Name: Feznir
Gender: Male
Age: Young adolescent
Species: Nymph
Family: Mother, Father, four sisters, two brothers. They aren't particularly interesting.
Personality: He's independent and curious. These two traits has led him wandering into a mystery he cannot yet explain himself. However, he's determined to find the answer. Much of his arises from his desire to prove himself. As one of the last of many children, he always felt overlooked. While some of his siblings were fine with just being full of folly, Fenzir wanted to make something of his life. He wasn't going to live his life as a sheep.
History: Fenzir was born the sixth of seven children, and while he loves his family and the whole nymph community, he always felt that there was something beyond his loving family and loving extended family and loving community. While he did listen to his elders and studied all there was to study, he had a habit of wandering off on his own (and also getting lost) when he wasn't specifically required to be anywhere. This habit of his also meant he was constantly getting in trouble for being late for everything.
However, it wasn't long before what his studies taught him and what he experienced differed. From the elders he was taught that a red tree grew for every nymph, and that it was the red trees that sustained their lives. Their fate was entwined with the red trees, and they were the caretakers. What he saw, however, was that the red trees were stagnant. None of them were growing, and he knew. He had wandered to the edge of their forest and back many times.
When he told his siblings, they hedged. When he told his parents, they hedged. When he told his mentor, she didn't give him a direct answer either. However, he was summoned before the council of elders the very next day. They questioned him about what he knew, why he knew, who told him. It seemed like a day before they finally let him go. When he got back home, his parents were worried. Spending even an hour with the elders was not a good sign.
The next day, he was brought before the elders again. This time, however, he did the questioning. They told him that he was young, but observant, and that he had earned his right to the knowledge, but he couldn't share it. It was knowledge even his parents couldn't know about. It was knowledge that would take him on a completely different path in life. He accepted.
He learned that their race was dying. The secrets of the red trees were hidden to them. What they taught children was mere fragments and whispers of the truth. The problem was that the truth had been lost in time. For long, the elders had been trying to retrieve the past, but they weren't getting anywhere. What they did know was that they, the nymphs were in fact supposed to be the caretakers of the red trees, but the art had been long lost. The elders shared with him everything they knew. He met others who were also searching for the lost art. Some scoured books. Others experimented on leaves and such. All of them looked down on him for being so young.
His parents were deathly worried when he returned home that night, and the fact he told them he was packing to leave did not settle them at all. He bid his good bye to his family. Told them not to worry. Of course they did. The path Fenzir followed was different from his other searchers. He decided to spend time with the trees themselves. The only person who went with him was his mentor -- only who was the mentor and who was the student was no longer clear.
Current Goal/Purpose: He's trying to discover the red trees' secrets -- how they grow, why they've stopped, and how to save his people.
Appearance: He's young. He still has his baby fat, or at least he is still chubby. His skin is tinted red. His eyes and hair are brown in color. He has wings, but he has always had a hard time flying. Part of it is his weight, but he likes to say it's due to his connection with the ground. He is a mere 9 inches tall.