Cypress Evelyn Finch

Origins
Cypress (cypress_finch) was born in an unknown forest somewhere in Eldham. They don't remember much beyond letting their goblin instincts guide them throughout their childhood, stealing trinkets, hording them, and living in various crevices and squatting in homes. They traveled across Eldham stealing trinkets often, learning on their own how to brew potions and, due to their habit of stealing trinkets, to fight. Fighting is in Cypress Finch's blood, learning their way around a variety of blades by the age of ten. Before then, they hoped biting people would be enough to drive them off. They had never been to a market stall until the age of 14, in which they sold a few of their home brewed potions to strangers in a town, before heading off on their own once more into the night. They enjoyed doing what they did, finding herbs and ingredients to make into potions to sell and to provide to others.

The Duel
Cypress held the letter in their hand, their head rushing at a thousand miles per minute, their heart aching while they waited. A knock rang through the hall. They weren't bluffing. Outside the door was a Kratalian solder, just as Whatgames, another Kratalian soldier, had warned Cypress about. Cypress waited a beat, then opened the door. All of their worries were instantly relieved. A glistening blue sword shone in the sun. Cypress knew this

was going to be easy. Standing on the porch of Moonhearth Hall, the two stared eachother down, preparing to fight. With a yell, Cypress dashed at Whatgames, kicking them down the stairs and onto the grass below. Descending on their prey, Cypress leaped from the staircase, slashing the Amanita Muscaria through the air, blue embers following it's path through the air, splitting the soldier's head from their shoulders. Cypress would take the sword and head from their body after burying it, placing them into the Hall for all to see.

The Assault of the Warhounds
Days after the duel on Cypress's doorstep, Whatgames had begun their all-out attack. The air was still. Dark clouds rolled in from the east. From atop te unfinished walls of Moonhearth Hall, Cypress spotted a kratalian soldier leading the Warhound army. In their hands layed strength and swiftness potions, ready to break at the army's feet. Cypress felt confident. Thunder strikes as rain begins to pour, soaking the warhounds and the kratalian soldier. From atop the walls, Cypress called out.''' '''   "You smell like a wet dog!" They laughed at the soldier's misfortune, watching them approach the hall. The soldier stops at the walls, dogs pulling on their leashes, threatening to drag the soldier to chase Cypress, snarling and barking at the half goblin above them. Cypress bounds across the walls, watching the soldier from above. A dog amazingly manages to scale the wall, but Cypress shuts down any hope of their attack and kicks them down into Moonhearth Hall down below. Cypress continues watching from above, clambering onto their own roof to watch the soldier round off to their door. Cypress blinks. Cypress smirks and leaps down onto the floor of the Hall, walking to their door, taking a deep breath, preparing the Amanita Muscaria, whose flames roar to life, and kicks open their own door, slamming into a dog and sending it off the stair case. Cypress makes a stab at the soldier, but dogs start forcing themselves into the Hall. Cypress manages to sweep at the dogs, sending the burning hounds off in every which way, filling the air with the smell of flesh, the light of the halls turning to a flickering orange. Cypress huffs, bite marks on their arms and legs. They rush down the soldier with the Amanita Muscaria, slamming their sword against their shield, having it bounce off. They kick out at the shield, putting distance between them and the soldier as they pull out their axe, but in their down time, the soldier stabs them with an axe of their own. Cypress wails out, slamming their blade into the shield, splitting it down the middle before throwing it and the axe aside to slash the soldier's head clean off with the Amanita Muscaria. The remaining dogs were exterminated after the attack.

The Moonhearth Massacre
As revenge for slaying their hounds and killing their soldiers, Whatgames sent a horde of Kratalians to pour over the hills behind Cypress's estate and drown out the fields, religiously attacking Moonhearth and destroying Cypress's defenses. The cheaply geared horde was cut down by Cypress, like a scythe to grass, the grim reaper to souls. The ebony black blade with licks of hellish ember slicing through the armor and flesh of the Kratalian horde. The Kratalians knew their onslaught was ineffective and needed to change. Climbing the flora by the Hall, they were able to hide in trees and tall Nether mushrooms to sneak into Moonhearth Hall. Cypress had taken the offensive position, hunting the Kratalian guerilla fighters with their bow and blade, taking them out as they were discovered. Eventually, back up arrived in the form of a neutral party and someone whom Cypress had recently convinced to help the Midjorisk people fight the squatter nation of Kratalia, finally stopping the scourge of the foul fighters.

Vidanmor Begins
Cypress was sick of the attacks. They'd go and beat down the door to Fort Moyye themself if they had to. As a matter of fact, they would. Cypress would walk down to their farm, getting in their boat and ride to Fort Moyye, almost crashing into the shore as they stepped from the boat. The made sure their armor was on securely before stomping over the moat, drowning out the overstimulating whir of saw blades below. She slammed on the door, almost punching Berg in the face as they opened it. She yelled at them and threatened them, spinning the firey blade in their hand with a great sense of bravado. Berg didn't respond with hatefulness however, instead, they attempted to educate Cypress on all the attempts that had been made for peace, and all that has been kept from her by Midjor. Cypress felt betrayed, they felt as if the people who were sheltering them and keeping them safe had lied and stabbed her in the back, using her as a pawn against Kratalia just because she could fight. She joined Kratalia after another attack on Moyye failed, the bumbling Midjorisk army failing yet again. In a fit of rage, Cypress abandoned the Midjorisk, announcing that she was going to join the Kratalians. As time went on, Cypress began to rise through the ranks, much to the chagrin of the Kratalian citizens, who suspected her of being a spy for Midjor. War was well on it's way, and Cypress had to act fast. She went to Berg to organize a peace meeting, and after putting in several good words for the Yorv of Midjor, Berg agreed. She sprinted down to the shore and jumped into their boat, rowing to Midjor and attempted to get the Yorv to agree to a peace meeting, which went off without a hitch. After a day of waiting anxiously with no words to them, Cypress finally was hit with the news that Kratalia and Midjor were merging into one new nation, Vidanmor, which was to be a celebration of both country's cultures.

Trivia
Cypress knows what poison ivy tastes like, she very much enjoys it. No, she won't tell you.

Cypress actively drinks blood, not in the mysterious vampiric way to gain eternal life, they just like the iron taste after hunting animals.

Cypress has sold "magic" dirt for 4 thousand dollars twice now.