Dryad Sorceress

This spell-slinging forest diva looks like a dryad who absorbed so much raw nature magic that the trees now ask her for advice. Her form is elegant and willowy, with smooth bark-textured skin glowing faintly with green and gold arcane energy pulsing just beneath the surface.

Her hair flows upward in leafy tendrils as if caught in a constant magical breeze, threaded with blossoms that bloom and wilt in slow cycles. Vines coil around her arms and waist like living jewelry, occasionally twitching as if they have opinions about spell selection.

One hand is raised, swirling with a knot of glowing pollen, floating petals, and crackling emerald energy — clearly moments away from turning someone into fertilizer. The other rests lightly on a twisted wooden focus staff that looks grown rather than carved, its tip sprouting fresh leaves mid-battle like it’s multitasking.

Her expression is calm, serene… and mildly distracted, like she’s simultaneously casting a spell, photosynthesizing, and judging the party’s life choices.

Roots curl from beneath her feet, not anchoring her, but lifting her slightly above the ground in a subtle, magical hover — because walking is for non-legendary beings.