The smell of an oak forest after a rainstorm might be comparable to the scent of this dryad, a delicately earthy creature with soft, pale green skin marked with intricate patterns of intertwined tattoos coloured red and dark green.  Her hair is brown, nearly silken to the touch except for a leafy feel to it that almost feels damp.

She moves through the city in an oddly secretive manner.  Oddly because, rather than simply having two normal legs, the body of this woodland nymph is not entirely symmetrical.  Her right leg, the more human-looking of the two, has the same soft skin as most other humanoids, but the shape of her foot is arched upward so that the skin and bone appear to correspond almost with the shape of a high heeled shoe.  Her left leg, meanwhile, is a different matter, appearing to be a strange fusion of flesh and wood.  Her foot and lower leg make a clump of oak that is twisted but delicately carved, with ornate markings scratched into it.  Only when it reaches halfway up her thigh does her skin protrude once again.  When she walks, each footfall makes a different sound, though she somehow manages to retain her grace despite the disparity.

There are a handful of other parts of her body where tree-like protrusions are visible, for instance the entire length of her right arm, which while shaped like a human's arm is, like her leg, knotted with wooden twine right the way to her fingertips.  It can move more or less like her other arm, which is instead merely tattooed, albeit ever so slightly slower.  It is also, one might discover, considerably stronger.  Further she has a thick, also oaky vine that protrudes from the base of her spine rather like a tail, which is usually seen curled around her waist like a natural grown belt.  Occasionally it can be seen moving, however, and it appears that she has control over it.

This dryad is never seen wearing clothes.  She would look even stranger if she did; instead, natural as the forests to which she belongs, the girl allows her body to remain fully on display, so that the generous swell of her heavily tattooed breasts is fully visible, as is the delicate little slit between her legs, decorated by a mossy green thatch just above it.  Like many of her kin she has a beautiful, quite elfin appearance, not just in the slenderness of her figure but in the curve of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks, and the inviting softness of her quite large lips.  Her face would almost have the look of an especially pretty human woman in her early twenties, young and playful.

In truth Elysia is not, however, from the forest.  She was born in Sinifer itself, in a plot of land where a ruined building lies overgrown and secretive.  She does not know whether or not she was conceived by two parents at any point, but she does know that some part of her gestation was in the ground, where was at one time planted.  Being a hamadryad, she is not simply a nymph but part tree, and so can plant herself in the ground for long periods of time, to rest and to sustain herself, and so spent a great many years in the overgrown plot of land in the city, sometimes befriending visitors on the rare occasion that they came to her.

More to the point, however, she learned a certain attitude peculiar to this city.  Elysia is not an evil creature, and can behave with fierce loyalty when she feels the need.  She is usually comported with gentleness and grace.  However, she is also given over to the occasional lusty urge of cruelty, and has at times, disguised more fully as a tree, ensnared unsuspecting individuals.  Vines have caught people leaning against a particularly well-shaped tree, wrapped around them, and led to a sweet and often lengthy molestation designed to give pleasure to the victim even as they are temporarily robbed of their freedom and their dignity.  

Elysia also, from time to time, produces small and delicious fruit, which if consumed can create strong feelings of both arousal and of loyalty - not overpowering loyalty, simply an unconscious urge to protect this tree.  Sometimes this can backfire for Elysia; if she is resting and her fruit is snatched from her body before she can protest, sometimes the emotions it can produce are a different sort of protectiveness, more akin to an urge to preserve and control, to dominate.  While surely gifted with some measure of magical power, Elysia has on more than one occasion mistakenly lowered her guard and been held captive for her fruit or her sex, or both.  However, being a lifelong resident of Sinifer, quite literally part of the landscape, it is hardly unusual that she would enjoy such occasions.

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Elysia is a switch, though I slightly prefer playing sub.  Lights below include sub and dom roles, but keep my preference in mind!

Reds: Fire, axes, pesticides (and other Monsanto products), scat, pee (I know, she's a tree, but let's not take the joke too far eh?), violent rape, childish characters, one-line typing

Yellows: Permanent slavery, pregnancy, body modification, vanilla sex, bestiality

Greens: Anal, multiple penetrations, kidnap, bondage, seduction, corruption, spanking, forced orgasm, forced prostitution, huge insertions, the right amount of sunshine and rain

Whites: Snakes, arachnids, demons, tentacles, ovipositors, heavy bondage, cum inflation, shemales, having her fruit stolen (although she has already lost her cherry, har har har)

Tell friendly!  As long as your tell is friendly.  Or standoffish but with some measure of wit.  Any and all horticultural puns welcome, especially sexual ones, but not including ones related to ploughing, because come on people, that's way too easy.