the library.

: 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 , 𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠.

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IMPORTANT LORE THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT NEERA'S WORLD AND ROLE AS THE GUARDIAN/KEEPER OF THE FOREST.

to be the guardian of the verdant sanctum means to make sure its rules are followed and that the territory is always protected. be it from ill intentioned humans and other fantastical creatures. it is a big territory, hence why forest and not woods, and many different sorts of magical beings live in it. it is not a hereditary role and it does not work like human royalty. the spirits of the forest chose who is going to be its guardian. it can be a fae, pixie, centaur, or animal, just never a human. there's no rule as to who gets to become it. neera was chosen months after her mother, the previous keeper, disappeared.

neera makes sure everyone within the territory follow its rules. also, the library is of extreme importance. within it are prophecies, magical scrolls, books and registers of eons of generations. only she holds the key to it and controls who enters it. it is her most important role.

not all creatures are welcomed in the forest. mostly, because other divine habitants deemed it so. dragons, vampires, trolls and werewolves are not welcomed since they are feared by all within it. neera is against such law, though. she tries to reason it, but there is a tension between the creatures due to their beliefs.

neera is not allowed to hunt within the forest. she doesn't want, though, since she's vegetarian. but humans are allowed to come and hunt respectfully. if they take more than needed, then neera interfeers. usually by using the elements to scare them off. thus, the forest is deemed as "haunted" and "dangerous" and it is off limits to the town's legends and only outsiders usually ventur into it.

neera can't leave the forest for longer than 3 days. if she does, she becomes weaker and weaker and can eventually die. that's because she vowed with blood to protect it and the forest deems a new guardian only when the previous one died or breaks the bond through dark magic. what happened to tika (neera's mother) is a mystery, then, because she never returned home and neera refused to believe she's dead.

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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜? 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒.

this forest, known to its denizens as the verdant sanctum, sprawled over rolling hills and nestled in the embrace of towering mountains, its emerald canopy kissed by the sun’s golden rays and caressed by the moon’s silvery light.

the verdant sanctum is a place where magic thrived in every leaf and stone, a sanctuary where the elements danced in harmonious symphony. here, the trees were sentinels of time, their bark etched with the runes of forgotten eras, their branches whispering tales of yore. streams wove through the forest like veins of liquid crystal, their waters imbued with the laughter of nymphs and the secrets of the deep earth. hidden glades, where the grass shimmered with the dew of dawn’s first light, served as havens for the mystical beings that called this forest home.

within this enchanted domain, neera's cottage stood as a solitary beacon of rustic charm, its walls entwined with creeping ivy and adorned with the fragrant blossoms of wildflowers. the dwelling, though modest, exuded an aura of welcoming warmth, its hearth forever aglow with the flicker of enchanted flames. nearby, an ancient oak spread its boughs wide, its hollow trunk serving as the entrance to the hidden library — a repository of boundless knowledge and arcane power, guarded by spirits both mischievous and wise.

the inhabitants of the verdant sanctum were as diverse as the flora and fauna that flourished under its verdant canopy. pixies flitted through the air on iridescent wings, their laughter like the tinkling of silver bells. fairies, with their delicate forms and luminous auras, danced in moonlit clearings, weaving spells of protection and enchantment. majestic stags roamed the forest’s depths, their antlers crowned with the lichen of centuries, while wise old owls perched in the highest branches, their eyes reflecting the wisdom of the ages.

at the heart of this mystical realm, the elemental forces held sway. the wind was a capricious spirit, rustling leaves and bending branches to its will, whispering secrets to those who would listen. fire, both a source of warmth and a symbol of destruction, crackled with life, its flames a vibrant dance of red and gold. water flowed with a serene grace, nurturing the land and its creatures, while the earth, steadfast and enduring, cradled the forest in its ancient embrace.

MAIN INSPOS: THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, SNOW WHITE & THE HUNTSMAN, THE TWO TOWERS,

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name: neera (surname unknown)

age: 25 years old, currently. has younger & older verses available to explore childhood and older adulthood.

zodiac: cancer sun, libra rising, virgo moon.

morality: neutral good.

sexuality: bisexual, biromantic. has a preference for men.

race: human (half druid, unknown to her) .

abilities: magic through sign language, shamanic healing through herbs and teas, fighting skills through bow and arrow. her magic is mostly related to nature, such as manipulating the wind, which is her favorite.

languages: neera is deaf from birth, she doesn't speak nor hear. she can do lip reading but misses a few words if the person doesn't speak slowly. she can attempt to use magic to translate foreigners. she will never attempt to speak to their minds.

family: tika (mother), unknown father and possible half siblings or family.

in the heart of an ancient and verdant forest, where the air thrummed with the symphony of nature’s whispers and the dappled sunlight wove intricate patterns upon the forest floor, dwelled neera, a child of profound destiny and enigmatic origins. the bastard offspring of a noble lord and a fierce general, borne from a forbidden dalliance with tika, a shaman of the wilds, neera's birth was a clandestine secret, hidden beneath the canopy of emerald leaves and the twilight shadows.

from the moment she drew her first breath, neera was marked by fate’s peculiar hand. she was born without the gift of sound, her world an eternal silence. yet, in this silence, she discovered a language far older and more profound than that of men. she could sense the undulating rhythms of the earth, the hushed conversations of the wind, the vibrant whispers of the flames, and the gentle murmurs of the water. animals, too, spoke to her in their own subtle ways, and she, in turn, communicated with them, understanding their movements and intentions as clearly as if they were her own thoughts.

tika, her mother, was a shaman whose blood pulsed with the raw power of nature itself, and she nurtured neera’s innate abilities. sought by kings and queens for her vast knowledge of magic and shamanism, tika was a formidable figure. through fluid and graceful sign language, neera wove spells that harnessed the elemental forces, commanding the wind to dance, the fire to sing, the waters to embrace, and the earth to yield. her mother’s teachings were her guide, her solace, until one fateful day when tika ventured into the forest for the hunt and vanished, leaving neera to navigate the shadows of solitude.

alone in their secluded cottage, cradled by the towering trees and the secrets they whispered, neera’s path was revealed by the spirits of the forest. they summoned her, their ethereal voices mingling with the rustle of leaves and the babble of brooks, anointing her as the guardian of the forest and its ancient library. this library, an edifice of moss-covered stone and ivy-wreathed columns, housed scrolls and tomes of immense power and knowledge, watched over by mischievous pixies, luminous fairies, and sentient animals.

despite the companionship of the forest’s creatures, neera was profoundly lonely. her mother had instilled in her a deep mistrust of humans, teaching her to fear and hate men. unbeknownst to neera, her blood carried the legacy of nobility, for her father was the brother of a king. though she was the rightful heir, the forest was her true realm. she spent her days and nights protecting this sacred enclave from the incursions of mankind, wielding her bow with lethal precision, though the art of swordplay eluded her.

among her myriad gifts, neera possessed the ability to transform into a fox of deep orange hue, her eyes gleaming with wisdom and curiosity. in this form, she observed the world beyond the forest, a silent sentinel in the guise of a cunning predator. her heart, however, remained tethered to the memory of tika, a longing that neither time nor magic could assuage.

neera, the deaf enchantress, the guardian of the forest’s secrets, moved with a grace that belied her power, her very presence a testament to the harmony between humanity and nature. a skilled shaman in her own right, she chose never to mend her deafness, for in her silence, she found a connection to the world that was as profound and eternal as the forest itself.