Name: Cytheria Raybeam
Subrace (if applicable): Sunelf
Deity (if devoted): NA
Domains (if cleric): NA
Biography and Description:
Cytherea is uncertain where she was born. She assumes that both her parents died somewhere between Heather's Glade and Raylynn on the continent of Dregar. For whatever reason, Cytheria survived and had but one scratch on her cheek. She was found by an elven diplomat and taken to Voltrex, and grew up in the Ulam forest.
Though she is a sun elf, she was practically raised by wood elves. Most of the time, she stayed in the Ulam forest and had a close relationship with nature. Just like the wood elves, she believed that she must protect and defend the forest. Cytherea always had an interest in lore and art- likely because of her sun elf heritage. On occasions, she would travel to Sadinia, and there, she took advantage of learning about other culture's lore/art and developed close ties with various sailors.
Starting around age 40, she began to realize that animals had a tendency to be attracted to her. Wherever she slept, birds built nests nearby, and deer would rest. The wood elves helped build Cytherea's relationship with nature, which led her to decide she wanted to become a druid.
A few years after turning 100, a momma bear passed away giving birth, and the father was nowhere to be found. She took in a bear cub and with the help of the other wood elves, she took care of it. The two of them were inseparable until the bear passed away of old age at 25. When that happened, Cytherea decided she needed a change of scenery and sought answers about her past.
She left the Ulam forest on good terms and decided to go to Dregar- in hopes to find something that would be useful. As she leaves Voltrex nerves hit, and the moment she lands, she instantly saught an animal companion.
Cytherea looked over the side of the ship into the reflective water. Her copper skin gleamed off the ocean as the sun hit it just right. Long black hair whipped around in the wind, and she noticed the scar on her cheek from when she was a baby. She shrugged the thought off and realized that a fish swam alongside the boat, attempting to look at her. Cytherea smiled at it and leaned closer. The fish suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over it, and Cytherea began to walk towards the front of the ship.
"I want to thank you again for taking a detour on your vacation." Cytherea's voice was soft and beautiful, but her kind nature was apparent.
"It is not a problem at all! Every time that you visited Sadinia, you always made sure to visit me, and this will likely be the last time I get to see you." The elderly elven male had a deep voice, and his confidence in sailing at sea was quite apparent. He hadn't even noticed that he practically told her that she would likely die. "Dregar is a dangerous place and very different from what you are used to. Elves will be rare in comparison, and the land will be different. Do you still have the wooden weapon I gave you?"
Cytherea pulled out her weapon and moved it in a figure-eight motion "Yes, though I've never had to use a weapon, so I'm not sure I will be great in a fight. I truly appreciate that you took into account my druid nature."
"Well, it seems to be too late to teach you now. We will be arriving on Degar soon." The sailor pointed towards the horizon, and land could be seen. "Go on, gather your stuff, and know that I will be praying to the gods that you will be safe. I wish you luck in finding what you are looking for, and I hope you manage to protect nature as well. Good luck Cytherea."
I understand and agree to the objectives of being a druid in Layonara. I understand and agree to the rules of achieving these objectives. I understand the internal organizational structure of the druids.