Cyrene
Description
At first glance, Cyrene is indistinguishable from the thick and sturdy oak tree from which she emerges. But the dryad's nature is soon evident. Cyrene is slender and willowy, rising about five feet in height and weighing a solid 120 pounds or so. Her naked skin is a rich sienna brown tone and striated like the bark of her precious tree. This fey appears to be a mature creature in her mid-20s, and her expression bears the solemn seriousness of her arboreal concerns. Her eyes lack pupils and are dark-black, but not in a wicked fashion. Instead, their depths share the quiet mysteries of the shade her tree offers. Her long hair flows like leaves in spring, devoted to a verdant green in the warm seasons and auburn red-orange in the cooler seasons. Cyrene is rarely found armed but any threats to her tree or livelihood are countered with immediate aggression in the form of a bow fashioned from fine oak and inscribed with sigils of the Sylvan tongue, or even a crescent shield of strong oak and a keen scimitar crafted for her by elven friends years ago. Cyrene is reminscient of Mother Nature: nurturing to those in her care, unforgiving to all others.
History
Dryads sometime took mortal lovers. When they did, more dryads were the only sort of offspring. Cyrene was brought into the world over 160 years ago. Like her mother, at first Cyrene was quite open to relations with mortal and sylvan visitors. But one day, while Cyrene strayed as far from her young oak as she dared with her mother, some lumberjacking adventurer came and cut her mother's tree down in one fell swoop. The tree was hauled off for gods-know-what purpose, but Cyrene beheld the horror of her mother screaming and falling over stone-dead at her feet. Naturally, Cyrene became a little withdrawn and xenophobic since that event. No one nears her grove without immediate confrontation, and she's honed her skills and understanding of nature's duality to a frightening degree. She's made sure she's no dryad to be trifled with by anyone -- elf, man, fey, or beast. Cyrene swore she would never share her mother's doom.
Personality
Cyrene is a quiet and solemn dryad who nurses the whims of nature through druidic practices centered on her grove of oak trees. She does not take kindly to strangers, but will not immediately attack unless clearly a threat to her habitat. Cyrene's dedicated intensity is both frightening and impressive and her grace and beauty is primal, dreamy, inspiring, and intoxicating. It's easy to want to be overwhelmed by her presence, and all the more painful when she rejects a smitten subject as she usually does.
Goals
Cyrene will master the practice of druids (20th level) before taking up the Prestige Class of hierophant.
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