5’8". Wavy gingerbread hair that falls just past her shoulders, and kept in a ponytail. Slightly tanned skin, with freckles peppering shoulders and cheeks. Hands are calloused and often there is dirt under her nails, and the smell of turned earth seems to follow her. Winding up her right arm like a serpent, is a series of of sigils, runes, pictorgrams, and script of various religions…all of which display a theme of spirts and earth, though she usually keeps it hidden under her sleeve.
Terra’s Escape: Once a small nature preserve a few miles outside the city limits, cuts in budget and lack of caring have left Greenwood Heights unclaimed…and untamed again. Terra took to venturing out through the wilds there when she returned to the city after her awakening. She has taken to listening to the streams babbling and gurgling as if it were the voice of the forest. Letting her hands run through the dirt that becomes fertile with each cycle of unchecked vegetation. And she looks with other sight, to learn the spirits and the land. She faces her fears here. Of isolation. Of relying on herself. And she practices her growing magic…treating the land as a mentor more than a canvas…much like the stories she has read of old druidic beliefs. It’s only ten square miles, roughly…but it’s enough to get away. And to see things differently.
