I CANT DECIDE!!!!! (mid school dnd char)

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1. Name: Oli Fernwhistle Race: Haregon Class: Ranger Pronouns: She/They Familiar: Snapplefox, a delicate vine-fox spirit that trails blossoms and calm. Backstory: Oli Fernwhistle was born under the dappled canopy of the Verdant Glens, a hidden forest where the wind hums lullabies through the trees and the moon paints silver paths in the undergrowth. Raised by a wandering herbalist grandmother who taught her the language of petals, pawprints, and hidden roots, Oli quickly learned that nature held more secrets than any book. As a child, Oli would follow the rustling trails left by woodland spirits. One such trail led her deep into the Grove of Blossoming Echoes, a place few dared enter. There, after saving a tangled vine-creature from a thorn trap, she was gifted a seedling—a Snapplefox cub, formed of living vines and blooming fruit. They’ve been inseparable ever since. Oli wears a carrot-shaped pendant carved from riverstone—a memento from her grandmother, said to protect travelers and help lost ones find their path again. Her bow, fashioned from a living branch given freely by an ancient tree spirit, hums gently when drawn in defense of the forest. Though soft-spoken, Oli has a fierce sense of justice and empathy for creatures out of place. She’s set out from the Verdant Glens not for conquest or coin, but to track the scars of something unnatural creeping into once-pure lands—cursed growths, silent woods, and creatures twisted from harmony. She follows rumors, dreams, and whispers on the wind. 2. NAME: Lyka. Tabaxi warlock, Deity is Selune, Goddess of Navigation, Stars and moon. She got her Sphinx of Wonder familliar from her! (Constallations on dress glow when using her powers!) !!SHE DOES NOT HAVE A CROP TOP!! Lyka's Backstory: "The Moon’s Abandoned" Lyka was born under a broken moon—literally. The night of her birth, a rare celestial event fractured the light of Selûne into jagged beams across the sky. The Tabaxi clan that raised her, superstitious and steeped in omens, saw her heterochromia and strange quiet as ill-fated. She was the “eclipse-born,” they whispered. A child of torn moons and twisted roads. By the time she was thirteen, she was left behind during a migration—no accident. Left with only a cracked silver pendant and the sky. She wandered, a castoff beneath the stars, finding solace only in ancient stories, constellations, and the feeling that something above was watching her back. Years later, when she lay half-frozen beneath a weeping willow that only bloomed at night, she heard a voice—not loud, not frightening. A whisper like silk: "You are not cast off. You are cast forward." The branches of the tree bloomed stars that night, and Selûne herself made the pact. From that moment on, Lyka’s power became an echo of the cosmos. Her familiar, Eclipse, manifested first as a swirl of stardust on her cloak, then as a Sphinx of Wonder bound to her spirit. Now, she walks the world as a reluctant omen. Still quiet. Still doubted. But destined. She doesn't seek vengeance on those who left her—she simply seeks to outshine the shadow they believed she’d become. Drift, little wanderer, far from the flame, Past cloud-kissed towers and stars without name. Moon will be lantern, the wind sings your trail, Sleep on the silver that dreams never pale. Hush, child of shadow, hush, heart of night, Selûne shall hold you in silvery light. No claw may find you, no fear ever stay— The sky knows your true name and watches always.