Appearance

Specialized Equipment

Ravenhursts Stone: The closest I came to finding Ravenhurst was when I found a stone among his things. When I grabbed it with my left hand I could see the past, and while I couldn’t be seen among the people in my past, my voice could be faintly heard if I screamed loud enough. If I held it with my right hand, the future was visible, with the same conditions, only it caused me great pain to view it. I have kept it on my person for selfish need, a hope that it is a clue, and fear it may fall into the wrong hands.

Special abilities

Herbalism

Mentality

Personal history

I have lived as a hermit for 15 years, which is half of my life. I’m still pretty young for a halfling, you can ask anyone. I spend my time tricking travelers, healing strangers, talking to creatures of the forest, foraging for food, and tending to my own garden and various drinkable creations. I brew many things, from potions to mead, and sometimes sell them to those I deem worthy or in deep enough need. I heal occasionally. Local villages tell tales about me but none know where I live. I can tell by their faces if they are good or bad, and decide, and I allow them to find me while I see them coming from my perch in the trees.
 
Before, when I lived as a villager, I hid what I could do from almost all except my family and my friend. I trusted an older boy from the village. He brought be flowers and berries and talked of our future. I showed him some of my skill one day and he swore not to tell. My family insisted I not show off, but it was difficult not to use what I could do to right wrongs and cut down abusers. If their pants happen to split while publicly humiliating another, who could blame it on me? If drunks got too sleepy to beat their wives as they got home, how could I possibly be the cause? It felt right and it felt good.
 
One day, in the middle of some harmless high-jinks, an old man stopped me with his own talent. He was the only one I met who was like me. His name was Ravenhurst. I spent afternoons with him learning what I could, asking questions, advancing my magic. As my time with him increased, the boy I knew became jealous. He began spreading rumors about me that made other villagers scared. People stopped looking me in the eye. My family had fewer and fewer friends.
 
Before long I was the scapegoat for every bad thing that happened. Storms, death, disease, all attributed to my hand. Despite the healing I did and efforts I made to help, in their eyes I was their own local demon, and I had to be destroyed. One night I went to sleep in my bed, and hours later I woke up outside my village in the woods. I heard yells and taunts, and looked down from the hill to see my family house on fire. The villagers barricaded the doors and set my home ablaze with all of us inside. I did everything I could to put the fire out but I was too late. My guilt was palpable. I must have transported myself in my sleep away from the blaze. I abandoned my family to save myself, but I remembered nothing.
 
In my rage, people died. I still don’t know if the people I killed were guilty of the crime, or if they were merely bystanders. I know the boy was among the dead, and I was glad for it. His death was justifiable, as he likely lead the mob. It wasn’t until later I discovered that he told Ravenhurst of the plans to murder my family, and it was Ravenhurst that used his magic to move my body to a safe place. He chose not to move my family, stating it was their fate, and I was too valuable to be left to such a mortal outcome. He told me my connections to that world held me back. He decided my family should die, and in my eyes that made him as guilty as those who set the blaze. Before I could curse him he disappeared. I chased him into the woods all those years ago, and I haven’t left them since, in case he shows his face again.
 
I have spent years mourning the deaths of my family members, even the death of my friend who betrayed me. My magic was weak and nearly useless to me during this time. It was not until I found joy in small things that my magic began to strengthen. When I found laughter again, it flourished.
 
Regardless of the peace I’ve found, I still prefer to avoid people. People can’t be trusted. Not in groups anyways.

Mental Trauma

Experienced the loss of her family to a fire set by prejudiced villagers.

Morality & Philosophy

Greater Good: My gifts are meant to be shared with all, not used for my own benefit. (Good)

Known Languages

Common, Halfing, Elvish

Personality

Motivation

I'm still seeking the enlightenment I pursued in my seclusion, and it still eludes me.

Vices & Personality flaws

I let my need to win arguments overshadow friendships and harmony.

Personality Quirks

I often get lost in my own thoughts and contemplation, becoming oblivious to my surroundings.

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