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Feral is a fairly simple woman. At first, she may seen incredibly ignorant and naive. She is too trusting for her own good. After all, she doesn't know that lying is a concept. The truth is the truth to her just as the sky is blue. She is almost tencious about her curiosity towards the world around her. She is eager to learn and experience new things. Despite her upbringing, she's quite cheerful and friendly and loves a good chat. She loves to be around people and does not do well alone.

Indeed, Feral is very much a social creature. But even with her naturally friendly nature, she cares little of those outside of her "pod". She has no problems with helping strangers, but will never outright volunteer for such a task. To her, life is very much survival of the fittest and she won't put herself out there unless her inner circle considers it a worthy cause. Despite this mentality, Feral is fiercely loyal and protective of her loved ones. Anyone she considers part of her family, of her pod, she will fight to the death for. She is stubborn and won't give up, even if it means her own death. After all, life is not worth living if everyone she loves is dead. So she will fight for them to the bitter end. She doesn't care about good or evil or what is right or wrong. All she cares about is her pod.

But because she was raised by dinosaurs, Feral understands very little about humanoid culture. She doesn't know social cues or what is frowned upon when interacting with others. She is completely unaware of prejudice or politics. To her, she's just Feral. Her friends are her friends. Life isn't complicated. Sometimes this leads to her being easily manipulated or being plainfully blunt. After all, she has no tolerance for nonsense. She wears her heart on her sleeve and tells everyone exactly how she feels. This includes whether or not she likes someone. She has no shame or sense of dignity. She just is.

Feral is Feral. She's here to live life to the fullest. There's nothing else to it.

Unbeknownst to her, Feral's story began in the Chellaxian Empire. Her father was Nereus Seirenes, the heir of a powerful noble family, while her mother was Morgana Argus, an imperial princess. The two were star-crossed lovers, having fallen in love with each other despite their families long history of hatred for one another. When it became apparent that there was no way for them to be together, they eloped, running away from home. They came upon a ship of sea wayfarers, who welcomed them aboard. Her parents adopted aliases, going by Sojourn and Siren respectfully, abandoning their lineage and old lives. They befriedning a tabaxi couple close to their age.

Less than a year after they set out on the sea, Feral was born. Her parents named her Nixie Ligeia Seirenes, keeping her full name a secret from their new friends. Nothing particularly bad happened the first three years of her life. She was happy and healthy. She grew up on the ocean and knew how to swim as soon as she could walk. She was loved and spoiled by everyone on the ship. No child could be happier.

Everything changed during her third year of life. The tabaxi couple had their own child, a baby boy. Feral immediately viewed him as a little brother. She helped with him as much as she could, sometimes watching him or playing with him. The two families were incredibly close. But not long after her baby brother was born, tragedy struck. During a dangerously stormy night, something attacked the ship. While the adults desperately tried to get the children on a rowboat, they were attacked by the devil. Feral slipped and fell into the ocean. She would have drowned, if not for the pod of plesiosaur nearby that rescued her.

Feral's memory of her parents and the wayfarers was lost due to her young age and the trauma she endured. All she knew after that was her life with the plesiosaurs. They were her family—her papa, her mama, her aunt, her big sister and little brother. They fed her and kept her safe. As she grew, she became more and more connected to nature. It was easier to live alongside her family, as she slowly and surely began to manipulate the world around her with magic. The first time she turned into an animal, she had never been more thrilled.

Life on the island was peaceful. She listened to her parents' warnings for the most part. Stay out of the ocean. Don't leave the island. Don't bother the giant spiders. She was happy and curious and loved being alive. She didn't think about where she came from or what life she might be missing. It didn't matter.

And then... something changed. There was a shift—barely noticable, but something in the island's energy changed. The nature spirits grew quiet. And then... she met him.

Feral had been minding her own business, bathing in a stream. And then, out of nowhere, she was attacked. Merfolk and merrow came out of the stream, shouting at her in a strange language she could not understand. They would have killed her in her surprise if a merfolk had not jumped down from a nearby tree and come to her aid. She was able to wildshape after that, and together, they eliminated the assailants. But her rescuer was injured before the battle even began. Feral could not just let him die, after her broke all laws of nature and survival to save her. So she rushed to his aid.

It was close. Even with her skills and magic, Feral struggled to save him. But save him, she did. In his feverish, delusional state from blood loss, he muttered many confusing things that made no sense to her. But it sounded like something was happening to the merfolk who lived below the island. When he finally came to, he introduced himself as Nizat. He asked her her name, and she panicked. What was a name? Something to call her, right? Well, she overheard some merfolk hunters calling her feral once, so that's what she told him. Her name was Feral.

For the next month, Feral continued to help Nizat recover. She tended to his wounds as he healed. He stayed in a makeshift camp on the shore of her family's lake, where he'd be safe. Feral spent as much time with him as she could. She hunted for him, told him stories about her adventures on the island. She did not pry about what happened to him when it was obvious he didn't want to talk about it. Nizat was her first friend that she didn't need magic to talk to.

As time passed and Nizat grew strong enough, she took him on tours of the island. She showed him her favorite places. And completely oblivious to her own feelings, she fell hopelessly in love with him. But eventually, Nizat fully recovered. He told her he had to leave—he had something important to do. She wanted to go with him, but he refused. She asked him if he'd promise to come visit her instead. He promised.

Another month passed. Nizat did not return to visit. Instead, more strangers come to the island... strangers that would change her life forever.

Nature magic

As a druid, Feral has some control of the nature around her. Her magic comes from the natural world. She especially has an affinity for water.

Wildshape

As a member of the Circle of the Moon, Feral has the ability to shapeshift into more powerful animal forms. She favors shifting into a plesiosaur and other dinosaurs.

Cooking

Though new to the art of cooking and humanoid cuisine, Feral has taken quite an interest in it. It helps that she serves as the cook's assistant on the Besmara's Pearl.

• Feral was raised by a pod of plesiosaur, who rescued her when she was shipwrecked as a toddler.
• She is in a relationship with Nizat, the prince of Mermaid Lagoon.
• She associates each of her companions with an animal.
• Her favorite animals to wildshape into are dinosaurs.
• She has a tattoo of a red praying mantis surrounded by flowers on her right shoulder. It's a rite of passage for passing through Savangrada Island.