[Worm]

Laurel Quercus

Name: Laurel Quercus
Race: Dryad
Abilities: Can regenerate limbs and heal the wounded, highly empathic though quite apathetic outwardly
Bio: Laurel was grown into a happy family with three parents, as normal. He was raised on the outskirts of the elf city as a sapling. He watched the whole thing happen. The city grew and grew and grew. And so did he. Before long he was nine feet high, and the city had passed his seeding grounds. The elves were always sure to accumulate plenty of space for greenery. And they were gentle in the way they expanded. Perhaps that was why they hadn't had war in so long. In some ways, Laurel respected them. Though his face was scarred with the memories of dead religion.

When the fires began, he didn't think that the elves were capable of such brutal annihilation of his people. This began fueling a hatred of humans. They were wasteful, spiteful, destructive beings. While most treefolk were incapable of feeling deeply, Laurel was enraged. His seeding grounds were left sparse and scarred. His roots became hollow, his mind loose. So Laurel left his family, as they were pressed to the very edges of the map. He intended to speak to the council and make an important deal with them. However, he was instantly turned away. Treefolk apparently do not have much say within the inner city... Time for Laurel to take things into his own twigs.

Askal Dakath

Name: Askal Dakath
Race: Elf
Abilities: Political leverage, money out the wazoo, botanist/druglord, charisma
Bio: The first and only son of the head council member, Myantha Dakath. Askal always knew that he could run the city-state with both hands tied behind his back. And for some time, he was tied and bound. After all, he tried to kill his mother on several occasions and was suspected by many for the mysterious death of his father, Luvon. You see, Askal was born to raise Kath Iten from the degenerate state it was in. He had divine power in each of his fingers and he wasn't about to let his senile mother ruin it. She was a pushover, easy to persuade.

Askal knew the truth about orcs, dwarves and dryad, and he had no sympathy for any of them. Elves earned their place on earth, humans only scraped by as pets. It was up to him to put things back into their celestial order. With one drop of Roki Seed Oil, Myantha would be dead. And Askal, as the current army general, would take his seat in the council. And with enough Demon Ash, he could easily brainwash the rest of them. Making this entirely too easy for him and his personal garden.