I am a half-human and half-dryad female with brown hair and green eyes. I was born on Bel-Tine, the night the Dryads dance beneath The Sacred Tree. When I was 11 I was whisked away to another dimension by imps following the directions left by my mother. They raised me and taught me the Ways of the Dryads as well as many other skills. My mother was cut down and my father disappeared during my long absence.
Twenty years later I was returned to this plane and I discovered that my beloved younger brother, Majes, had jumped into the vortex gate after me just before it shut. I have since found him but the journey left him warped in some way, aging him horribly.
I wear an Opal-Drop necklace, a gift left with the imps by my mother, presented to me upon the completion of my studies. I carry The Staff of Storms, a gift from my maternal grandmother whom I was able to find upon my return. I also posses a silver katana given to me by the special man in my life, Faded Glory.
I have pledged my allegiance and my abilities as a healer to MadamSkye, Queen of the Dusk Dwellers clan.
I follow Brigid, the Celtic Fire Goddess of Healing, Poetry, Smithcraft and Inspiration
I suffered the death of Majes my brother and kidnapping of FadedGlory, my fiancee all at once!
Majes was feeling suicidal, depressed by his great age and requested his life be taken by a fellow clan member. I recieved several items from his will.....many of which I passed on....A Belt of images a gift he recieved from RedDragon, A Ronuk stone from his wife specialgem, The Sword of Storms (forged by Illdryss) I gave to his stepson Jamas and I returned the long inslaved Imps to Tel'aran'aree, the plane from which they came and where I was taken for my training.
Faded was kidnapped by Lip_Runner...Madam recieved a message he sent which she passed on to me....I looked and looked along with the help of Ryan Rage. I fear Ryan may have fallen in his search as he possessed the Book of Light that Lip so desparetely wants and I have lost track of him. Rest in Peace my true and faithful friend.
I attended my first wedding for my trainer and friend Goldie, a second one for Silent and Sage and threw Goldie a baby shower...growing more and more lonely.
After weeks of getting nowhere and feeling quite desparate, I made a retreat. Throwing my self into studies I quickly learned and was promoted to Head Healer by MadamSkye.....and some how the most popular bacholorette in Tyran as well! The unwanted and often rude offers drove me further into seclusion and to questing in DarkCove. This proved to be a blessing and a curse.
The quests allowed me to forget my worries awhile but a sudden proposaal of marriage from a virtual stranger sent me into shock.
Desparately clinging to my faith in Faded's return, I awkwardly tried to explain and fled back to the tomb.
Trying to stay busy I searched for Galvin to further my education. and found the magick guild has been disbanned.
I continued to do research on my own digging deeply into the libraries of Tyran as well as ones in other realms.
I took a Warder....LordTemplar....after finding myself challanged on several occassions. Unable to fight I used the all but forgotten practice of binding a protector using the magick of the One Power. Thru this bond he recieves intensified natural healing abilities as well as the ability to go without rest or nourishment for extended periods of time. If one of us perishes the other one will instantly be aware of the fact. LordTemplar quickly became my almost constant companion and best friend.
Then one night in the tomb I found myself looking into the eyes of the man I love (whom I had secretly continued to hope beyond hope that he would return.) After reviving from my swoon he told me how Madam had finally found him after discovering he was her long lost brother. Now known as DarkGlory he re-proposed and I gladly accepted. Shortly thereafter he and Madam had a tiff and he left the DuskDwellers then got himself killed. I discovered that in truth he was not dead but had disappeared again. I was so upset and frustrated I decided take a vacation.
Shy goes home
I opened a portal and traveled to Tel'aran'aree hoping to find some serenity with the imps I studied with and the plane I had grown up in. While I was there I gathered some fresh items for my apothecary and harvested many ripe moonstones. I also had some specticals made by my favorite imp, Kundy, as I have found my vision a bit clouded as of late.
Having returned with a new perspective on life I am now ready to face the challanges of Tyran once again
Lately Tyran has experienced several plagues including the Bubonic Plague and Anthrax. I have been very busy working with other healers and magick users such as DarkSoul, Elvin Le-Meur and Kubira of Dk to discovers cures for these terrible ailments. A drought has also come to the land so I dug my Staff of Storms out of my wardrobe and managed to find the Sword of Storms with the help of RedDragon (having found that Jamas pershed awhile back). With the help of DarkSoul I have managed to decipher the runes carved on the Staff and Sword handle. I feel confident I will master the use of my Staff soon.
One day out of the blue, MadamSkye promoted me to High Council Speaker for the Healers. I have named DreamsChld as my successor for Head Healer. I will continue to hold my weekly healing training sessions as well as learn what my new duties are.
Shy Loses Her Memory
While celebrating several promotions and new Warders in the pub one night I suddenly found myself disoriented. Stumbling back to the tomb clutching my head I collapsed to the floor unconscious. Having been awakened by a kindly gentleman, FireDrgn, I found herself surrounded by concerned but unfamiliar faces.
Slowly, with the help of my Warder bond with Templar I began to remember my friends and family. After a week of horrid headaches and only minimal success at remembering, Sage Llen used his Orb of Life from Grom and the last of my memories came flooding back. I realized that Balik had tried to remove only the memories of DarkGlory but I had resisted and therefore lost all memory. I have since forgiven Balik after learning that he was only trying to relieve my suffering.
My memories of DarkGlory never fully returned and they remain only a shadow. Never finding this wonderful man described in the letters I found in my desk addressed from him I slowly gave up hope of ever seeing him again and became very lonely indeed. Several weeks later I ran into my old friend Ryan. It was a joyful reunion but shortlived as he told me he is not long for this world.
Shy Loses her Warder
I felt a wrenching inside and knew instantly that LordTemplar, my Warder, had died in the arena. Rushing to the Arena I found him laying on the ground covered with blood. I wept openly as I went to him, knowing in my heart it was too late. The hole left in my soul will remain forever. I quickly took a new Warder, my dear friend Syyko.
This helped alleviate some of the pain but I know I will miss Templar forever.
Shy's First Magick Item
After months of research I was able to design and create my first magickal item. With the help of DarkSoul, Rhiannon and The God of Magick, Krendelstryk I made an Oath Rod designed to bind an oath permanently to the person who speaks the oath. Unfortunately the process was a terrible strain on my system, I developed a rash and spent three days in bed while a fever raged through my brain. Once the fever broke I found that I had aged approximately eight years making me 39 now. The rash lingered for several weeks before it finally faded leaving my ivory skin faintly blemished.