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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 6:53 am
 (Art by kaname423)Stat PageHP || 28
Attack || 30
Defense || 18
Magic || 17
Speed || 18
Updated: Jun/13/16
Experience || 135 Special Attacks
Moracker Tail
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 7:58 am
T A B L E x O F x C O N T E N T S
Table of Contents
Nera
News & Events
Progress
RP Log
Battle Log
Relationships
Inventory
Gallery
Reserved
Reserved
Credits
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 7:59 am
N E R A 
Name: Nera
Race: Fire Earthling
Gender: Female
Personality: Emotional, Rambunctious, Jealous, Self-centered, Intelligent
[+]Intelligent: Truly Nera’s only redeeming quality is her sharp intellect and ability to think quickly on her feet. Astute in various fields of study the redhead has always been one to think several paces ahead of others while paying attention to the infinitesimal details so that nothing truly escapes her scrutiny and somewhat manipulative approach to problem solving. Nera is a smart young woman who mostly looks out for herself, in this regard she uses her intelligence to benefit herself in whatever manner she can.
[+/-]Emotional: Nera has always been a little bit on the touchy-feely side of the personal boundary spectrum. Ever since she was little the fire earthling has been a slightly more sensitive when it comes to her personal feelings and how those around her effects them due to this she tends to have volatile swings in her mood regardless of the situation that she finds herself in. One moment Nera can be all smiles and sunshine the next she can be on the cusp of tears while at the same time plotting someone’s death for hurting her emotional state. The only positive occurrence that comes with being such a sensitive individual is in the fact that when she sees others that are upset she actually is somewhat decent at lending a shoulder to cry on for comfort; after all it is a good way to have someone pay attention to her fully.
[+/-]Rambunctious: The habit of being extra loud was one Nera had ever since she was just a youngling, back then it was all she could do to get attention from adults. She was one of those children that couldn’t sit still and made a mess nearly out of everything that she was given yet always seemed to take delight in all of her actions and smiled regardless of the punishment that she received from it. The trait it seemed was one that she never fully grew out of and rather molded to in her indolence, even though she at times seems cool, or even cold, perhaps even bitter she is vocal the moment she talks and has a high exuberance of energy in all of her daily tasks, she lives for attention and enjoys the stares she receives from being a bit over the top in her bravado.
[-]Jealous: Oh gods and goddesses beware of the green-eyed monster they birthed when Nera was created. Jealousy is one of the few emotions that taints nearly all other feelings that the girl contains, what is it that others have that she doesn’t? What makes these people better than her? Why is it that this person is having all of the attention and she is getting absolutely none? Honestly to Nera it doesn’t matter, the answers to the questions that plague her mind, all she knows is that it leaves a dull ache in her chest followed by a burning rage that makes her insides scream for justice. This severity of emotion sometimes causes a bit of a sadistic streak to surface in the young woman, others pain quenching the longing she feels by replacing the attention she seeks with suffering of those have caused her pain. In extremely bouts of jealousy Nera loses control over her emotions fully and tends to lash out at herself in a rather masochistic manner until she is so exhausted she simply can’t feel anything any longer.
[-]Self-Centered: The core to everything that makes Nera herself lies in her selfish and attention-seeking nature that she has developed over time. Simply put everything must revolve around her whether it is good or bad, it doesn’t make a difference. In this fact Nera isn’t as self-centered as she might seem, she however is attention starved and desperate for affection but has gone without these positive reinforcements for such a long time that the youth has become somewhat wild in her actions yet self-dependent. All of these elements combine to create several offshoots of different traits that seem to be unrelated yet in actuality all stem right back to her self-centered personality, which at times makes Nera appear to be more superficial and childish than what really lies under the surface which is far more complex than what it seems.
