Name:
Daleemalendria
Age:
297, in her human form she appears about 28.
Gender:
Female
Species:
Sylvan Treant
Appearance:
Her human form always seems to have far to much green tint to it, usually it is the hair and lips, so she tries to break it up with garnish colours in her clothing. Her hair is always long with light curls that sometimes move about when she is in distress. Around 37 years ago pair of young lovers carved their initials into her bark with a heart around it, this is always present on her left side regardless of her form.
Her tree form, immobile and ever watching.
Personality:
Dal is a slow thinker, she won't make sudden decisions or rash actions. In a fight she'll be the one at the back watching everything before doing making a move. It will take a long time to make friends with her (and same if your her enemy) but once done, your that for life and it will be almost impossible for her to change her mind over anything once she has decided something.
Abilities/Skills:
Slow Regeneration: Her injuries will heal over time, so long as she gets plenty of water, sunligh and mulch.
Anaerobic Exercise: She can effectively function withour breathing for a prolonged ammount of time, it is uncomfortable and makes her molt if over 30 mins.
Strong: Nearly 300 years old, all that good living has made for some very strong roots and bark.
Weaknesses:
Fire: Though as a living tree she will burn with very heavy smoke, any fire damage will not heal.
Lightning/Electric: Small ammounts will hurt immensely, one lightning bolt will kill her outright.
Water: She needs daily doses of water to stay alive, after a day or two she will start to wilt.
Brief history/background:
Sevenoakes was that until 4 of the great trees came down in a storm like no other. There was a storm, but that wasn't what destroyed the trees. One was Dal, she watched that night with her family when the van pulled up with strange equipement and cable and strapped them to (the closest term would be father in human conparisons) and the four people, all clad in dark clothes, started taking readings and probing the great tree.
As the storm build up in the early hours, one of them climbed up the great oak and added long metal poles to the cables. That was when in horror the storm fully struck and lightning completely the old oak.
In the blast of electrity and flying wood, Dal and her two (again the closest term would be siblings) fellow trees, transformed and fled. She has no idea where Tuxemondeimus and Galframadium have gone or if they are still alive, but all three of them left a little part of themselves in that ruin leaving just the three remaining trees standing.
Dal has never been back since to visit the remaining trees, but she hopes to one day find those responsible.
After finally reaching the urban city of London, Dal struggled to find anywhere that felt even a little remotely safe. She mostly kept to the back alleys and slightly more seedier areas of the city, until after more luck than searching, she came across a delightful summer glade full of brightly coloured ribbons, wild flowers and delicate furniture. She stood there taking in all the sights of the hidden glade for a few hours, not really noticing the busy bee that was making adjustments and flitting around her. Dal couldn't help it, after days of wandering and the pleasantness of the glade, she stood still and took root. Finally turning the lithe figure decorating the area she asked "Can I help put you ribbon up?" and took a brightly coloured ribbon into her hand before gracefully raised to her full height as as an oak.
Anything else:
Salt Water: unsure wether to add this as a weakness or leave it as a special case. My idea is have it act a little like alcohol, though in Dal's case she will probably start acting psychotic.
Taking Roots: She is nearly 300, in almost eevry case the treants will take root hardly ever moving again. She does want to settle down but needs to find a safe location first. The only thing keeping her wandering is her search for the tree killers.
Daleemalendria
Age:
297, in her human form she appears about 28.
Gender:
Female
Species:
Sylvan Treant
Appearance:
Her human form always seems to have far to much green tint to it, usually it is the hair and lips, so she tries to break it up with garnish colours in her clothing. Her hair is always long with light curls that sometimes move about when she is in distress. Around 37 years ago pair of young lovers carved their initials into her bark with a heart around it, this is always present on her left side regardless of her form.
Her tree form, immobile and ever watching.
Personality:
Dal is a slow thinker, she won't make sudden decisions or rash actions. In a fight she'll be the one at the back watching everything before doing making a move. It will take a long time to make friends with her (and same if your her enemy) but once done, your that for life and it will be almost impossible for her to change her mind over anything once she has decided something.
Abilities/Skills:
Slow Regeneration: Her injuries will heal over time, so long as she gets plenty of water, sunligh and mulch.
Anaerobic Exercise: She can effectively function withour breathing for a prolonged ammount of time, it is uncomfortable and makes her molt if over 30 mins.
Strong: Nearly 300 years old, all that good living has made for some very strong roots and bark.
Weaknesses:
Fire: Though as a living tree she will burn with very heavy smoke, any fire damage will not heal.
Lightning/Electric: Small ammounts will hurt immensely, one lightning bolt will kill her outright.
Water: She needs daily doses of water to stay alive, after a day or two she will start to wilt.
Brief history/background:
Sevenoakes was that until 4 of the great trees came down in a storm like no other. There was a storm, but that wasn't what destroyed the trees. One was Dal, she watched that night with her family when the van pulled up with strange equipement and cable and strapped them to (the closest term would be father in human conparisons) and the four people, all clad in dark clothes, started taking readings and probing the great tree.
As the storm build up in the early hours, one of them climbed up the great oak and added long metal poles to the cables. That was when in horror the storm fully struck and lightning completely the old oak.
In the blast of electrity and flying wood, Dal and her two (again the closest term would be siblings) fellow trees, transformed and fled. She has no idea where Tuxemondeimus and Galframadium have gone or if they are still alive, but all three of them left a little part of themselves in that ruin leaving just the three remaining trees standing.
Dal has never been back since to visit the remaining trees, but she hopes to one day find those responsible.
After finally reaching the urban city of London, Dal struggled to find anywhere that felt even a little remotely safe. She mostly kept to the back alleys and slightly more seedier areas of the city, until after more luck than searching, she came across a delightful summer glade full of brightly coloured ribbons, wild flowers and delicate furniture. She stood there taking in all the sights of the hidden glade for a few hours, not really noticing the busy bee that was making adjustments and flitting around her. Dal couldn't help it, after days of wandering and the pleasantness of the glade, she stood still and took root. Finally turning the lithe figure decorating the area she asked "Can I help put you ribbon up?" and took a brightly coloured ribbon into her hand before gracefully raised to her full height as as an oak.
Anything else:
Salt Water: unsure wether to add this as a weakness or leave it as a special case. My idea is have it act a little like alcohol, though in Dal's case she will probably start acting psychotic.
Taking Roots: She is nearly 300, in almost eevry case the treants will take root hardly ever moving again. She does want to settle down but needs to find a safe location first. The only thing keeping her wandering is her search for the tree killers.
