Mordica

Old stories tell of a maiden chosen by the gods to take on an important task. A young fawn with devotion strong, she gave herself to the gods, molded and rebirthed as a great beast of beauty and strength. there she was tasked to guard the forests of the Fey-wilds against anything that would do it harm.
A guardian of the forest, cleanse and hunt any corrupted souls who may wander too far.
As with any being; who's duty was to fight corruption they too will be corrupted, Mordica a beast of beauty turned vile, etched with veins of sickness and corruption, mutated and warped beyond memory.

Mordica is a quiet creature letting music fill her aura rather than words. Old music with the sounds of wood and stone. With lessons from her Mother she has learned to play the violin.
Her mind is filled with conversations while the forest sings peacefully with wind and life.

She is a loved daughter of Annabell Welington, Once leader of Oxtrad. Despite her monstrous appearance Mordica's mother says, nay, Commands that she is a beautifully amazing creature. The life she has may not be the one desired but its hers and Mordica mus make it her own.

Daughter to Dragon and Fey, Mordica is a unique child, taught as Half-Breed or Cross-Breed by the other fey of the Fey-Wilds.
Mordica lives in the Dark forrests of the Fey-Wilds mostly alone. Her mother visits her every month to make sure she is doing okay. her father less frequently visits.

She stalks the boundaries of the wilds, where the dark forest grows thick. taking the life of any intruder or stray. Appearing as a helpless lost child carrying a lantern to lure unsuspecting prey close.
All fey and other citizens of the wilds know to stay well away from the Lost child in the woods. but adventures and their like none the wiser, swiftly dispatched by the stalker of the wilds.

Mordica lives an isolated life far from other societies. a lonely life but with the help of her Mother she makes it her own.

Bond with Mother

The Fey-Wilds War
King Magnus was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. The trees ever speaking of his iron rule over the “Thorn Throne.” The war that took place between the two nations was mostly ignored by me and the trees, Those soldiers who braved my Dark woods never saw the light again. It took everyone by surprise when the instigators were in-fact Magnus's children, A twist the trees never seem to tire of. No the Throne remains empty with no one strong enough to claim it. Mother says that style of hierarchy is very similar to her home land, Who ever would take the throne will lead the nation down a road of prosperity or twisted revenge, as she once did.“