History: Judgment falls upon all those the moment they are born and Talia was not one to think otherwise. The morning light seemed to carry a red tint to it as the sandstorms just outside of the capital raged on buffeting the walls of the buildings and blowing through every nook and cranny that permitted access to the grit laden wind. General Talia had not been eager to give birth, in fact the woman wasn’t excited about the entire situation at hand, she had allowed one night of loneliness to change the whole course of her life. A night fueled by wine, mead and lust, who honestly would have thought that a casual romp in the sack with one of her lower ranking soldiers would have led to a rounded stomach and the unsettling squirm of some b*****d parasite draining her of her own nourishment and perfect physique. The verdict had been passed down onto Talia and she accepted it because it was the will of her god, it was just another test for her to prove herself worthy. The offspring that she would be forced to call daughter was her punishment and Talia would not allow the small, dark skinned babe with is red misshapen head to damage her stature nor besmirch her name. She would raise the child, mold it, shape the disgrace into something that one day she could show pride in, her god Nerda gave her this sentence and she would see it out until the end and would never make the same mistake again. On that day when the sandstorms of Sulburi raged violently and the sun was painted red in the morning sky she proclaimed the child’s name as Nera; a callous reminder to herself so that she would never forget exactly what the child represented to her then swaddled her in cloth and begrudgingly allowed it to suckle until it’s stomach grew hard and it fell into a deep sleep that newborns often do.
General Talia was a stern mother, she didn’t allow for her child to play in games with other children her age unless of course those games where of skill such as swordplay and archery and seldom did she show affection to the small girl. It wasn’t that the woman didn’t care for her child, she simply was not the sort of person to show emotion, she had spent so long in the military that allowing any candid emotion show was something that had nearly been ground out of her; every action she made carried weight with it and was scrutinized by others, even though she had a child out of wedlock the mere fact that she still tended to it rather than hide it showed that she was a woman of scrupulous morals and was revered for that integrity and honesty within the public eye. But to Nera there was seemingly nothing she could do to win her mother’s affection; the closest she received was private lectures and the occasional tutoring with weaponry and strategy but that was as far as her mother’s attention would go towards the youngling, she after all still held a high position in the king’s court and seldom had time for anything outside of work. The more the woman shut her child out so that she could focus on her duties the more uncontrolled the little redhead became until she lashed out and threw fits of crying at all hours of the evening without end. The result ended with General Talia hiring an au pair to tend to the unruly whelp. The caretaker it seemed was exactly what the attention-starved youngling needed in her life; the elderly female provided everything that her mother refused to give her and took care of her for several passing seasons. It was during a mild autumn that Nera for the first time in her life was allowed to celebrate with her mother in public during one of the many festivals that the King of Oba held, that day the girl had acted so proper and polite that Talia found herself proud for just a short while and as a reward bought the youngling a toy from one of the several venders and a small bag of yellow and red taffy. The candy only lasted for a short while but the toy that her mother bought her soon became her most precious possession; never to leave her side.
It was only a few months later that the woman that took care of Nera grew ill and within the course of a few days passed away leaving the girl without proper attention, this news distressed General Talia however seeing as how her daughter was much older decided against hiring another nanny for the youngling and instead allowed her freedom to do whatever she pleased as long as she didn’t throw tantrums or embarrass her in front of nobility or military counterparts. This was truly the beginning of Nera’s personality settling into place, the girl knew that if she acted out in front of her mother then there would be heavy consequences however if she sought out attention from other people; strangers then she wouldn’t get in trouble while at the same time lessening the odd pain she felt from being so distant from her mother. Nera learned as long as she acted the part of the demure, compliant daughter then she could get whatever she wanted which included independence in choosing her own style of clothing and how she was allowed to wear her hair. Nera had always taken a great pride in her boyish appearance since her mother also head a rather manish build, there was something comfortable about wearing masculine cut fabrics and relishing the hot winds of the desert kissing the bare nape of her neck on the hottest of summer days, in her mind she always felt she would have made a better prince than some military officer’s child. Talia had never sugar coated the fact that she thought men had an easier time in life than women, garnishing more respect and claiming the things they desired effortlessness, this line of thought intrigued Nera and made her jealous that she hadn’t been born male yet with her body type and in the proper clothing she was just as good if not better than those of the opposite gender.
