Aella

A rustling of leaves in a still forest. A quiet whisper of a breeze when the wind doesn't blow. A flash of faded green vaguely seen moving through the forest. This is likely the most you will ever see of Aella. She is as stealthy as a panther, as crafty as a fox. The forest is her home, her territory. She lives there with the woodland creatures and her own witchcraft supplies. Aella is a master of potion making, of alchemy and spells. Don't stereotype her, though, she is far from the grumpy old hermit of folktales. She is a young spiral in her prime, and quite social. She only lives alone to concentrate on her trade.

Sometimes, though, her ideas get...twisted. She isn't sure how, or why, but the end up going wrong. She hates it when this happens, hates being the cause. Yet she can't bring herself to stop her passion, her work, her life. Even if it means no one around her is ever really safe...