Name: Vahla Nethash Yenxephrah - Nick-name: Vahla
Age: Unknown, but very, VERY long ago she came into existence. Looks like 17 though.
Species: Plant Nymph
*Skills: Can flow from one place to another as long as there is an opening, any size. Manipulates plants of all kinds. Can hear anything that is near a plant, I. E. if you are speaking next to a fern and it can pass that info on to another plant near it and that plant can pass the word and so on and so on...guess you would call it net-working. Can drain life and poor life into others, to a point, she has limits. Can induce lethargy, and even poison someone, but she is loath to do so.
**Elements: Earth, water but mostly plant. She gives off a strong aura of green.
***Weakness: Fire, Extreme cold and Hate.
Appearance: Dark green grasses streaked with other greens all the way to yellow (depending on mood) for hair, emerald green eyes and pearly white skin with a slight flush of pink at the cheeks are the first things you notice about her. When facing Humes or Humans, as they like to be called, she maintains an appearance of a young girl of about 17 of unearthly beauty. She always plays or prays upon the Hume desires, wishes and needs, it is instinct and can''t be helped or stopped. So you will see her almost naked but not quite, males and some females will tend to stare and become very distracted.
Wardrobe/Outfit: Always a flowing of vegetation, She clothes herself in leaves, grasses and any plant matter. It is influenced by her mood and surroundings, so that if she is happy, for example, she will have green grasses and flowers around her body. If she is unhappy then dry and brittle leaves, sticks and rotting seaweed may be seen enrobing her.
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A frown came across her face, pouting her lips and furrowed her beautiful forehead as she looked at the building made of her forest. Who dared to do such a thing? It was painful for her to even come near it. Vahla could hear and feel the weeping of the trees, the agony in the bushes and she gasped again as it drove a knife in her heart. The Nymph moved forward with purpose and her anger built. Her hair responded to her feelings and became dry and brittle with autumn colors of gold and red and she smelled of fallen leaves. She flowed towards the building with intent and asked the door to open without saying a word, and it did so and she stepped into the room and looked about her, trembling with anger.
"Who dares do this thing to my charges without my permission?!" She spoke in the Old tongue of lilting, fluid musical sounds and looked about her with an angry green stare.
((How did I do? If she is too much, I can tone her down some.))