Arbor Tarasynora Nimwe

### Relatives

Umbra Valina [Mother], Eridi Raynor [Father], Lysandre Nimwe [Adoptive mother], Mera and Sera Nimwe[Adoptive twin sisters]

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**Arbor Tarasynora Nimwe, The Loveless Child, Set's Forgotten, Daughter of the Forest, Nature's Vengeance**, also known as **Nimwe** is a Fey of Arbor.

## Personality

Tarasynora is a fey through and through, embodying some of their most noble traits. She is often kind, even motherly towards children, seeing them as gifts of nature, meant to be cherished and protected. Whilst she is wary of strangers, does not mean she shuns or avoids meeting new people. She has learned that it is better to greet those around you with a smile, for when they trust you it is easier to get their help. She is particularly fond of other Fey, Centaurs, and even Nords and Orcs. She dislikes both Alfen and Gaian's for different reasons but she never shows her displeasure when meeting either. Tarasynora loves plants and animals, she cares for many of the critters in the forest and nurtures wounded animals back to health when she can.

Inside of her is a raging fire, one fueled by her quest to protect nature and the fruits it bears. She often tricks poachers, blood collectors, and dark mages with her beauty and wits, imprisoning them for the Imperial college or her fellow Fey and Alfen to take care of. She is quite keen, releasing that attacking every person who hurts nature doesn't help. Instead she manipulates those around her until she finds her prey, the one who deals the most damage, who then is slowly coerced into her web before being devoured by her wrath, something which has earned her the title of 'nature's vengeance'. Whilst calculating, clever, and sometimes downright sadistic, whenever a child is in danger she will do anything to protect them. No matter the race, no matter the threat. It is part of her holy duty, to protect all that is fair, no matter what the cost may be.

## Story

*"Beware the Daughter of the Forest, a loveless creature without remorse for those who threaten nature. Her fury knows no bound. Beware."*

A child loved not by her parents, left to die in an ancient wood, to survive on her own, or serve as nourishment for the forest. The offspring of two dark mages, Tarasynora was created by accident, and like one, was left to fend for herself. If not for the forest itself intervening she would have surely been devoured by it. Picked up by the ancient guardians of the forest before wild animals could devour her she was raised by one of the ancient's clan mothers. A fierce woman known as Lysandre, a protector of the woods since ancient times, a skilled huntress, seasoned mother, and powerful mage. She raised Tarasynora like she did her own children, the twin bows of the Alfen. With strength, determination, and a strict upbringing.

From a young age she was taught how to use a weapon, about the plants and animals in the forest, and Alfen history. Tarasynora however soon discovered she wasn't quite like the Alfen who were raising her. One day she sprouted wings that shone in the moonlight and she discovered her natural affinity with Flora and blessings. From the moment her magical prowess was known, one of the few Fey in the village began to mentor her as to prepare her to fight for the forest one day. That was all she could ever be. Another leaf on the tree, destined to one day wither and die, or to be plucked from the tree. Something she did not enjoy, she desired something more, something no one had given her but the forest. Acceptance, love, respect. To the Guardians of the Forest she was simply a warrior, they did not acknowledge her like she wanted. The others shunned or ridiculed her for her heritage, a tribeless outcast with a dark history. She wasn't happy, she didn't belong. She sought something more, something meaningful, a purpose, a sign.

Tarasynora got her license at quite a young age, showing sufficient skills to harness the magic inside her. Still she wasn't happy for this simply meant she would be a more valuable soldier. On a whim she decided to see the world for herself, a decision she'd come to regret. Without much knowledge of the outside world she didn't know what to look out for, how to act, what to do, she was lost in a whole new world, unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. In a patch of wood, outside of the Great Forest where she grew up, a fair bit outside of Ironhold she rested. Shadows watched her closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Before she could even react she was bound in a metal net, being poked with spears and swords, grabbed and held down to the ground. In her panic she didn't know what was happening, all she had time for was to grab a single acorn and hold it firmly. Dragged away and thrown in a small cell, bloodied and bruised. She couldn't cry, it hurt too much to even do that.

She was thrown in a blood collecting facility, used as cattle for dark mages to satisfy their unquenchable thirst. She lost track of time, lost track of herself. Not even reacting to the daily draining, she barely ate, nor did she drink. She was about to give up until one day, just as new prisoners were being brought in, the acorn she had been keeping hidden fell on the ground. Something inside her awoke when she saw something so tiny and fragile. Her senses returned, she could hear the screaming and crying of the new prisoners. Including...a fey child.

