Name: Sylvia Drys
Nickname: Sylvie
Age: 25
Age apparent: 19
Gender: Female
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Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Woodblood
Court: Spring
Keeper: Lady of Midnight and Shadow
Faction: Garten Flüchtlinge

Wyrd: 2
Glamour Pool: 3/12
Willpower: 5/5



Concept

A young runaway addict from a bad home fled one day into the forest.  There she dwelled among the trees, as if in a dream.  She became a part of the forest itself, changing from young runaway to shy dryad.


Appearance
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 102 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair color: Black
Hair Style: Long, Loose
Complexion: Fair
Body shape: Spritely
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Mien (Description): (Insert Description)

Mask (Description): (Insert Description)





Personality
Virtue: Prudence
Vice: Gluttony

My defining characteristic is shy.  If I don't know you, you probably won't see me.  I'm very instinctive and quiet.  I need time to learn to trust someone before I will come close.

If you see me when I'm alone in the woods or with someone with whom I am comfortable, like Eichenschild, my tree, then you will see how playful and fun I am.  I still don't talk a lot, but I like to sing and I'm very mischievous.



Your Story
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History

I remember that home sucked.  Mom drank too much.  Dad was--well, I don't like to think about it.  I left when I was young.  I couldn't take it.

Away from mom and dad was better in some ways, but worse in a lot of others.  I had friends so you couldn't really call me homeless.  I had places to crash on most nights, anyway.

I drank a lot, too, I guess.  Smoked.  I was high on something most of the time.  It was a good way to hide from all the bad people out there.  They could do what they wanted to me on the outside, but I was always safe inside myself and inside my high.

I had boy friends over the years.  Even a couple girl friends.  But you drift in and out of relationships when you're young.  None of them mean much to you in the end.

One was different.  He was sorta my boyfriend, but more my best friend.  He was always there for you when you needed him.  He was the kind of guy who hauled you out of trouble when you had too many pills, then held your hair while you threw up.  Sure, he introduced me to a lot of shit I did back then.  But he was always there when I was doing it.

It hurts worst of all when those kinds of people betray you.  I can't even remember what he did.  I don't like to think about that, either.  I think there's a reason I don't remember.  But it was bad.  Really bad.  The kind of bad that makes you think maybe you don't want to go on anymore, you know?  I still have the scars on my wrists.  When the Lady took me to the Garden and made me something else, she didn't take the scars away.

That was the bargain I made.  Escape.  That's what I always wanted, wasn't it?  From home, from people, from life.  Take me away from the pain.  Being a Dryad was easier.  Simpler.  Quiet.  Serene.  Hide in the trees.  Eat the fruit.  Stay out of sight and away from trouble.  Come out only when it's safe.

I'm pretty quiet today.  I was even more so then, in the garden.  I mostly only spoke to my tree.  Or sang to him.  Or just sat quietly in his branches.  It was easier and safer in his branches.  If you wanted to interact with me you had to be patient.  If you want the song bird to eat out of your hand you have to stay very still for a very long time.  Only then will she approach you.  Same thing with me.  I don't trust easy.

I don't know why I felt the need to come back.  When the Gardener left I felt a longing for home I hadn't felt in a long time.  Not home home, mind you.  Just, to be more than I was in the garden.  Being simple is safe, but sometimes even I'm adventurous and want more.

I dragged my tree along. Convinced him he needed to come home, too.  Honestly I think I needed him along.  I wouldn't survive on my own.  I'm home now, but too scared to do anything more than that.  I don't want to go back to the drugs, and anyway the fruit is better.  I definitely don't want to go home, home.  Better to stay in the woods with the tree.  It's not the Garden but it's not the real world either.  I'm torn about what I want.  Maybe I would have been better off back with the lady.

I still want escape.  I still want isolation.  I'm still as shy as ever.  But I'm not as simple as I was.  Not as instinctual, though I'm still more that than reasonable.  I remember the pain now.  I have nightmares about the time before the Garden.  A lot.  I think I need to find out what really happened back then.  But I'm too afraid to find out.






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Merits and Flaws
Attribute Merits
I am nimble and flexible.
I am impossibly cute (x2).
I have a sweet disposition; it's hard not to like me.
I am quiet and observant; I notice much that goes on around me.

Attribute Flaws
I am small and delicate like a tiny sapling.
I am shy and uncomfortable in social situations.


Skill Merits
I am athletic and can climb like a squirrel; I am comfortable at great heights.
I know a bit about living on the streets.
I can disappear into the scenery when I don't want to be seen.
I can survive in the wilderness, no problem (x2)
Don't leave stuff lying around; I'm liable to swipe them.
I know a thing or two about herbs and the like.

Skill Flaws
I am too small to be intimidating.
I have trouble acting normal when I'm nervous.
I know next to nothing about firearms.

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Contracts

Communion
Sense Element (o) - Wood
Primordial Voice (oo) - Wood

Wyld
Wildwalker (o)
Nature's Curse (oo)
Viridian Embrace  (ooo)

Elements
Cloak Of The Elements (o)

Eternal Spring
Gift Of Warm Breath (o)

Fleeting Spring
Cupid's Eye (o)