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Name: Nythera Faerun
Species/race: Pixie
Gender: Female
Age: 437
Description(you can use picture if you want):
About 9cm tall,Black hair with a slight blye tinge, olive eyes, slender. Nythera, despite her size, has a few outfits. Most of them are made from natural materials, others from cloth, and a few made of silk. When she isn't going out anywhere she prefers to wear a simple white piece of cloth, fashioned with the pixie's odd style in mind. She also refuses to take off her extended gloves or the legging that merge into footwear at some point. (as in picture.)
Bio: Nythera was born in particularly large Yew tree, named Yggdrasil after the mythical Tree of Life. The tree was odd, not only because several families of pixie and fairy alike lived within, but it was completly hollowed out on the inside, and yet managed to continue living. The tree would have been a great mystery for the human race, but the pixie didn't really mind being ignorant of the subject, why question a benefit?
Nythera, like other types of Fairy, was attached to some sort of cycle. She just happened to be connected to the moon. A new moon represents her time of weakness, while the full moon represents renewed power. Nythera was confident with her cycle, she felt the moon was much more reliable than a tree or something of the earth. She knew the moon had been in the sky for millennia, it hadn't once died or went away for a spell. Very few fairies were connected to a solar or lunar cycle, the chances are around 1 in 10,000. Unlike their human counterparts, Pixies and other fairies don't breed like rats, most only concieve every two or three decades; meaning you may only see a solar or lunar cycle fairy every few centuries. The life span of a Pixie is almost always longer than that of a human, but it has no definite average. Because, the life of a Pixie (atleast most breeds) is proportional to that of their cycle. Those attached to a tree, like most, die with the tree. If the tree happened to be cut down or burned, then the fairy dies suddenly. (One of the reasons humans are cutting away at the pixie population, by destroying nature they are destroying countless fey.)
Nythera, being attached to the moon, has the gift (or curse?) of eternal youth; and so, Nythera has a large reserve of patience. An example would be when she spent decades learning little by little from Hekate. Hekate was a great fairy, who was linked to the very tree Nythera was born in, Yggdrasil. The tree was unnaturaly old, (some suspect she had prolonged her own life by preserving the tree long past it's time.) and so the old woman had been blessed with time to explore, seek other fey. In her time, Hekate had collected a vast expenditure of knowledge, mainly magic. Nythera had begged to be taught by Hekate at age 60, a mere child. The woman had finally agreed, but had been painfully slow at teaching the girl. Nythera worked for Hekate for 70 years, somewhat like an indentured serant being paid with knowledge of magic.
A forest fire started on Nythera's 77th year of training, burning much of the forest. No matter how many Alchemical treatments the old pixie had done to the tree, they couldn't stop the fire. Hekate seemed reluctant to put the flames out, saying she had cheated death for too long. Nythera mourned the old womans passing, but knew that life must go on. She began traveling the countryside, mimicking Hekate's journey on a smaller scale. She had stayed with the elven kind for a time, and made off with one of the best kept secrets of magic, how to shapeshift. Of course, it wasn't as effective with her, as you could only increase your own mass bya certain amount. The most she had managed was a housecat.
Nythera travelled around europe for two centuries, learning every language she came upon, and never missing a chance to learn more about magic. Of the things she learned on her long pilgrimage, one of her favorite tricks was transmutation, that is, turning one substance into another; although this required much calculation when she had first learned it, as you had to have the right number of molucules, modern science had made it a lot easier.
Nythera returned to her home-land, Wales, around twenty years ago. She lived among the forests for most of her time there, until she met a strange creature somewhere between brownie and hobgoblin. She beleives they have become good friends over the years, but is not entirely sure what the creature thinks of her. Recently she had decided to stay in the unoccupied house where her new friend lived, albeit in a different part of the house. All and all, she considers herself a mediocre magician who hasn't really done anything with her life yet.
(Sorry if that sounds a bit sketchy or anything, I am really tired right now, please any spelling mistakes you see, or post them and I will fix it tomorrow. Also, if the half-hobgoblin half-brownie shouldn't be Nythera's friend, just let me know.)
