Age: Appears to be around 20
Height: 5’6
Weight: 118 lbs
Dark brown hair that falls loose about her shoulders. Clear blue eyes and ivory skin. A small nose and soft, full pink lips complete her facial features. Elven ears, a trait from her father. Soft, lilting voice; a trait from her mother.
Thin but not frail, she is clearly not a warrior. Hands, with long fingers better suited for playing a harp and picking berries or leaves for medicine and poultices than wielding a sword.
Quiet and careful. Verreth chooses her words and actions carefully knowing that her mother’s blood can bring odd effects to those around her. She enjoys the company of others but grows restless is she stays in the same place for too long. Her ability to shift into a griffin has helped this urge.
She is nurturing and caring of others, seeking out those who need her help wherever she goes. Verreth considers her life as a druid, her ability to heal both with medicines and with the forest’s gods help to be a blessing. She learned her patience from her father.
The depth of her patience and caring is only matched by her vengeful nature. A trait inherited from her mother, Verreth will hold to her anger, calculating how best to make the betrayer pay.
Abilities-
Dazzling Beauty-When she wishes, Verreth can use her beauty as her mother would to persuade others to do as she wishes. She rarely uses the ability as it makes for false friends and causes issues with those around her.
Cure wounds-Small wounds are nothing for her but bigger ones require a boon to the forest god and meditation afterwards. A disease is tougher, taking more from her when she heals the person.
As a druid she has some minor control over plants, animals and the elements. This ranges in scope and is limited.
Shapeshift-Verreth has learned to shift herself into the form of a griffin. She has learned to control the griffin’s natural urges to an extent. If in a very stressful situation there is still the chance the griffin will take over more.
If she stays in the form too long she needs to rest for a lengthy time afterwards.
Typically wears light dresses, blues and greens in colour. Little in the way of adornment.
A warm cloak, variety of pouches for holding herbs, leaves, etc. A dagger hangs at her waist. Small coin pouch also hangs at her waist.
Her mother was the nymph Caleia. Her father an elf, Aryan. She found him intriguing, he found her captivating. To his delight she stayed with him for a number of years, bearing him a single child. Caleia grew restless and became fascinated with a human warrior who had come into the elves home one afternoon. The warrior stayed for a few days and while Aryan looked after his daughter, Caleia found the arms of the warrior more to her liking.
Verreth was five when her mother left the village with the warrior. While she herself was never close with her mother, nymphs not known for their overly nurturing ways, Verreth was distraught at her father’s broken heart.
The young girl did everything she could to cheer her father up, not realizing the effect she had on those around her. The village doted on the young girl. As she grew into adolescence many young elves vied for her attention. Verreth did not fully understand until her father explained exactly what her mother was and what that meant for her. She became wary of people, unsure if they liked her company for who she was or simply because of what she was.
Verreth learned to play the harp, enjoying the beautiful music it made. Her eleventh birthday her father gifted her with one. She also studied with the druids of the village. A quick study Verreth was named among their numbers by the time she was 18.
Unlike her mother Verreth was nurturing and caring and the healing arts were something she was especially adept at. Unfortunately, like her mother Verreth grew restless. She long to leave and explore the world. It pained her and she fought the urge to leave knowing that it would bring even more sadness to her father.
Her mother returned when Verreth was seventeen. Caleia came with a small band of elves, one of which was her newest lover. Aryan became quite sad upon her return, watching her with another man. When Caleia came to his home she did nothing but chide him for his soft heart and his desire. Aryan told Caleia to leave and while she agreed, she told him that she was taking Verreth with her. Verreth refused. Caleia told Aryan that if he kept Verreth here that it would kill her. A lie, of course but Caleia knew, could sense Verreth’s longing to leave and thought she was helping her “trapped” daughter.
Anger erupted from all parties and in the end Caleia left with the other elves and Verreth stayed with her father. Aryan became aware that Verreth was restless. In fear that Caleia might be correct he urged Verreth to find her own way.
On one side her heart rejoiced at the idea. On the other side it cried for her father’s sadness. It was with tears in both their eyes that Verreth left her home to explore the world. She took with her her teachings and abilities as a druid, vowing to help those where ever she could.
Going from place to place she learned a bit of a few different languages, new medicines, helped a great many and was always cautious. Aware what being half nymph meant, Verreth kept things as professional as she could. She had seen what happened to her father, she did not want any male to go through that because of what she partially was.
Travelling at the age of eighteen Verreth encountered Gideon. A mage, he recognized what she was and sought to befriend her. For months Verreth avoided contact with him as much as possible and slowly the mage worked past the woman’s barrier. Verreth had no idea that Gideon’s intentions were not pure and good.
He was in the habit of experimenting and his newest obsession was shapeshifting. He wondered what something that was half mythical could be turned into. Gideon would drug Verreth with a deep sleeping potion and then change her. His first attempt yielded nothing but a glimmer to her form. Reasoning that she needed to be a bit more cognizant he began experimenting with how much potion he needed to give her. Each attempt brought him closer and closer.
Verreth would wake, sore and unrested. Gideon playing her close friend prompted her to meditate more, rest more during the day and other platitudes to sooth her suspicions.
One night, Gideon drugged her meal with the bare minimum that would make her sleepy but still aware. Groggy, Verreth struggled to understand what was going on. She could feel her body changing, the magic coursing through her and the mind of something else taking over.
Gideon’s laughter filled the air. Before him stood a griffin. It was more than he hoped. Verreth fought the mind of the creature she had become. She reeled against his betrayal. She was able to break the spell and as she lay there recovering she made a choice. Allow the anger to consume her or...repay his betrayal.
Summoning an ability she had tried so hard not to use she convinced Gideon that she was not angry, that she wanted him, she loved him for what he was doing and wanted him to teach her to change herself.
Unable to resist the houri’s ability Gideon taught her. For months Verreth worked to learn to change herself at will into the griffin. She learned to change, change back and take control of the beasts mind. Gideon often wanted the griffin to attack those who he felt had wronged him. They would often argue over it, Verreth winning in the end by charming him.
Verreth found a new freedom in the griffin. The ability to fly meant she could go great distances, see many things. It was the freedom her nymph’s blood desired and her normal form gave her the satisfaction of her work healing others, that her elven blood desired.
The soft, polite and delicate healer learned to turn herself into a strong and deadly beast. Gideon became wary of her power to shift as well as her druidic powers. He tried to chain her one evening when she had shifted into the griffin. Verreth, her heart harden by his multiple betrayals lashed out at him and flew off. The last she saw of him, Gideon was on the ground. She never looked back.
Verreth spends her days seeking out Gideon and helping those as she travels. She often makes potions, poultices and such for people in return for food or shelter.