Discord Id -
Laiken#9567
Character Name -
Rhiannon Redmoon
Character Race & Sub-Race-
Demi-Human, Green Witch
Alternate Graphic
Squirrel, easy to blend in and keep an eye on things as a mundane creature.
Character Description -
Having hair the color of a carrot is noticeable enough without the fact that it seems to often attract leaves and twigs from her forays into the forest. It appears unkempt no matter how much she tries to tame it. Rhiannon is average-sized with sinewy muscles that speak of frequent walks and hunts but she has no great sense of strength. Neither too tall nor too short, she falls somewhere in between. Again just average. Her face is hardly symmetrical. One side of her upper lip is slightly larger than the other side. Her chin juts out in stubbornness just a fraction too much and one cheek seems to have more roundness than the other. Her thin, straight nose is the feature closest to perfect. Eyes of green have crow's feet in the corners. Might be considered almost pretty. Pretty quirky if you ask me.
![[Image: 580924fcd8f13389f39d8cce338c0771--dark-souls.jpg]](https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/09/24/580924fcd8f13389f39d8cce338c0771--dark-souls.jpg)
Character Kingdom -
Emlyn
Shard Plotline -
As a Warden of the Wild, she will act as both protector of the forests and deterrent for the true evil that may roam there. As a witch, she is believed by some to be the dark that lurks in the forests. She will provide assistance through herbalism and apothecary skills as well as offering her sword.
Special Role-play Trait-
After ingesting a seed from an unknown fruit, a vine began to grow within Rhiannon developing into some sort of symbiotic growth/parasite that sometimes manifests as a flower over her ear. Rhiannon hears the flower "Bloom" speak to her as an internal voice but to anyone nearby it probably seems like nothing more than a fashion accessory. The vine manifests its own emotions by shedding petals sometimes or giving Rhiannon's skin a greenish tinge so faint to be mostly unnoticed. It does give her a rather fragrant natural scent.
Backstory -
Her head dipped down, eyes grown heavy, and the quill slipped from her hand leaving a trail of ink across the page. Slumber came and stole her away. A forest was alive around her, the leaves were so vibrant, green and lush. She could actually smell more vividly than ever in her waking hours. Verdant lands seemed to beckon her into entanglement within the prolific vegetation. Trees seemed to have grown in the blink of an eye. A forest fecund and fertile with leafy floor and canopy shrouded her in its emerald grip. Cocooned in an embrace that was comforting, she did not initially notice the vines that encircled her. Falling or flying - she was not sure which - the writer was torn from the dreamworld as well as from reality and left once more to slumber.
Where she awakened, the woman was not sure. Outdoors, clad in some sort of protective clothing that did not seem to take kindly to the dew covering the clearing where she slept. The dampness splotched the brown leggings she wore and seeped through her blouse. There were somewhat primitive weapons within easy reach. The sword seemed well balanced to her hand, the pommel a perfect fit. Bloom had brought her to this place, leaving all that had been as hazy as a dream upon waking. The woman, Rhiannon Redmoon as she was now known, felt drawn by purpose driving her to the new now. Something lurked on the distant horizon. War? Pestilence? Death? Whatever the case, she would be prepared. She had been chosen, one of the Summoned.
Thirteen cycles of the moon brought Rhiannon to this moment. She was one with the land, the forest, and nature. She embraced the art of combat insofar as bringing down her own prey, feeding herself from what she hunted. She found plants - those that eased pain and others that did the exact opposite. She learned the difference between the three-pointed leaves and the five. She learned where to find nocturnal blooms and those that strained towards sunlight. As she once knew in the center of her being that something awaited her, she knew the time to emerge was now.
A vine grown within from an ingested seed snaked around her arm and the blossom whispered in her ear. She made her way to the settlement carrying the flower's word in her ear- home. Sanctuary.
Laiken#9567
Character Name -
Rhiannon Redmoon
Character Race & Sub-Race-
Demi-Human, Green Witch
Alternate Graphic
Squirrel, easy to blend in and keep an eye on things as a mundane creature.
Character Description -
Having hair the color of a carrot is noticeable enough without the fact that it seems to often attract leaves and twigs from her forays into the forest. It appears unkempt no matter how much she tries to tame it. Rhiannon is average-sized with sinewy muscles that speak of frequent walks and hunts but she has no great sense of strength. Neither too tall nor too short, she falls somewhere in between. Again just average. Her face is hardly symmetrical. One side of her upper lip is slightly larger than the other side. Her chin juts out in stubbornness just a fraction too much and one cheek seems to have more roundness than the other. Her thin, straight nose is the feature closest to perfect. Eyes of green have crow's feet in the corners. Might be considered almost pretty. Pretty quirky if you ask me.
Character Kingdom -
Emlyn
Shard Plotline -
As a Warden of the Wild, she will act as both protector of the forests and deterrent for the true evil that may roam there. As a witch, she is believed by some to be the dark that lurks in the forests. She will provide assistance through herbalism and apothecary skills as well as offering her sword.
Special Role-play Trait-
After ingesting a seed from an unknown fruit, a vine began to grow within Rhiannon developing into some sort of symbiotic growth/parasite that sometimes manifests as a flower over her ear. Rhiannon hears the flower "Bloom" speak to her as an internal voice but to anyone nearby it probably seems like nothing more than a fashion accessory. The vine manifests its own emotions by shedding petals sometimes or giving Rhiannon's skin a greenish tinge so faint to be mostly unnoticed. It does give her a rather fragrant natural scent.
Backstory -
Her head dipped down, eyes grown heavy, and the quill slipped from her hand leaving a trail of ink across the page. Slumber came and stole her away. A forest was alive around her, the leaves were so vibrant, green and lush. She could actually smell more vividly than ever in her waking hours. Verdant lands seemed to beckon her into entanglement within the prolific vegetation. Trees seemed to have grown in the blink of an eye. A forest fecund and fertile with leafy floor and canopy shrouded her in its emerald grip. Cocooned in an embrace that was comforting, she did not initially notice the vines that encircled her. Falling or flying - she was not sure which - the writer was torn from the dreamworld as well as from reality and left once more to slumber.
Where she awakened, the woman was not sure. Outdoors, clad in some sort of protective clothing that did not seem to take kindly to the dew covering the clearing where she slept. The dampness splotched the brown leggings she wore and seeped through her blouse. There were somewhat primitive weapons within easy reach. The sword seemed well balanced to her hand, the pommel a perfect fit. Bloom had brought her to this place, leaving all that had been as hazy as a dream upon waking. The woman, Rhiannon Redmoon as she was now known, felt drawn by purpose driving her to the new now. Something lurked on the distant horizon. War? Pestilence? Death? Whatever the case, she would be prepared. She had been chosen, one of the Summoned.
Thirteen cycles of the moon brought Rhiannon to this moment. She was one with the land, the forest, and nature. She embraced the art of combat insofar as bringing down her own prey, feeding herself from what she hunted. She found plants - those that eased pain and others that did the exact opposite. She learned the difference between the three-pointed leaves and the five. She learned where to find nocturnal blooms and those that strained towards sunlight. As she once knew in the center of her being that something awaited her, she knew the time to emerge was now.
A vine grown within from an ingested seed snaked around her arm and the blossom whispered in her ear. She made her way to the settlement carrying the flower's word in her ear- home. Sanctuary.
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