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Kusymre
Kusymre Embla
| Name | Kusymre |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Unknown |
| Age | Little more than a child if that |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Woodlands and Forests |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Small was she, but a girl to the eyes of many, careless and innocent to the extreme. Robed in little more than ferns and leathers form the forest.
For of the forest is she through and through and barely can she speak, for with the animals her heart lies.
White is her hair, pure as snow and crystal blue her eyes, as fresh as the dawn and innocent as the day.
Caught in a dream that the world would not understand, she was nothing but alone yet so close to nature was she than she did not understand the whims of men and other races.
Bare were her feet and covered in mud, soft and often the laughter that came from her lips and gentle was the merry heart that lay beneath.
Light was her skin, for she was fair in body and mind and never would a negative thought cross her. |
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Background
Kusymre (koo-sihm-rah) Embla - primrose flower from the elm.
Whispers were heard of a strange creature who wandered the forests of the world. Some spoke of an elf child, lost from the first age who never grew; others of a child of some ancient forest spirit who never wished to age. None knew the truth of the girl and none dared to ask, for all who spoke to her found little desire to pursue such knowledge with one so lighthearted and carefree.
Yet all saw that she was a child of man and one abandoned by her kind, for she was more akin to an animal in aspect than all her kin. Perhaps it were they who raised her? Although such a proposition seemed ludicrous, looking at the girl would maybe bring such thoughts to mind. It would take more than guesswork to figure out such a creature and only the most inquisitive would maybe seek to solve the enigma...
| Friends | None but what nature provides. |
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| Relatives | Unknown. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Who would want to be an enemy to such a gentle creature? |
| Loves | Birds, animals, all things growing, laughter, singing and mirth. |
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| Hates | Cruelty, the dark, those who seek others harm. |
| Motivation | To live her peaceful existance forever. |
| Quotes | "Can't you hear the birds sing?" |
