Travelling from lands far from these, No special powers, no magick other than a healing hand to that which grows in the forests. Her skills limited as she was sent from her home before she learned of all her abilities. An abandoned treehouse found in the Enchanted Woods claimed for her own, or at least it would be until someone might come along and tell her otherwise. Ti'andra travels to these lands after illness took her clan, leaving her alone and wondering if any others had survived, and if they did.... Where were they?
Ti'andra has arrived in this realm with nothing much more than the clothes she wore...a coin or two in her pocket, and of course dreams of something that might stir her heart and give her cause to come out of the trees she so loved.
She is simply Ti.
Shy, quiet, and frightened most of the time.
A small tree dweller, some skill with a dagger, enough to defend herself as long as her foe isn't too big....and has perhaps four legs...long ears, wiggly nose...aye, you get the picture.
Her advantage lies in her size, tiny enough to hide from view, agile enough to slip up into the canopy of the forest and simply...vanish.
Inky black tresses, often left to the the whim of the wind, and eyes as black as pitch, a twinkling smile often found on the heart shaped face of one most comfortable when alone or in the company of but a few close friends. Resting at the small of her back, a silvered tattoo. Three stars and a crescent moon, her past, present and future beneath the night skies. The symbol of her tribe long since passed.