ODESSA BEREZA
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"Oh Trees, Trees, Trees ... wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me?"
Oh Trees, Trees, Trees ... wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me?-C.S. Lewis
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || "Bereza" is just to fit in
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || she/her/hers
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xxxxx|| Age || 157, appears mid twenties
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xxxxx|| Species || Hamadryadxx
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xxxxx|| Hometown || Avery, Minnesotaxx
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xxxxx|| Hex || #839973xx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'2"
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xxxxx|| Build || petite
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xxxxx|| Description || though she's small in stature, Odessa makes a big impression. Pale skin, striking eyes, lucuous (naturally) red hair, she's a beauty. Her bone structure is divine, and she seems just too good to be true. Some of her people hide away through the winter months, but Odessa tends to remain. She withers some, through the cold and harsh winters, becoming almost worrying gaunt as the color in her hair and face fades, only to bloom again in the spring. It's subtle, the way her hair will bloom, brighten, shrink, grow, glow, and fade throughout the year, and if you aren't paying attention you may miss it. Her clothes- when she wears them- are always natural fabrics, flowy, and very earthy. Her wardrobe wouldn't look out of place in a hippy commune, and her makeup- when she wears it- wouldn't look out of place on a Sephora employee. She can be as glamorous and beautiful as any other self-respecting Russian lady when she desires.
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She loves to surround herself with people; Odessa loves people. She love talking to people, hearing stories, making friends. To Odessa, the friendship of another person is the greatest gift this planet has to give, and she never gets tired of good company. She can't venture far beyond the woods where she was "born," so when people come across her, she's loathe to let them leave, especially if they're not a woodland spirit.
She's very danger adverse, though: often vanishing back into the trees when something goes wrong. She's an observer, and though she's very willing to use her voice, she knows that if she crosses the wrong person there's very little she could do to keep them from making swift work of her. So, she tries to keep her nose in her own business if there's a chance someone might take an axe to her tree.
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Harming the tree will hard the dryad; carving marks into the trunk of the tree will make them appear on the tree's spirit, and chopping it down will kill her. There's little that Odessa could really do to stop someone, especially if she were sleeping or away from the tree. Alternatively, harming Odessa will harm her tree, and killing her will kill the tree. Odessa possesses some mild magic, like many woodland spirits. Minor elemental (especially plant) magic, she can speak with some (not all) animals, extensive and magical knowledge about healing herbs, nothing crazy. She can go into her own tree to sleep or hide, and among other trees of the same species, she can camouflage and hide if she's in danger.
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A few of the businesses in town are accessible to Odessa, and unlike her sisters in the forest she's very interested in how people live. None of the people in town are human, and she knows that, but they're different enough that she's enjoyed getting to know some of them, hear their stories and learn more about them.
But most of her life has been in the forest, among the trees and with the other spirits. They dance, sing, and live together; braiding each other's hair and sharing the long-kept secrets of the earth. There are many secrets that they've kept and passed down among the generations since the beginning of time, and Odessa is glad to share in the rich history of her people. Perhaps, one day, stories will be told of her name, too.
In more recent history, some strange things have been happening in and around that beautiful old house Odessa so loves to look at. She's seen some things that don't quite make sense to her, but she hasn't told anyone what she's seen. She's afraid of what might happen to her if she speaks out, but more importantly she's afraid of what may happen to her sisters if she speaks out. If you don't know which tree in a forest you're looking for, a desperate person might just burn them alll down. She couldn't bear the thought of that.
She's a little nervous about what this might mean for the town, and for her.
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