In The Dark of The NIght In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be It scared me out of my wits A corpse falling to bits Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me!
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 5:50 pm
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Full Name:Nymn Moonglade Nicknames:Snuggles, or Midget if you want to make her mad Age:20 Birthdate:12/12 Gender:Female
Culture: Closest thing is Volana, but even that is very minimal, she really doesn't have a specific culture, she just is herself Religion:None Languages:
Energy Color: Snowbound Energy Meter: 900 Element:Air Battle Strength:Innovation, creativity, and her surprisingly sharp ears, always calm and occasionally silly, giving most battles a relaxed feeling, she’s smart and has a strong mental fortitude, difficult to anger, probably because she doesn't care, she often uses her speed and acrobatics in fights. Battle Weakness:Fire users and close combat fighters, she isn't very powerful hit wise.
Weapons:Two Revolvers, Two Set Daggers Armor: White toga like dress with corset-like backing and a shear side that shows more of one of her legs than the other, a rope tassel and a leather tassel on her waist, the leather tassel has two loops that serve as gun holsters that sit at her back. She wears a black skin tight full body suit underneath her dress that has a halter top style so it only covers her front and leads down her side and around her tush and down her legs into her into her boots in case her dress is ripped and so her legs don't get cold and she isn't completely exposed and is still flexible. Her two daggers are strapped to her thighs over the body suit fabric, one on each leg, and hidden underneath her white toga.
Personality:Nymn can be a very socially awkward person, while she isn’t afraid to speak her mind she tends to be overly blunt with a certain naivete toward social norms that can often lead to awkward situations. She isn’t necessarily kind and has a seemingly quiet disposition unless spoken to when her soft voice is ladened with potential knives and the occasional sweetness of ignorance. Though she is blunt she likes keeping thing about herself to herself and she hates being pulled into stupid fights because most of the time, she just doesn't care, and her emotions are rarely at a point other than a standstill and the occasional amusement. She won’t hesitate to hurt someone and she has great fighting sense in exchange for lack of social common sense, as well as a strange sense of humor at times, showing that she isn’t exactly a stiff. When she isn’t training or exploring the world she can usually be found relaxing under trees and near rivers, weaving clothing since she makes her clothes rather than buy them, because she is a little cheap about certain things, like everything, or dancing in the water, which is a slight whimsical side she will never show anyone she doesn’t trust. She likes snuggling with the soft fabric she makes when she is trying to get relaxed, and has a slight complex about her short height despite her age due to the circumstances of her birth. When it comes to anything like romance or sweet things, she's so off it's like trying to seduce a piece of paper and she can be a third, fourth, and fifth wheel all in one with the amount of obliviousness she has. Sexuality:Straight Quote: “There are two rules in life: 1. Never give out all the information.” Height:4’11 Weight:110 Eye Color:Left:Gold Right:Silver
When Nymn was born in a small very religious village in Yunan, her mother ‘accidentally’ left the small little girl at the clinic, more interested in getting back to work that actually seeing if her small premature let down of a child would make it through the night, which in itself was a miracle. Her parents were the epitome of the Elvahan culture and naturally they and the other villagers were pretty much radicalists inside the village, and though Nymn had to struggle to survive, they didn’t show the slightest concern. They were more ashamed of not having a stronger child more than anything. Growing up alone due to her weak body which grew weaker every day without the proper sustenance, and not being considered a proper citizen because her parents never registered her, much less anyone else paid any attention to her existence, Nymn learned quickly how to fend for herself despite all the things that held her back, and hurt her, including the prejudice that she not only received from others of the Elvahan culture like her parents, but from her parents themselves. She shut off her more volatile and painful emotions and gained a blunt way of speaking and interacting due to lack of sociality, and at times dark sense of humor and wit to go with her seemingly uncaring attitude toward life. Often she would dance inside rivers and streams because the sound of splashing water made it seem as if she had more company so she could ease her mind’s natural want for company, and sleeping in the dark alone at a young age fortified her mind into a natural barrier where everything inside was closed off and kept her calm. She learned how to fish and forage for food, as well as make her own clothes using cloth that she would grab from scraps let behind from her parents. Many nights she would pass by hugging the scrapped pieces tightly to relax herself for sleep. By secretly watching her mother and father she learned the ways of a White Nightmare, and their cloth weaving abilities as well as a broken version of her first language, Elvish. After spending a few years alone, and at this point she was ten years old, she came across one of practitioners of the Volana culture, she found out that she had an amazingly sharp eye and accurate shot with a gun when the man let her use his. She eventually started getting training from her new ‘aquaintance’ on how to use guns a well as to build up her body and speed despite her originally fragile frame, and while her stunted height couldn’t be fixed (no matter how much milk she drank), her body became healthier and stronger, and after a few incidents where she accidentally called the man teacher her ‘father’, he taught her how to read and correctly use the Elvish language, even going as far as naming her and teaching her some of the Common language and a little bit of Merita, because she said the language sounded beautiful when she heard him say a short phrase. In exchange for the training, the name, and teaching, he insisted that she called him her teacher, and not mess it up. Every day for five more years she would wait for the man that in a way she secretly considered her best friend, and whatever days he came they would spar and train together. During the times of his absence during those five years, her views on cultures dropped drastically, not associating herself with anything, neither culture or religion, but she often had some similarities in her actions with the Volana culture due to her training and acquaintanceship, however, she still didn't consider it a true part of who she was, and instead stayed a neutral force in everything that the word seemed to revolve around. To Nymn's disappointment, the first negative feeling she had in years, the sixth year he didn’t come, and as the seventh year ended, hidden somewhere deep and dark in her heart he knew that he would never come again. Though why, she could not imagine. On the last month of the third year of her being alone without her friend, she figured that it would be best to try and head somewhere else, to explore the world and find a place she belonged. Eventually she found herself in Aramil the following year, relishing the freedom and tolerance that she found there for herself, but still she saw that even in such a diverse place, there is still some causing pain for another. xxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 7:53 pm
Age: 20 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy:900 TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (300) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
White Nightmare
• Cloth Manipulation (Passive) • Cloth Conversion D-S • Razor Ribbons D-S • Cover Me D-S • True Form S/D
