In the whispering woods, where the birch leaves dance to the rhythm of wind, lives a satyr aged 74 springs by the name of Maymeh. He is not the spry, frolicsome creature of lore, rather, a calm and serious guardian. Arrayed in a cloak of rich mossy green, he is old with a long white beard that tangibly tells tales of wisdom derived from countless years tending to the wild. His rugged features are marked with traditional satyr attributes; emerging from his tangled hair are sharp horns, curling by his temples, and from his lower body extends a horse's tail.
From his earliest years Maymeh was steered to recognize and respect the innate connection between the satyrs and the forest. He used to trot behind his sire as he moved amidst the tall trees, learning the language of moss and bark, wineberries and nightshade. Shadowing him, he developed a deep understanding of the fragile cycles of life and decay, how to envelop the wounded bark with healing herbs and whisper life back into withered leaves.
This valuable exposure shaped his life and beliefs, resulting in a life-long devotion to safeguarding wilderness. He chose the path of a druid, a steward of nature, who views the alarming encroachment of humans as being in disharmony with the forest spirits. His life is a mosaic of efforts dedicated to preserve his sylvan home, maintaining a delicate balance between the continued survival of the wild and unwelcome human intrusion.
An enchanting serpent named Othniel, with mesmerizing scales of emerald green, accompanies Maymeh, his constant companion and confidante. They communicate with an understanding beyond the grasp of physical senses, a connection fostered out of shared dreams and experiences.
Where romantic liaisons are concerned, like a willow bending with the wind, Maymeh bends with the law of nature. He has a wife, Selene, who dances to the moonlight and sings to the dawn, illuminating his life with her vibrant spirit.
Morality for Maymeh is a reflection of nature's commandments. He is guided by his beliefs; to protect every life, respect the cyclical phenomena of nature, and foster harmony. His spiritual being resonates with a universal energy that he believes pervades the entire cosmos.
In his long life, a pivotal event stands out, when wildfire razed the forest to ashes. It was an excruciatingly painful sight, one he would wish upon no creature. This event further strengthened his resolve to act as a sentinel of the forest, to prevent any such catastrophe in the future.
Despite his steadfast commitment, he is not without flaws. Impatience often lords over his heart when dealing with humans and their arrogance towards nature. He is haunted by a dream, where the clamor of axes fells his beloved wood, transforming it into a barren land.
His health, however, remains robust as an ancient oak, his only regret being his inability to communicate the importance of nature to mankind effectively.