Orveria Arventia, an Eladrin of 150 years, stands as a reluctant figurehead of her lineage, her lineage marked by nobility yet overshadowed by the burdens of leadership. Her appearance is that of a timeless beauty, with hair that shifts with the seasons—currently a cascade of autumn leaves—and eyes that reflect the tranquil depths of a forest pond. Her attire, a blend of her noble heritage and druidic life, consists of a finely woven robe adorned with intricate leaf patterns, paired with sturdy, practical boots that have tread many a woodland path. A circlet, symbolizing her royal blood, sits upon her brow, yet it is often hidden beneath the hood of her cloak when she travels among the common folk.

Born into the Arventia family, Orveria was never meant to rule. The second child of a second child, she watched from the sidelines as her kingdom suffered under the yoke of the Calostus clan, only to be liberated at a great cost—her aunt, the queen, fell victim to poison during a peace summit. With the throne unexpectedly thrust upon her when her sister abdicated to live a peaceful life with her half-elf husband, Orveria fled, driven by a fear of failing her people and a desire for the quiet life of a druid.

Her temperament is a curious blend of meekness and a quick temper, a reflection of the turmoil within. She finds solace in the study of nature, where her mistakes affect no one but herself. For the past five years, Orveria has wandered, offering her druidic skills to bands of travelers in need, seeking redemption and perhaps a way to reconcile her noble obligations with her personal desires.

Her journey is fraught with internal conflict—the struggle between duty and personal freedom, the fear of inadequacy, and the yearning for a life unburdened by the weight of a crown. Yet, in her travels, she has learned that leadership can take many forms, and perhaps her true path lies in guiding others through the wilderness, both literal and metaphorical, rather than ruling from a throne.