Knekke Greine – performers

We are a rotating cast, normally we are 4 performers at the same time.

Hege Eriksdatter Østefjells: Sometimes seen as a white mist over a moisty meadow, sometimes like little toads or like buzzing flies in the summernight. She can be seen in the dusk or the dawn, the time when all boundaries become blurry. Depending on her mood she can help humans out or get them into troubles so that they become forever lost in the forest.
Love Aamås Kjellsson: Seen as a handsome creature who sits in the tree-tops, playing the fiddle. He plays the music of nature itself; the sound of the water, the wind in the trees, it all comes from his music. Beware of the enchantment of his tones.
Rebecca Seward: A trickster with a stick of gold. Quick as a fox and twice as cute. She has the gift of the gab and can make you doubt you put your pants on the right way round. If you catch her, never look away or she will disappear in the blink of an eye. Manage to follow her and you will find the treasures of the forest.
Karoline Aamås: She is older than the oldest tree. She can take the shape of a tree, a stone covered in moss or an animal. When she touches a living thing, people, cattle or trees, it will cause their hair to become entangled. Those who gets under her influence will forever feel a longing to the forest.
Moa Asklöf Prescott: Balancing between the worlds, this female being decides the fate of mortal humans. Often seen walking on a string, with one foot in the air and the other firmly placed upon your faith. Intriguing, sometimes disguised as a fair maiden and sometimes as a mysterious but very funny business lady. 
Emma Laule: From the jungle of Berlin with eyes resembling those of a fairy, beware if you meet her in the forest for her longtime relationship with the Huldras have made her take up their moral and traditions of luring men into the forest, to be never seen again
Elise Bjerkelund Reine: From the lofty hills of southern Norway, where softly silver fountains fall, her eyes bore, a wandering light. Mighty and flexible as a snake, quick as a rabbit, fierce like a dragon, fostered with wolves and owls in France.
Mari Stoknes: Warm and eager was her spirit, for she is the enemy of the enemies, opposing the fire that devours and wastes our world. Her kindling enthusiasm, her joy and swift wrath, were veiled in garments grey as an ash, bright as an oak, green as the leaves, so that only those that knew her well glimpsed the flame that was within.
Tamar Ohana Goksøyr: Sweeter than goldberry, outspoken as the willow, snugger than the badger-folk or the barrow-dwellers; in green gown, flowing hair, sitting in the rushes, singing old water-songs to birds upon the bushes, beneath the moon and under star she wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands.
Mira Leonard: A supreme forest guide who will lead you safely through the dangers of the forest. Her legs are strong like mountains. Lying on the moss she can flip people in the air by the slightest touch of her legs. You can also find her hanging upside down in a tree, spying for insects or hiding from creatures.
Esmeralda Nikolajeff: An extremely wild woodland creature. She is a symbol of purity and grace, and can be captured only by a virgin. Her tooth is said to have the power to render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness.
Ester Thunander: O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!
O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter! O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after! O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves’ laughter! Music flows through her veins as wind flows through the leaves, each step she takes are filled with tones and melodies from ancient worlds.
Moa Karlsson
Behold Moa. Does she not shine like silver and run as smoothly as a swift stream?
In her one of the mighty steeds of old has returned. None such shall return again. She is running wild over the grass, she will let no man handle her. Like an arrow from the bow the great Moa will spring away. Even as you look she will be gone: a flash of silver in the sunset, a wind over the grass, a shadow that fled and passed from sight.
Santiago Ruiz Albate
Bird tamer, conjurer, the friend of all beasts and birds. Santi went most among the trees, subtle he was in speech and skilled in all the devices of papers, craft and portals. Never seeking to rule the minds of men or wolves by open display of power, but coming in the noble shapes of the humble.