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Poe Form


Name: Nagi
Text Color: Dark Red
Race: Poe/Constellation
Height: 5' 3"
Abilities: Highly proficient with her Naginata, and can temporarily fade to invisibility, a remnant of her abilities as a poe. She can temporarily blind her opponent with a flash from her lantern, and is able to jump very high (double her body length) and float for a short time.

Poes are generally thought of as ghosts and spirits. They are best known for inhabiting graveyards, shrines, and appearing at night, swinging their lanterns back and forth. Some make exceptional guides if you prove yourself worthy of their guidance, and can lead you through anywhere. They tend to be very tricky and mischievous, and are very emotional creatures at times.

Personality:
Nagi is highly critical of those who are cowardly, or do not seek to improve themselves in some way. While she thinks of improvement in a strictly physical or combative sense, she only vaguely looks down on those who seek creative, interpersonal or other 'soft' areas of improvement. Personally, she does not find herself in need of friendship, though is constantly looking for a sparring partner as dedicated as she is. She greatly enjoys fighting, and is very firm in the idea that she will never find the sense of self she feels in battle anywhere else.

History: (unabridged)
Like many Poes, Nagi awoke in a graveyard. Driven by an inexorable need for order, she proceeded to straighten up the graveyard, trimming the grass, straightening offerings, ect. An encounter with a woman in mourning left Nagi with a distaste for those who spent their time mired in emotion, when they could instead spend their time improving themselves or their craft. After the graveyard was clipped and straightened and nudged into perfection, Nagi left into the forest to seek out a more challenging opponent. It was during this time of search that she stumbled upon the Dungeon.




Nagi's Interactions

Battle against Melis ~ Stalemate




Nagi's History

We see a solemn graveyard, lit dimly by an orange moon. The sun was barely over the horizon and the sky was slowly dousing the flames of a fiery red sunset. Hints of crimson graced the arcs of the headstones, somewhat aged, but regal remnants of persons gone. Generals, commanders, leaders, importance in life mattered not to the mud and dirt that crept into cushioned coffins. There, at the far edge, a lonely woman, old as some of the stones she walked among, bent her head and cried to one of the stone memorials.


Nagi looked up into the night sky and reflected she had never seen the moon before. It struck her with some surprise that she couldn't recall having seen anything before. Looking around at the rows of polished headstones, she further reflected that it didn't entirely matter. She was here, she was thinking coherently, therefore she must have something she needed to be doing.

The grass was too high, it itched under her shin guards and she floated irritably above the offending weeds. Graveyard grass, all grass for that matter, should be well-kempt and orderly. Snapping into an offensive stance, she fixed the plantlife in question with an aggravated stare as she floated just above the tops. Neat and orderly it must be, neat and orderly it would be. With a sharp exhale, she swung her blade. Snippets of green catapulted into the air in swathes, and soon a good sized diameter of grass had been neatly trimmed. Straightening, she planted the end of her naginata and set her feet firmly in her tamed section of grass. In her moment of triumph over the forces of nature, she heard a soft whine on the wind. Hopping up on a headstone, she danced across the tops to find a woman in gray, kneeling at a relatively new grave. She was crying.

Holding her tongue for the moment, Nagi considered the situation in mild confusion. A woman, old, granted, but still able-bodied had come to the graveyard to...cry. Nagi suppressed a grimace, but lowered the naginata. "What are you doing?"

The woman whirled in surprise, but far too slowly. She was quite lucky Nagi was not violent-hearted, Nagi herself reflected. She may be old, but that was no excuse for poor reflexes.

"Wha..." She looked up in shock.

"What are you doing?" Nagi repeated forcefully. There had to be some purpose for the woman being here. No one went to graveyards, or anywhere for that matter, without a purpose.

The woman's face fell and the tears threatened to return. "M-my husband...he's gone..." She turned to run her hand over the face of the stone. "Since he died, I've been so...lonely..." Her voice choked over and she closed her eyes.

Closing her eyes was probably for the best, as Nagi was staring at her with a measure of incredulity. She was missing something, there had to be something she did not understand. "But why are you here?

The woman sighed but did not look up. Her hand found its way back to the headstone. "This is his grave." She answered quietly.

Frustration built up. "But why are you here?"

The woman looked up in a close mirror of Nagi's own expression. "Because this is where he lies! Where he's buried! I come here to be near him, to-to...mourn!"

Whipping her naginata over the woman's head in frustration, she took guilty pleasure in watching her head dip lower in shock and fear. "Mourning has absolutely no purpose, no point at all! You could be out, working, improving yourself and...whatever craft you do. Wasting time talking to a stone is wasting the precious time of your life."

The woman's face grew angrier with every word and she stood suddenly, her head almost level with Nagi's. "Just what kind of Poe are you! You're supposed to help me, to-to guide me in my time of need!" Her voice rose to almost a howl with her last words.

Anger flushed Nagi's face and she clutched hard to the naginata as she paused. "I'm not that kind of Poe I guess." She gritted out.

Pushing out her jaw, the woman swallowed heavily and whirled on the spot. She strode back into the forest, lip quivering. Nagi watched her go through slitted eyes. Turning her attention back to the grave before her, she adjusted her grip on the naginata and jumped down. When she jumped away again, she left a swathe of perfectly cut grass.

When the whole of the graveyard was cut, grave offerings aligned, tree branches trimmed, Nagi gave up. The woman had never come back, and the fact that neither had anyone else said something for either the talkativeness of the woman, or the extreme impopularity of the people buried there. In either case, It was not long before Nagi struck out into the forest, looking for something else that needed to be done.