name| Rhyel (She hasn’t settled on her new last name yet)
nicknames| Rhy
race| Dryad
gender| Female
age| 126 but looks about 21/22
sexuality| Straight
occupation|None Right Now
face-claim| Azaleasdolls.com/gaga (Yes it’s a gaga maker but it works well for just head shots)
hair| Brown and a little wavy. She wears it down or in a braid or pony.
eyes| Vibrant Green
marks;tattoos;scars| A scar on her right thigh
body type| 5’2” average build
other| Has a slight German Accent

personality| There’s calm-coolness about her; Very Hippie like.
hobbies| Archery, Reading, and Talking with Leif
likes| Organic foods, Ketchup, the Smell of Books
dislikes| Processed foods, Wearing Dress and Skirts
phobias| Loud Noises

birthplace| Black Forest, Germany
date of birth| March 30 , 1886
a memory| BOOM! The whole world seemed to tremble and she fell to the ground. Her mother ran back to help her up. Running, running. The world shakes again as another bomb falls off in the distance. Her shoes catch in the holes in the lining of her dress as she runs making her trip every few feet. The four of them had been out by lake that evening celebrating Michael’s return home from the war, although that morning he was told he was going to be sent back in, when the bomb warnings went off. They were running toward the nearest shelter. Michael was leading the way followed by Mother and Rhyel with Father in the back. They spotted the shelter up ahead and Michael ran ahead to open the door. BOOM! The world seemed to fall from under her and everything was black. The smoke cleared and tried to stand but a piece of metal was stuck in the side of her right thigh and she fell back down. There was a scream near by – Michael. She managed to get to her feet and half ran half limped to find him. Mother and Father were there before her. Mother was crying and Father was talking to Michael trying to keep him calm. When she got closer she went numb. His bottom half was gone and his insides were on the ground. She fell to ground when she reached him and held his as he died. He looked up at the sky “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” “What is Michael?” She asked hiding her fear. His eyes became wide “The sky, the plants, the world” and then he closed his eyes and slipped off. She cried and screamed and hated the world, hated the humans that did this to him. The world had changed for Rhyel in that moment.

history| Born on June 8th, 1886 in The Black Forrest in Germany. Grew up in small towns mostly and moved to Berlin in 1910 with her family. After Michaels death her mother became cold and hateful and her father became passive. But Rhyel did neither of those. She learned from her brother the world was cruel but wonderful at the same time. After the war was over she fled the country against her mother’s wishes and moved around exploring the world and learning all she could. In the 60’s and 70’s she spent time in San Francisco and attended Woodstock (she’ll never admit that though). During her traveling she some work as an assassin and made a name for herself in the non-human underground. Now days she does not to take many jobs. She just moved from Germany where she spend time with her parents and traveled around Europe competing in archery competitions.

parents| Benjamin and Kayden (Last names change about every decade to avoid suspicion)
siblings| Michael (Me-Kel) (Deceased)
lover| None
enemies| None
friends| Only her pet
pet/familiar| Leif – White Weasel, Male


roleplayer| Cori
age| 20