Dryad Ranger

This forest-born sharpshooter looks like she grew out of an oak tree, took one look at civilization, and said, “Hard pass.” Her form blends elegant dryad features with the practical gear of a seasoned ranger. Bark-textured skin flows into layered leaf armor, and her cloak appears to be made of living foliage that subtly changes with the seasons (or her mood).

Her long hair trails behind her in vine-like strands, woven with feathers, twigs, and the occasional tiny flower that blooms purely for dramatic effect. A carved wooden bow rests in her grip, its limbs shaped from polished branches, the string drawn back with the calm focus of someone who has never missed — and never needed a second warning shot.

A quiver of thorn-tipped arrows hangs at her back, fletched with leaves instead of feathers. Roots curl lightly around her boots, not to hold her in place, but to give her a quiet boost forward — the forest itself helping her line up the perfect shot.

Her expression is cool, alert, and just a little tired of humanoids asking, “Are you, like… a tree elf?”