About

Ophelia is a spirit of a poinsettia tree, small with gorgeous glowing red flowers. She can be seen in a lavish forest, tending to the trees and keeping an watchful eyes over some of the inhabitants. She had given herself a duty to look after all the life that she can, as she had died in her previous life trying her best to save a fawn, but both of them had perished in a devastating fire. She tried her best but didn't make it out alive. The life god bestowed her antlers and the ability to walk in the world of the living, for her noble sacrifice and for her selfless nature. However, death did not approve of the gifts and in turn cursed her, she has been embodied into a poinsettia tree after death and became the spirit of it. However, she can still morph out of it when she sees fit, turning into a coyote-fawn like creature. She can only be in a 5km radius of the tree otherwise death will claim her again. It is a living hell, even in the spirit world she can only be in the raidius. She tries to make the best of it and that is when she became a healer. It is a curse, forever imprisoned and always healing those in need. She never gets time to herself and if she does, she is completely bored out of her mind. Always seeing and doing the same things for all of enternity. All of that was centuries ago, to this day she still has a great fear of forest fires. She does everything she can to prevent them from happening.

She has an captivating voice, sounds of a gorgeous mystical howl, a sound that cannot be found on this earth and is unlike any other. She had inherited the voice of the spirits, when she sings, every spirit sings along side her creating a marvellous melody. She can breathe purple and blue magic, that has the properties to heal and sometimes destroy things. She mainly attempts to heal animals and plantlife, to heal their wounds from infections or to prevent further illness. She attempts her best to revive those who are lost, but even she can't battle death. She's a medic and most of the time, the wounded and weak seek her out for aid as she can not venture out far. She is often forced to try and revive those who are dying or old, the living yell and fight her - as well as death screaming in her ears to heal them. She succumbs into the pressure of using her healing magic as death wishes her to "live" a painful afterlife. As usual, those who are on their deathbed, usuallly die anyway, regardless of her magic or not. She has gained supernatural powers including, immortality - until her spirit perishs or her tree dies, healing and destructive ablities and the song of the spirits. Her magic causes her great agonizing pain when she uses a spell, a leaf or multiple leaves can fall from her tree and she is scarred with physical wounds, if she doesn't give it enough time for her leaves to regrow, she can be lost forever, she won't even be found in the living or spirit world. As soon as every leaf falls or if the tree withers, she will die. It can take years for a single leaf to regrow, so she tries her best to avoid using magic so she can still walk this earth. Her tree is prone to the nature of the living world, she tends to keep an eye on it but she is not capable of using magic on it, interacting with it or even using potions to help it grow or keep it safe. She tends to hide the trees purpose from other beings in case they were to do harm to her, all they would have to do is cut the tree down. As soon as the tree dies, she will perish.

Ophelia can be alluring at times, the mysterious creature that walks the forest floors, is bound to be somewhat captivated by the people who live there. She is vigiliant, always keeping a watchful eye out to find signs of a forest fire, those in need or for something to do. When faced with a situation, she is very cirtical, finding out some faults and tries to improve upon them, however she has made multiple mistakes, sometimes the same ones, over and over again. Depending on the severity of a situation, she can be foolish, even thoughtless and rush into it, without having a plan or assessing the situation. She is quick to judgement and can be a bit unthoughtful at times, this causes her to be rude. She hates babysitting as it brings up the pain of the past, when the blazing fire struck all those years ago. If anyone asks her to look after something or a child, she will instantly decline, this is either due to her past, her healing duties or that fact that people should look after their own children. She really only cares about her tree and the people she is healing, other than that she doesn't really give a damn. She can be found alone at times and she strongly dislikes it, her curse will forever hold her captive. She enjoys autumn and winter, as it is the cooler seasons and she doesn't have to worry about fires as much, that and the scenery changes for her.