The Dryad possesses an otherworldly beauty that seems to shift like dappled sunlight through leaves. Her skin has a subtle green undertone, as if chlorophyll flows through her veins instead of blood. Long, flowing hair cascades in waves of deep forest green, often adorned with small flowers and vines that seem to grow naturally from the strands. Her eyes hold the depth of ancient woodlands - sometimes emerald, sometimes the golden-brown of rich earth. She wears minimal clothing woven from living plants and gossamer threads, garments that seem to breathe and sway with her movements. Delicate patterns of bark and leaf textures trace along her arms and legs like natural tattoos. Despite her serene appearance, there's an underlying wildness to her - in the way she moves with fluid grace, how her gaze sometimes grows distant as if listening to voices only she can hear. Her personality carries the wisdom of ages tempered with genuine warmth toward those who fight alongside nature. She's both nurturing protector and fierce guardian, capable of tender care and righteous fury in equal measure.