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Name: Her Majesty, the great woodland spirit of the Botanic Gardens, eternal is her reign, infinite is her wisdom, generose are her gifts of nuts to the squirrels etc.
Nickname: [s]groot[/s] Hazel
Age: 232, which is very young for her kind 
Race: Dryad/nature spirit

Personality
Likes
[color=green]✓[/color] Sustainable forestry
[color=green]✓[/color] Books
[color=green]✓[/color] All these interesting things the human have made
[color=green]✓[/color] Gardens

Dislikes
[color=red]✗[/color] Fire
[color=red]✗[/color] Being wasteful
[color=red]✗[/color] The spirit of the local woods: they are a stuck up old jerk.

Bio/History
She is effectively the anthropomorphic personification of the local Botanic Gardens, having existed there since it was founded over 200 years ago. Thus she owes her existence to humans so, unlike most forest spirits, rather than being seeing them as destructive pests she has seen how many of them diligently look after her subjects, going to great lengths to study and preserve them, partially for research purposes but also simply out of an appreciation of the beauty of nature. The constant exposure to humans has lead to a quiet fascination with them, it was a great day whenever any of them forgot some book, or more recently laptop, and she would eagerly peruse and absorb all the information she could about the odd creatures before they or some gardener came looking for the lost item.

Unfortunately humans are easily spooked, so after the first few attempts at communication in the 1800 had resulted in the humans either running away screaming or assuming they had gone mad she had gotten into the habit of simply blending in with the surrounding foliage and resigned herself to her lonely existence. That is until she read about the supernatural integration policy in a newspaper, the man over whose shoulder she was reading was quite surprised when the small tree he was leaning against suddenly set off at a brisk pace for the mayor's residence.