TERROR

A petite elf with long, flowing white hair that often falls into her face, large green eyes, and pale skin. She wears oversized pale green robes that blend with nature and a crooked silver leaf-shaped pendant around her neck.

Willow is gentle and kind-hearted, often shy and self-conscious, but she possesses a deep desire to help others and make a difference in the world. Her awkwardness contrasts with her grace, and she is learning to embrace her uniqueness.

Willow Softwhisper was born deep within the serene and ancient forests of the Elvenwood, a secluded area known for its untouched beauty and tranquil atmosphere. As a child, she always felt a deep connection to the natural world around her, finding solace in the whispering of the leaves and the rustling of the winds. But there was one thing that set her apart from the other elves in her clan: her white hair. Unlike the usual shades of brown, blonde, or auburn common among her kin, Willow’s hair was a stark, luminous white from birth. Growing up in the Elvenwood, where beauty and grace were revered, Willow’s pale, silvery locks were the source of her insecurities. Though no one ever directly mocked her, she could always feel the eyes of others on her, as if her hair marked her as different. The other children would often stare at her, whispering among themselves, and while they never meant to hurt her, their curiosity made her feel like an outsider. To avoid their judgment, she spent most of her time alone in the woods, where she felt most at peace. As Willow grew older, her isolation became a source of both comfort and pain. She came to understand the ways of nature intimately, communing with the trees and animals in a way few elves could. She began to develop her healing abilities, finding joy in nurturing the plants and creatures around her. It was then that she also discovered a divine calling—a gentle whisper in her heart that urged her to bring the same healing to others. But her shyness and self-doubt prevented her from seeking out the rest of her people. She feared their judgment, especially since her gift wasn’t just a connection to the natural world—it was a divine power. She wasn’t just an elf living in the woods; she was also someone with a sacred duty to protect and heal. The weight of this calling, combined with her insecurities, led her to retreat even further, living as a hermit in a small, secluded grove far from the reach of her clan. In her hermit life, Willow found solace in the small things—the quiet rustle of leaves, the soft croak of frogs at night, and the distant calls of birds in the early morning. She lived in harmony with the forest, healing sick plants, animals, and the occasional wanderer who stumbled upon her retreat. She kept to herself, preferring the company of nature to that of other people, but her longing to do more never ceased. She felt, deep in her soul, that she was meant for something greater, something beyond the safety of her grove. Willow’s divine powers became stronger as she isolated herself. Her connection with her deity deepened, and the whispers of the world grew clearer. She knew she had the power to heal, to save, but she lacked the courage to step out of her self-imposed exile. She dreamed of helping others, of being part of something bigger than herself, but each time she considered leaving her grove, she was gripped by anxiety and doubt. What if I’m not good enough? What if they don’t want my help? What if I mess everything up? But fate had other plans. A chance encounter with a band of adventurers—lost and injured—changed everything. One fateful day, a group of travelers came to her grove, weary from a long journey and suffering from injuries. Despite her shyness, Willow felt a powerful urge to help them, but she hesitated, unsure of how to approach. For a long while, she watched from the shadows, too nervous to reveal herself. But when one of them collapsed in pain, she couldn’t bear it anymore. With a trembling heart, she emerged from her hiding place, barely managing to speak above a whisper as she offered her healing. Her hands shook as she cast Healing Word on one of the adventurers, her voice barely audible, but to her surprise, they thanked her with kindness and appreciation. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel rejected for being different. In fact, they were grateful for her help. The adventurers encouraged her to come with them, to join their journey, and at long last, she found the courage to leave her hermit life behind. Since joining the adventurers, Willow has been slowly learning to overcome her fears and doubts. She still blushes when she’s noticed, and her voice often trembles when she speaks, but she’s come to realize that her worth isn’t defined by her appearance or how much attention she draws. What matters is her heart, and her desire to help others.