Mists is a lean, lithe Tabaxi with calico fur in patterns of orange, black, and white. Their fur is often speckled with dried mud or pollen from the deep woods. They wear leather armor that has been treated with herbal oils until it is soft and silent. Their eyes are an intense, pale green that seems to glow slightly when they cast spells, and they often carry a staff made of polished weirwood.

Mists is a creature of deep pauses and sudden bursts of energy. They speak with a soft, melodic trill and have a tendency to treat every new object they find like a sacred relic. While they are deeply connected to the tranquility of the forest, they possess an insatiable curiosity about the world outside their hidden grove.

Mists of the Hidden Grove was born to a wandering tribe in the far south, but they never felt the pull of the desert or the plains. Instead, they followed the whisper of a moon-spirit into a pocket of the Feywild that overlapped with a primordial forest. While there, Mists spent what felt like years learning the dreams of the trees and the secrets of the Summer Court, though only a single season had passed in the material world. When they emerged, their perspective had shifted entirely. They now view the world as a thin veil over a much more vibrant and beautiful reality. They travel the northern lands as a student of the natural world, seeking to bridge the gap between the mundane and the magical. Every forest they visit is a new chapter in their studies, and every person they meet is a potential keeper of a lost story. They are currently seeking a way back to the hidden grove that gave them their name, believing the way is only found through the dreams of others.