About

Abilities

This demure young woman wasn't called 'deer child' for nothing. Abbie is blessed with the ability to transform into a doe, littered with fawn-spots and possessing of antlers laden with wildflowers. Outside of this full transformation, these antlers are ever present atop her head, making the ability to glamour them away a necessity. Regardless of her form, she is adept at vitalizing and controlling various plant life, marking her as a spirit of nature.

background

Hailing from Brandon, Iowa, Abbie grew up proud to belong to a town that boasted the world's largest frying pan. With a medical doctor for a mother, and an overbearing one at that, she was raised to hold her academics in high esteem, as well as one's personal health. Drugs, alcohol, and the gateway poison of expletives were eschewed, and to this day the dweeb will rarely cuss beyond a spirited, "heck!"

Her father owned a comic book shop sandwiched between two much larger businesses, and while the store's sales suffered for it, the place was a haven for little May. She grew up admiring heroes, and aspired to always make the right choice; this manifests in an active endeavor to show kindness, as well as to go out of her way to help others.

In a life dominated by her mother's interests, there came days of freedom in which Abbie would escape to a nearby park. She found herself enthralled by the wildlife; particularly the greenery found alongside the banks of the Cedar River. There came a time when she'd learned to identify the name of each, and had taken to growing what she could in the garden of her own backyard. Botany inspired young Abbie May, and would become her legacy in a way she never could have expected.

once upon a time...

It might be hard to believe, but dear little Abbie May hasn't always been a majestic spirit of the wilds. No, she was once a a human girl, and an awkward one at that. Oftentimes she contented herself with the company of a secluded spot and a book--fortunately, neither of which could reject her freckles and over-large front teeth. One serendipitous day the dork heard a rustling in the bushes nearby, and she was compelled to investigate the noise. What she found was a buck, though it was like no deer she'd ever seen. The creature's pelt shone like the stars. The spirit did not flee, and it soon became apparent why: blood the hue of silver oozed from a gaping wound down the creature's side. Inspired by the many fairy tales in her collection, she steeled herself to help this great beast!

...Unfortunately, it would seem she was too late. It was not long before the spirit vanished altogether, leaving no trace save for a wooden mask fashioned in the shape of a deer's head--this would be all that remained of the great spirit of the wilds; a creature that could no longer carry out its duty alone.

Luckily for him, she tried on the mask.

...unluckily for her...

"I did not know the spirit in life, but I have spoken to those who did. He was born from an aurora that spread across the fields, and inhabited a forest made magic by his very presence. A sly man who coveted the spirit's power convinced a huntsman to chase down the Great Hart, as well as his brother, the Mad Stag. They were slain, but as spirits, they could not be totally vanquished.

His remains lived on, and over time, he appeared in--
--to many different people. Sometimes, his arrival came as a good omen, others, it hearkened a great tragedy and period of darkness.
Whatever the actions of his hosts, this remains certain about Elafi: you are a means to an end. Specifically, a life prolonged; a warm body, and nothing more. The moment your life slips away, he will leave you, and nothing will remain.

You might think to be rid of the mask, now that you know the risks. But you'll no doubt find that easier said than done. Even now he calls to you, does he not? It's as if your fingers can not release it--his remains, no matter how much you will them to."