"No more"

With a loud rumble the earth shook, an unbridled fire roared inside her. How dare they? Hurt her all they want, but to hurt a child was to hurt nature's gift, and that was something she couldn't allow. An explosion of wood and leaves sprouted from the acorn, sharp branches shooting out towards the surprised collectors. Some were impaled, others had a worse fate. Large roots unearthed from the tree that had now broken through the roof of the underground complex, shooting up towards the sky. The roots took hold of the collectors, exerting incredible force until they simply popped. The roots broke the restraints and cells, as she dropped to the ground she was slowly lifted up by one of the roots. Raising her head she looked at the collectors, an anger in her voice unlike anything she knew she was capable of.

**"Those who hurt nature's gifts, shall pay the ultimate price... in blood!"**

The large tree, twisted, groaning like a sentient being. The collectors tried to resist, but without a skilled mage present they were powerless. No matter how much they cut into the tree, no matter how many spells they flung around, it didn't matter. Every branch they cut off was replaced by two new ones, every cut resulted in retaliation from Tarasynora. The tree blossomed, its empty branches now overtaken by leaves. A soft chuckle echoed through the dungeon, bloodshot eyes in the dark watching the survivors desperately attempting to fight back. With newfound power she let her mana flow through the tree, the leaves began to tear away from their branches, and like a whirlwind circled the tree. Razor sharp leaves flew towards the last survivors, tearing their clothes apart, a thousand cuts appearing on each body. Limbs flew through the room, blood decorating the floor.

It was a massacre, bodies torn apart, crushed, and impaled littered the dungeon. Tarasynora however didn't feel guilty at all, no, she felt good, great even. Not of pleasure, but of purpose. She finally found her purpose in life, to protect all that was nature's gift, its children, and punish those who dared destroy it. A noble goal, even with her short lifespan she would give her life to protect all that this world gave them. Walking through her work she looked at the dead. No longer would they hurt anyone else, their operations would be shut down by the imperial college. Blood dripped off her body, she did not mind, something about spilling their blood was satisfying, fulfilling.

She stopped, hearing a soft whimper from the corner, curious she was sure hadn't left any survivors. Slowly she crept closer, the roots of the tree slowly following behind her. In the dark corner was a child, holding a smal girl. Both trembling in fear of the sight that had just occurred. Her anger vanished as soon as it had come, a smile formed as she made herself smaller. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. The bad men are gone, I won't allow them to hurt you again." Like a curious animal the girl peeked out from under her big brother's arm. Gently she held out her hand towards them, on her knees waiting for them to come to her. She waited until the boy peeked out too. Both began to carefully approach the large woman. Her palm towards them, an invitation for them to come. The girl took the initiative, touching the palm, testing if it was safe. When she realised it was she put her small hand on her palm, the boy following soon after. A genuine smile had formed. She covered their hands with her own and with a soft, gentle, motherly voice spoke to them. "Come, do not be afraid, I shall bring you home, I promise."

   The children didn't speak, instead the little blonde girl wrapped her tiny arms around her. Tears flowed, like raindrops falling on her fair skin. The boy joined almost right after his sister. A child on each shoulder, crying their hearts out. "Do not be afraid of the dark, for there is always a light. Your light is here...I am here." Tarasynora held the children like they were her own. She eventually brought them to a safe place, a home they could recover and live happily. And her? She had a purpose now, one she would fulfill.

No more pain, no more destruction, she would only stop when all those who defied nature were punished. Until then, she was on the hunt.

## Resources

### Equipment and Weaponry

Tarasynora always brings a piece of nature with her no matter where she goes, she always has the following items:
-A herbal satchel full of herbs and other useful ingredients for healing.
-A bag of seeds, she uses these for combat. It is a variety of them for any situation.
-A separate satchel that contains dangerous plant specimens, mostly poisonous ones.
-A small detailed notebook, no one is sure what she writes in here.

Tarasynora wears plants on her body, not ashamed of what nature gifted her. If needed she can use these to defend herself or strike a fatal blow to the enemy whilst they are distracted. Spiky vines are wrapped around her arms and legs, her clothing being hardened leaves. It serves as mild protection and gives her the ability to have some means of offense or defense when out of nature.

She carries a shortbow with her, gifted by her mother. It is a beautifully crafted bow tailored for her, she is quite fond of it. It comes with a quiver of 24 arrows.

### Specialisations

* Extremely knowledgeable about every type of plant, she can tell what kind of plant it is by smell alone.
* Extremely knowledgeable on animals and beasts.
* Skilled archer
* Talented performer
* Skilled healer (knows how to make balms and how to treat wounds, plus healing magic)
* Manipulation