|Background: Kelly Greene danced
nude across the forest glade, her hips swaying to a song none but she heard,
the songs of nature. Birds sang, the wind whistle through the leaves,
the nearby brook ripped over the smooth stones of its bed. All was
peaceful, perfect, almost. In the brush two orcs watched, their eyes
taking in the fair, soft skin of the girl. Both had one thing on
their minds and they rushed from hiding, to ravish this lone girl and then
roast her for dinner.
When a tall, dark figure appeared from nowhere, the two villains crashing into his chest, causing him to barely move. Angered they looked up into the face of the black haired man and saw death peering back at them through jade green eyes. Two strokes of the katana later, the orcs lay in a heap, their fouled blood desecrating the hallowed ground of the forest. The girl never heard a sound.
Nearly an hour later the girl came back to the real world and was startled to find the man sitting beside a great oak, his back against the bole, sound asleep. Moving with the swiftness of the deer of the wood, she took up her druid staff and stood over the man, the butt of the staff against his throat. He woke instantly, a hand gripping the wood before his eyes opened. With a twitch of powerful muscles he ripped the girl's weapon from her hands then smiled up at her.
"I am sorry to disturb your dance," he said in Sindarin. "But I was very tired."
Beyond him lay the corpses of the two orcs and her eyes widened at the sight. He used the staff to help himself rise, his body stiff from his sleep, then handed the staff back to the girl.
"Forgive me," he said, turning toward the forest.
"Who are you?" she called to his broad back.
He turned and regarded her for a moment.
"I have no idea."
It took four years for him to remember, to recall who and what he was. During that four years he traveled with Kelly, protected her, learned from her and loved her like a brother. She was to him something he missed, his two sisters. And he was to her something she had never had, family. He took the name Fletch Walker and though he now knows he is Ghost Archer, to Kelly he will always be Fletch.
Quote: "Nature is stronger."
Personality: Kelly is fey, that's the only word for it. She is airy, light, sweet, gentle, other worldly. She dances often in the forest, her personal music calling and directing her movements. Animals of all kinds come to her for help as well as just for play. She can be as quiet as the growing flowers, as still as a windless meadow or as hectic as a hive of ants. Kelly changes with the season, warm in the summer, cold in the winter, gloomy in the fall and bright and happy in the spring. She is many things and yet, unique.
Powers/Tactics: Druid magic is of Nature and Kelly uses it only if necessary. She is one with her world and regrets using spells that call for Nature to be damaged, but does not hesitate. Preferring to avoid combat, she will use her skills and powers to slip off quietly.
Appearance: Kelly is almost elvish, slim, actually slight, with the long legs of a newborn foal. She is tall, 5'10" but very light, only 115 pounds. Her hair changes with the seasons, beautiful sable brown in the summer, russet red in the fall, the palest white in the winter and golden blonde in the spring. Even her eyes change with the seasons, hazel in the summer, chocolate brown in the fall, pale icy blue in the winter and brilliant green in the spring. She dresses in greens and mottle, allowing her to blend into the forest with ease.