All good things unfortunately as Nera learned must eventually come to an end. Her wakeup call happened all too abruptly when the war began, that winter took the girl not only from the safety of the only home she knew but also from the woman that had caused her years of neglect and emotional trauma. General Talia had brought her daughter with her into war, in her mind she was sharing with her battle experience and the thrill of being part of the glory of the Oban people. Nera was a prentice now and in her mother’s eyes on the verge of adulthood, she herself had trained the girl to wield a blade and wouldn’t allow her child to fall victim in the throngs of battle; not to the mongrels that saw themselves their foes. It was this mindset that drove the boyish redhead away from the woman that now proudly proclaimed herself mother, if it had been under any other circumstance Nera would have greatly taken the affection however what Talia didn’t see was the fact that the war was just too much for the youth to handle, she wasn’t a fighter or a healer, she was completely useless when it came right down to the matter at hand; Nera knew that she was not ready and if she bowed her head and acted the part that she normally played then she would not be returning home with the rest of the troops. The night before the attack Nera gathered her things and stowaway into the darkness of the Jauhar forest. She was on her own and yet that fact didn’t scare her, it was knowing that soon she would find others and being what she was feared for the first time in her life the sort of attention that she would draw.Font Color: #D6AD33
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:44 pm
N E W S & E V E N T S 07.01.2014 :: Nera is officially a member of Tendaji.
11.08.2014 :: War has Ended, The Obans have given up their Conquest.
03.06.2015 :: Nera gains the rank of Beast Charmer.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:47 pm
P R O G R E S S P R E N T I C E x → x BEAST CHARMER
☑ || 1 Set-up Journal
☑ || 3 Substantial Journal Entries
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☑ || 3 RPs - 10+ posts each
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☑ || 1 Completed Class Quest BEAST CHARMER x → x BEAST TAMER
☐ || 5 Non-Battle RPs - 10+ posts each (may be PRPs, or ORPs)
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☐ || 3 Substantial Journal Entries
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☑ || 1 Completed Battles (may be RP or non-RP)
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☑ || 7 Beast Battles (250 word solos included)
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☐ || 1 Completed Class Quest BEAST TAMER x → x B E A S T M A S T E R
☐ || 6 Non-Battle RPs (may be PRPs or ORPs)
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☐ || 5 Substantial Journal Entries
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☐ || 3 Completed Battles (may be RP or non-RP)
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☐ || 9 Beast Battles (250 word solos include)
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☐ || 1 Completed Class Quest B E A S T M A S T E Rx → x I M M O R T A L
☐ || 8 Non-Battle RPs (may be PRPs or ORPs)
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☐ || 8 Substantial Journal Entries
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☐ || 5 Completed Battles (may be RP or non-RP)
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☐ || 15 Beast Battles (250 word solos include)
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☐ || 1 Completed Immortal Quest
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:58 pm
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
[Hate] [Dislike] [Neutral] [Aquainted] [Friend] [Close Friend] [Love Interest]
Lucijah
More than Just a Love Interest - Beloved Other Half
"Darkling-Mine. The brute of the wilds, even though she is a savage she is mine, and that is all that matters."
Sanele
Sanele is Nera's side project, the girl has an affinity towards animals and a knack for racing. If they ever spent more time together Nera might even find herself becoming friends with the fiery little urchin.
"I took pity on her and gave her a beast of her own. Once she is skilled enough she will fill my coin-purse with a percentage of her winnings. Purely business I assure you."
Shalvesta
Shalvesta, a woman met before the war, Nera conned the Oban of supplies and pity with a well-crafted lie. Honestly she hopes that they never meet again. Not because she dislikes the noble-woman turned soldier but because she doesn't want to discuss what she told her ever again.
" . . . [ nervously sweats ] . . . Oh, her . . ."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:55 pm
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