Name: Oritri
Nicknames/Alias: Ri-ri, Treetops, T Age: 29 (appears 17) Gender: Female Sexuality: Demi Date/Place of Birth: Autumn Currently: --- Nationality/Species: Cervitaur/Fey Occupation: Cleric, Nature Domain Miles of auburn curls pile high into a long ponytail that still reaches her haunches. With loose tresses dangling before daintily, pointed ears. Decorated with flower blooms and buds of leaves that spread up to a pair of large, branch-liked antlers (unlike deer from which they derive some of their appearance, both male and female cervitaurs sport antlers). Her skin is pale, fair, and free of blemishes save for a smattering of freckles across her dainty nose. Her fey roots have blessed her- as it does elves -with an almost eternal youth and ethereal beauty. Unlike most clerics, Oritri doesn't wear heavy armor. Instead, she's opted for a simple, studded-leather bodice that she has druidcraft-ed ivy to cover. On her back she wears a simple, wooden shield made from the cloven branch of a mighty oak tree. In her hand she wields a staff made from a twisting, knotted branch. Sprawling with outgrowths 'pon the bulbous top, covered like a miniature tree in leaves and flower buds to match the decoration of her antlers.
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" if you could only see the beast you made of me,
i held it in but now it seems you set it running free; the saints can't help you now, the ropes have been unbound; i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollowed ground. " Oritri was born to a little herd of female cervitaurs deep in a thick wood near the boundary between the fey wild and the material plane. Raised with her people's love of nature and devout faith in the Wild Mother, Oritri found herself drawn to the medicinal arts, eventually training as a cleric with her herd's only other cleric of Melora. Despite her cleric training, she also yearned to remain close to the wilds of the nature domain and her heritage as a guardian of the forest. Thus, she chose the nature domain and walked closely with the druids of her cervitaur race.
Indeed, Oritri's life was a peacefully happy one. That is, until the forest began to grow sick and dark with death. Swallowed bit-by-bit by blackening decay, and all manner of dire beasts and fell aberrations. She and her family were driven from their homeland by such forces; pushed ever closer to the forest's edge and toward more humanoid civilizations. Away from the comfort of the known and the protection of their fey homeland.... And with change came new dangers. Ambushed in the middle of the night, most of Oritri's herd- including her girlfriend, Amalthea -were captured. Some were killed. Badly injured in the scuffle and assumed to be among the dead, Oritri overheard her attackers mention selling off her family into the servitude of circuses and freakshows. " Fey creatures of old fetch a pretty penny, after all. " Praying to the Wild Mother for help, Oritri was saved by the cleric of a neighboring tribe of gnomes with whom her herd had become familiar. In a matter of days, she was strong enough to follow after Amalthea and the others. But Oritri is no ranger and tracking never came easily to her. She lost the trail almost as soon as she left the forest and has since only wandered in tired hope and faith that her Wild Mother will reunite them again. |