Nandin
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A creature blossoms out of the bark of an ancient tree, at first appearing as a new branch before solidifying into a decidedly female shape. She has a wild, unfathomable look in her large, almond-shaped eyes, and her hair has a pronounced, leafy texture, while her skin looks like fine wood.
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Nandin and her kin are wild, mysterious entities found deep in secluded woodlands. They'll defend the trees from any who would fell them and sometimes come into conflict with humans and others who take wood from the forests. She and her kin have been known to charm adventurers into helping them defend their homes or hunting down the forest’s enemies - even if those enemies are human loggers and woodcutters.
Other dryads and Nandin remain something of a mystery even to other woodland beings. Tales tell of dryads who took a fancy to handsome elf or human men, charmed them, and held them captive. But since dryads rarely "associate" with any outside their own kind, these stories may be purely apocryphal.
She and others are more likely to ensnare intruders and then send their charmed “guests” out to deal with threats the she and her kind cannot handle. Her delicate features are much like a female elf’s, though her flesh is like fine wood, and her hair is like a canopy of leaves. Although they are generally solitary, up to seven dryads have been encountered in one place on rare occasions.
In accordance with the appropriate season, Nandin's personality shifts. Also her bark and leaves change colors and density. In Spring, her leaves are light green, and she has flowers budding in her leaves even, which have fully bloomed in the Summer, which by now has made her leaves a fair green. Fall brings about a beautiful green and brown leaves for her, with tiny, brightly colored berries, which are poisonous if eaten except by her, and lastly, the harsh Winter colors her leaves to brown and makes her devoid of flowers and fruit.
Nandin speaks English with a Jamaican accent. But while knows them, she'll only speak Elven and Sylvan if she wants to. On occasion, she will sing. These songs she sings are in either of the three languages, most often Elven or Sylvan, and almost always hauntingly beautiful.
While her age is unknown, she seems to have a playful voice and demeanor, much akin to a rural teenager.
Shy, intelligent, and resolute, Nandin is as elusive as she is alluring, she avoids physical combat and is rarely seen unless she wishes to be. If threatened, or in need of an ally, she will use a "charm" spell or "suggestion" spell, attempting to gain control of the attacker or attackers who could help the most against the rest. Any attack on her tree, however, provokes her into a frenzied defense.
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The Real Me
USA borne; know solely as a female; aged 24 years as of July 15th, 1987; blessed with dark brown hair, green eyes, and the interest in Furries, (their scaled companions) Scalies, and the Fantasy genre of life (Paganism/Wicca, magick, and Dungeons & Dragons); cursed with a small height, small bewbs, and the inability to speak. A nutshell of me.
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Nandin and her kin are wild, mysterious entities found deep in secluded woodlands. They'll defend the trees from any who would fell them and sometimes come into conflict with humans and others who take wood from the forests. She and her kin have been known to charm adventurers into helping them defend their homes or hunting down the forest’s enemies - even if those enemies are human loggers and woodcutters.
Other dryads and Nandin remain something of a mystery even to other woodland beings. Tales tell of dryads who took a fancy to handsome elf or human men, charmed them, and held them captive. But since dryads rarely "associate" with any outside their own kind, these stories may be purely apocryphal.
She and others are more likely to ensnare intruders and then send their charmed “guests” out to deal with threats the she and her kind cannot handle. Her delicate features are much like a female elf’s, though her flesh is like fine wood, and her hair is like a canopy of leaves. Although they are generally solitary, up to seven dryads have been encountered in one place on rare occasions.
In accordance with the appropriate season, Nandin's personality shifts. Also her bark and leaves change colors and density. In Spring, her leaves are light green, and she has flowers budding in her leaves even, which have fully bloomed in the Summer, which by now has made her leaves a fair green. Fall brings about a beautiful green and brown leaves for her, with tiny, brightly colored berries, which are poisonous if eaten except by her, and lastly, the harsh Winter colors her leaves to brown and makes her devoid of flowers and fruit.
Nandin speaks English with a Jamaican accent. But while knows them, she'll only speak Elven and Sylvan if she wants to. On occasion, she will sing. These songs she sings are in either of the three languages, most often Elven or Sylvan, and almost always hauntingly beautiful.
While her age is unknown, she seems to have a playful voice and demeanor, much akin to a rural teenager.
Shy, intelligent, and resolute, Nandin is as elusive as she is alluring, she avoids physical combat and is rarely seen unless she wishes to be. If threatened, or in need of an ally, she will use a "charm" spell or "suggestion" spell, attempting to gain control of the attacker or attackers who could help the most against the rest. Any attack on her tree, however, provokes her into a frenzied defense.
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The Real Me
USA borne; know solely as a female; aged 24 years as of July 15th, 1987; blessed with dark brown hair, green eyes, and the interest in Furries, (their scaled companions) Scalies, and the Fantasy genre of life (Paganism/Wicca, magick, and Dungeons & Dragons); cursed with a small height, small bewbs, and the inability to speak. A nutshell of me.