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Magical Ability:

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Flight: As is true with all Fae, Braelyn is able to use her wings to fly.
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Growth: Braelyn is able to aid plant growth past the mortal ability of simply watering and weeding. She may bring dying plants back from the brink of death and can germinate seeds. She can also speed up the growth process and increase the number of flowers or fruit a plant may have. However, the speed at which she is able to grow a plant is only increased slightly from weeks to days; it is not instantaneous.
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Appearance:

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Braelyn stands at a height of 4'7". She has a rather thin build with minimal curvature and little evidence to her femininity other than her pixie facial features. Her arms, though in appearance frail, are rather muscular. Her legs look as though they should belong to a runner, though Braelyn rarely does any running. She more often relies on her wings which are a translucent blue/purple ombre covered in a series of interwoven swirls. They are considered to be medium sized wings. Her eyes, a gentle almond shape, are also a striking aqua blue. Her nose is petite, but fits her face well and is pierced through the septum. She wears a silver ring with an iridescent opal in the center. Braelyn's hair is naturally an auburn color which she keeps in thick dread locks tied into two buns atop her head. Butterflies and hemlock berries often adorn her buns for color.
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She can normally be seen in a white, flowing, halter shirt with a round keyhole opening on her chest and a mauve peasant skirt. Her other typical outfit includes a white tube top dress, browned at the bottom from mud. She does not wear shoes, though owns a pair of weathered brown boots she wears if needed. Around her neck is always a thin, silver chain with a few lily of the valley flowers hanging from it. By now, you may have realized Braelyn wears quite poisonous flora. She does this in case of emergency, should she have to poison another or herself, in extreme circumstances. 
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Personality:

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Kindess is defined by Braelyn Willowmist. She does not have an ounce of malice in her small frame. Though do not take her kindness for naivety. She is as intelligent as she is kind, consistently observing people and situations so that she may reap the best rewards from around her. She will always lend aid to a plant, animal, or fae in need, though because of her history, her mindset has and always will be, geared towards her own survival. This being said, she can be very manipulative when she deems it necessary. She has more than once feigned an act of damsel in distress in order to gain information or proximity to the correct people. Braelyn does not crave power, though she does desire security, something her childhood was sorely lacking.
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Braelyn is a free spirit desperately in love with the forest and all of nature. Her greatest passions are growing plants, specifically those with medicinal uses, and poetry. She often finds herself sitting in the middle of the forest among her animal companions reciting verses with the aid of her lyre. She is not particularly good at using it, but her father played and she feels as though she must at least attempt to continue his musical legacy. She is quite passive, and even when threatened or attacked will most likely not attack in return. She believes fully in the art of communication and for that reason has made herself quite articulate. She says what she means and means what she says. She often finds herself in moments of silence in the midst of conversation because she is taking the time to perfectly craft her meaning through words.
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History:

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Braelyn was born to warm winds and blossoming flowers that fell to kiss the new babe cooing in the arms of Elianora Willowmist, her mother. Her father, Gybarld the beloved Fairy Court bard, master of the Fae lrye. Despite the land being at war, the fae felt few of the effects of the bloodshed and chaos plaguing Oedir. As was and is typical of fae folk, they kept to themselves except when it was necessary for them to defend their land or to intervene. Elianora, a swordswoman, was part of the very large team assigned to defense. As Braelyn aged, she showed a strength for weaponry and stealth. She was quick and silent in her attacks and Elianora became not only her mother, but her mentor, training her to one day serve their king and become a swordswoman.
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One day, whilst investigating a mischievous fire on the outskirts of their land, Braelyn and her mother were ambushed by a group of nefarious humans. The pair put up a good fight, but were simply outnumbered. Elianora and Braelyn were taken hostage and brought back to the realm of man. During their travel, Elianora attempted to free herself and her daughter. She was able to break from her restraints and tried to free her daughter as well. When she was unable to, she vowed to come back for her, and flew from the cart they were being held in. A human archer, a part of the group that had captured her, shot her down, killing her almost instantly. Braelyn, the very young fae age of 25, watched her mother fall from her realm in the sky and thunk to the ground, a shriveled heap under a thin veil of wings. She wept as she was carted away by the men, her mother left to rot in the road.
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Upon reaching man's domain, Braelyn was sold into servitude. At first, she bounced from home to home, field to field. In some places, she was beaten, in some, she was taken advantage of, but eventually her beauty led her to be sold to a well to do family. At this point in her life, she had lost herself, convinced by recent events that she was merely an item to be had, aesthetic to be added to their fine home. Years passed, the war raged on, other fae servants came and went, but Braelyn always remained at the Norman home, consistently at the mercy of Ingeram, the lord of the home. He took pleasure in watching her work around the house, cleaning his home, cooking his food, tending to his garden. He seemed to always be watching the fair fae, and Braelyn was always afraid of his gaze though she took pains to avoid meeting it directly at all costs for she knew that were she to meet it, her fate with him would be sealed.
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Eventually, the lady of the house grew jealous of her husband's wandering eyes and while he was gone one evening, sold Braelyn out from under him. She left the life of tending to a Lord's home and found herself in the den of a apothecary. Percivale the Apothecary, an older human, 36, alone in the war overwhelmed with the demand of creating draughts for dying soldiers bought Braelyn as a fae slave, but treated her as an equal. He taught her all that he knew about medicine and horticulture. He taught her peace and over time, love. Braelyn was blessed during the war in that she did not feel its reach save the death of her mother. She was sheltered in her slavery, and set free mentally and emotionally when Percivale entered her life. The day the Force of the Ashes was signed, Percivale, now suffering from the pains of age, set her free physically. With the treaty in place, Braelyn no longer needed the protection of being his official slave, she could officially just exist as his beloved. She stayed with him until the end of his life and wept for the mortality of humans when he died.
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Once Percivale was dead, there was nothing left for Braelyn in the land of men. Under the protection of the treaty, she returned to her home land to discover that her father, distraught at the death of her mother and convinced Braelyn, too, had perished, had died of a broken heart. Again, she mourned the loss of love from her life. She vowed never to love another again, though she would keep true to Percivale's tenets of kindness, peace, the idea that all life is both equal and sacred. She lived by herself for years on the outskirts of the forest, tending to her own garden, making friends with animals and creating her own supply of medicinal draughts. Eventually, she grew lonesome and joined her community once more as the apothecary under the Head Healer. She now assists in any way possible to heal those that come into her care, though she prefers to deal with healing medicines and crystals.
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Miscellaneous:

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The only weapon Braelyn uses is that of her mind and womanly charm. Though she does carry a small blade with an oak handle which she uses for cutting plants. She would never draw this blade on another living thing, even for defense.
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She owns a cabin deep in the forest, though she rarely sleeps within the confines of its walls. She prefers to sleep in a hammock she crafted from moonflower vines so that she may count stars to fall asleep.
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She considers all animals of the forest to be her beloved pets, though she has a large python named Lady Amalthea and a fruit bat named Gwenyth that reside with her and when she is not working at the infirmary, are almost always with her.

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