Name: Echo
Age: 78
Race: Dryad
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan
Hair: Brown
Word of description: Her namesake
Background:
For countless decades has Echo dwelt in the forests of Solamnia, watching over the tender youth that would play among it’s branches and whisper gently to the lonesome soul that would solitude within it’s peaceful reaches. She cared for the forest itself, tending to the nourishment of young saplings and learning wisdom from the ancient oaks. When the Cataclysm came, all that was destroyed, and thus lovelorn and without hope she wandered amongst the now wasteland of her home broken and lamenting: Abandon entoure d’abandon…
Relationships:
So despairing did Echo weep her lament across the burnt land, so great was her mourning! She wasted away from the land, for how can a dryad live without her forest!, but her voice still remained, ringing faintly in the emptiness, telling those passing of the great sorrow that still echoes here.
