Name: Yaara Sudran "Ancient Mother"
Age: As old as the forest itself.
Species: Sentient Tree
Family: All of the trees in the forest are her children.
Personality & History: Caring, nurturing, and very protective of her children. She is wise and learned of the ways of both forest and man. She will always do what is best for her family, though at times she has taken pity on the race of man and has aided them in their times of struggle. She lives for the purpose of balance, so that man may never tip the scales and upset the balance of nature and technology. This task she lovingly and loyaly forever is responsible for upholding, as charged by the goddess of creation. From the moment she was planted in fresh soil at the beginning of time, she has strived to understand all that there is to understand and to become the medium for both progress and simplicity. She is the stand upon which the scales balance, though should they ever begin to tip in human's favor, she must interject for the sake of the true natives of this world: nature. Yaara Sudran has many agents, both wild and human and she speaks both tongues. She is the only sentient plantlife, as her children are far more simple, but this also makes it easier for her to maintain peace in nature. Her human agents are magical folk who value the earth they walk upon as she believes all humans should.
Current Goal/Purpose: There have been two great wars between nature and man. Yaara Sudran fears a third may be brewing. Humans have grown insensitive and ungrateful for all that nature has provided them. They are encroaching on her forest, needlessly chopping down her children, according to her most trusted human agent. She understands that sacrifices are a necessity; that the humans need use of her children and those in her kingdom for shelter and food and warmth as much as they all need the dead of the humans to nurish the soil. But taking without cause can not go unpunished. She will begin the assemblage of her warriors...
Appearance: A thirty-foot thick, too-tall-to-climb, mighty tree with roots lifting above ground and reaching far down into the soil, bark rough and lightly coated in moss. Her top spiders into many large branches that are always in bloom with leaves and blossoms, regardless of year. Her branches show her age, crooked and lumpy like an old woman hunched with arthritis. She sits on an island surrounded by a spring with the purest of waters. Looking into the spring is like gazing at a star-filled sky.