Shyrn Vozai
Name: Shyrn Vozai
Race: Pixie (large cousin)
Age: 376
Sex: female
Appearance: 4 foot 5 inches and pic
Personality: Fun loving and mischievous, Shyrn loves life, crowded as it is getting. She is inquisitive and will go to great lengths to satisfy her curiosity. She will not tolerate harming the forest that she lives in though. She tends to take in strays and raise them, returning them to the forest proper when they are grown and able to fend for themselves.
Skills/Abilities: Invisibility (at will), Dancing Lights, Entangle
Weapons: Bow, Arrows (spelled to put someone to sleep instead of cause them harm), small dagger.
Bio: Shyrn was born to a community of Pixies 176 years ago. Unfortunately, one of the Secret Societies that hunt and kill Mythicals, destroyed the community she grew up in when she was only 76 years old. Only Shyrn and one other escaped the massacre, and fled to a remote forest that at the time was far from Humanity. Shyrn hadn’t known the other was badly wounded in the attack, and the spell she used to take them to her present home killed her shortly after their arrival.
She has lived for 300 years in this forest, on her own, with only the forest creatures for company. In the past 70 years she has seen Humans once again invading her forest home. She has watched them closely, and even traveled to the forest’s edge to find Human settlement springing up around the forest. She has tried to stay unseen by the Humans who hike and camp within her forest. Small children have spotted her from time to time, and she smiles at the stories they tell their Elders about her. Should a child actually not say anything about her, they will always find some small gift when next they wake, a carved toy of one of the forest creatures.
Lately she has grown lonely for company and to talk to another. She debates though about reveling herself to any Adult Human though. Memories of her destroyed community still haunt her, and she has no wish to be hunted by anyone. And she has yet to see another Mythical in the forest in all this time.
Race: Pixie (large cousin)
Age: 376
Sex: female
Appearance: 4 foot 5 inches and pic
Personality: Fun loving and mischievous, Shyrn loves life, crowded as it is getting. She is inquisitive and will go to great lengths to satisfy her curiosity. She will not tolerate harming the forest that she lives in though. She tends to take in strays and raise them, returning them to the forest proper when they are grown and able to fend for themselves.
Skills/Abilities: Invisibility (at will), Dancing Lights, Entangle
Weapons: Bow, Arrows (spelled to put someone to sleep instead of cause them harm), small dagger.
Bio: Shyrn was born to a community of Pixies 176 years ago. Unfortunately, one of the Secret Societies that hunt and kill Mythicals, destroyed the community she grew up in when she was only 76 years old. Only Shyrn and one other escaped the massacre, and fled to a remote forest that at the time was far from Humanity. Shyrn hadn’t known the other was badly wounded in the attack, and the spell she used to take them to her present home killed her shortly after their arrival.
She has lived for 300 years in this forest, on her own, with only the forest creatures for company. In the past 70 years she has seen Humans once again invading her forest home. She has watched them closely, and even traveled to the forest’s edge to find Human settlement springing up around the forest. She has tried to stay unseen by the Humans who hike and camp within her forest. Small children have spotted her from time to time, and she smiles at the stories they tell their Elders about her. Should a child actually not say anything about her, they will always find some small gift when next they wake, a carved toy of one of the forest creatures.
Lately she has grown lonely for company and to talk to another. She debates though about reveling herself to any Adult Human though. Memories of her destroyed community still haunt her, and she has no wish to be hunted by anyone. And she has yet to see another Mythical in the forest in all this time.