Basics
Name Diony
Age 25
Gender Female
Orientation Pansexual
About
aloof . naturalist . hard-working
Height: 4'6'' Weight: 100lbs.
Diony was onece an elven child, the middle daughter of an immense family. At a young age she strayed from her family and was lost to the woods, where the fae brought her to safety...in their own world. As the years went by, her body changed, turning her further and further into her faun form. She doesn't mind though, preferring this world of mystery and fantasy to her own.
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Intelligence
Creativity
Humor
Empathy
Abilities
Diony has a knack for magic, being able to cure the forest around her, and any wounded animals she finds. She's also quite fierce when angered, and won't hesitate to bring the forest alive around her, to protect herself or injure others.
Race
Fauns are denizens of the fey world, most often being other species who have been lured or brought into the world. Because of this, they're untrustworthy of elves and other humanoids, most wishing to regain their old form.
Quirks & Habits
Has a rather large pine marten as her companion, who likes to trip her up when darting between her feet.
Diony has no rememberance of her old name, and most of her memories of her previous life have disappeared.
The longer she remains in the fey world, the closer to an animal she becomes. There's not much left of her elven form, and with a couple more years, she will become a fully fledged faun.
Lacrima is the closest thing Cathe has a friend, in the church. While they are of similar descent, Cathe is frightened of the mutations that the other has gone through. She has little knowledge of her own self and her descendants, and she tries to push through and understand the other demon as much as she can.
Cathe and Lise manage to butt heads on a constant basis. Cathe can't understand while the gargoyle is so uptight, especially when it comes to accepting her new home and the doctrine it wishes. She feels that Lise is so old and set in her ways, that she will never budge.
Cathe won't admit it out loud, but she scared of the church's archbishop. She's never had a proper moment alone with the elf, and her high status pushes everyone else away. Part of Cathe wonders if she's something more than just a high elf, but Tamfana's all-seeing presence is the only thing that keeps her mouth shut.
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