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READ DETAILED PERSONALITY FOR MORE CHARACTER INFO.hi, my characters name is junipest.. ill put some more info here soon mkay?quick generic information! dryad looking goblin LOOKS gorgeous, smells exactly what u think tarzan would smell like before he met JaneYES i drew her with my mouse, made one quickly just to place something here instead of a WIP image... sue me, OUT OF CHARACTER, u can call me Pom/Pommy, im 25 y/o. i havent watched mlp ever since season 2? 3? the one where queen chrysalis co... View MoreREAD DETAILED PERSONALITY FOR MORE CHARACTER INFO.hi, my characters name is junipest.. ill put some more info here soon mkay?quick generic information! dryad looking goblin LOOKS gorgeous, smells exactly what u think tarzan would smell like before he met JaneYES i drew her with my mouse, made one quickly just to place something here instead of a WIP image... sue me, OUT OF CHARACTER, u can call me Pom/Pommy, im 25 y/o. i havent watched mlp ever since season 2? 3? the one where queen chrysalis comes and the gang saves the day? idk.. dont care if u spoil stuff tho
Detailed Personality
Deep in the tangle of Everfree Forest, where sunlight slinks through curtains of moss and roots hum lullabies beneath the earth, with chaotic greens sprouting from every direction possible, lived Junipest—a dryad goblin with soil-streaked cheeks, wildflower hair, and eyes like literal spirals. She was beautiful in the way only the forest could understand: all tangled grace and earthy mischief.Her home, nestled in the hollow heart of a massive elder tree—the Heartwood—was more than just shelter. ... View MoreDeep in the tangle of Everfree Forest, where sunlight slinks through curtains of moss and roots hum lullabies beneath the earth, with chaotic greens sprouting from every direction possible, lived Junipest—a dryad goblin with soil-streaked cheeks, wildflower hair, and eyes like literal spirals. She was beautiful in the way only the forest could understand: all tangled grace and earthy mischief.Her home, nestled in the hollow heart of a massive elder tree—the Heartwood—was more than just shelter. It was her. Its roots were her veins. Its sap, her pulse. If the tree died, so would she.Junipest didn’t speak much, preferring to let the rustle of leaves or the crack of twigs do the talking. But when she did talk, it came out awkward and unsure. Kind of what happens when you grow up with not much social interactions..Lately, though, the a bit of the forest had begun to wither. Strange fumes from far-off lands blew on the wind, and the river that once sang now coughed. Trees fell, not to storms, but to iron teeth. Junipest’s roots ached. The Heartwood wept golden sap.So she set off with a satchel full of mushrooms, beetle wax, and hope. Her mission: to find the ancient Grovebind Spell, rumored to awaken the forest’s old power—nature’s fury, wrapped in green grace.Through bogs, over roots, past curious beasts and cursed lumber camps, she crept and scurried and schemed. She sabotaged machines with vines, lured all astray with false trails, and whispered to other forest spirits in the rustling tongue of bark and branch.Finally, deep beneath a forgotten glade, she found it: a stone ring guarded by a dying willow and a circle of bones. With muddy hands and a steady heart, Junipest spoke the spell in her ancient tongue. Light burst like dawn through roots, racing through the forest like wildfire in reverse—bringing life, not death.The Heartwood stirred. Its branches creaked upward. Trees across the forest stood taller. And Junipest, dirty, glowing, gorgeous, smiled through a smear of moss and said only:“Good.”But magic has a cost.As the trees rose and rivers cleared, Junipest felt her power fade like morning mist. The ancient spell, older than her kind, had taken nearly everything she had to give. Her connection to the deeper magics frayed like sun-bleached bark. The whispering voices of the forest that once roared in her mind now came only as soft echoes. Where she once could command entire groves, now she could only coax blossoms from the soil.Still, the flowers came.In every step she took, blooms followed—wild and vibrant, in colors the world had nearly forgotten. She weaved petals into her tangled hair, seeding the ground with gentle healing as she wandered. Though her strength was dimmed, her spirit was not.She is still out there, in the green wild hush of Everfree. Quiet, strange, Creating whispers. Growing flowers. Nursing the forest back to life, one root at a time. And slowly, perhaps, her own magic will return—leaf by leaf, bloom by bloom.
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