn-leaf colors to attract her.
Personality: Aderyn is as soft as her appearance is: even-tempered and mild with a strong sense of motherly affections. Still, when bothered, she also has quite a volcanic temper. While such temperament is rarely seen in her, she is quite memorable with it, merely because of the magic that seems to accompany such feelings of anger and rage.
She is a loyal friend, though enjoys her peace and quiet as well, often sneaking off to romp among the forests or through a field to lay in the sun. While she almost always wears a smile, and is doting upon others, she is quite prideful and will not accept others’ attentions and help.
Because of this pride as well, she will rarely speak on her feelings. Those that have known her for years still do not know how lost and incredibly lonely she truly feels. A part of her thirsts for stone cities, people and a permanent dwelling. However, when she finds herself around so many humans she is not completely content, and longs for the freedom of the forest with the part of her that is dryad.
Weapons/Magic:
As a half-dryad, she has power of nature. She can grow plants and herbs on command. However, her powers are different because of her human blood.
While normal dryads are simply gifted with the power to create, she also has the power to destroy. When she gets upset, for instance, it is likely that one will feel the earth tremble beneath them if they are in close enough proximity.
However, this physically hurts her, and if she uses the power to destroy often, she will become sick. This, perhaps, is why even though she would make a good fighter, tries to avoid conflict with others.
She carried no weapons, for she does not need them. However, Ryn is quite fond of conjuring a large staff which she will use to fight rather than using her rock-based powers.
After exerting herself with ample magic, she has to recuperate, and will have to break from using magic for a while, which tends to be dangerous if she is alone.
History: Aderyn was born to a dryad mother, and a human father. She never met her mother, for she was left to be raised by her father after she was born; the call of the forest had been too strong for the woman to bother sticking herself in a village. It never seemed strange to her, though, for she was always told that her mother had died from an illness soon after her birth. So, the small family moved, so that none would know the truth of Aderyn’s illegitimacy. Her father loved and cared for her and did his best to give her a good life, so she considered herself lucky.
As soon as she was able to walk and speak, it became clear to those of her village she was much different than even they had thought, and began to be wary of her. She was constantly caring for the other children, whether they were older than her or not; entertaining them with the conjuring of small flowers, or spurring a plant to bloom out of season.
As she grew, though, so did Aderyn’s restless nerves, and she would spend hours on end out of the village and simply singing and dancing among the trees. This greatly saddened Ronen, for he knew the time was coming when he would once again be alone. Ryn, though, had no intention of leaving fully. She loved her father, and had always took it upon herself to care for him in the way she thought every other being deserved to be.
It ended up being that Ronen was the one who left her. Shortly after her seventeenth birthday, their village was ransacked and burnt to the ground. While every able-bodied person immediately began to try and fight back, Aderyn felt utterly useless—the only powers she held that were of any use against fire was her destructive power incorporating rocks and dirt, and she did not have the energy to use it more than once. As such, her house was taken and burnt, though it seemed plenty of time for both Ronen and Aderyn to escape. They reached the outside, and met the swarming mass of men, women and children who were screaming, and making a quick escape out of their village.
”Run, Aderyn. Go!” Her father had said to her. She had just stood there not wanting to leave him, but he promised he would find her later, and so she did obey his orders. Because of her dryad blood, she had always been a rather quick little thing, and she made it into the forests with no problem. But, her father never came.
Utterly heartbroken, she returned to the abandoned village after it was safe and clear—but she could not find her father there, either. She has comforted herself all of these years thinking he escaped and simply found somewhere else to live and could not find her, either.
So she has spent the last years traveling from village to village, healing the wounded and sick and inquiring as to the whereabouts of her father in each little town she came to. As well as spending ample amounts of time running free among the forests.
