Post by naruani on Nov 29, 2007 0:45:33 GMT -5
Nydia
Name: Nydia
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human/Demon daughter of Odin
Weapons: She caries a set of twin Daggers and a bow. One of her favorite weapons is a bull whip which hangs at her side. Combined with her touch of fire it becomes a formidable weapon.
Abilities: She holds the power of fire and her blood is a poison to all but herself and others with a trace of Odin’s ancestry. She can willingly inflict it upon others with a single kiss. She has been known to use those charms which come naturally to a woman in order to get close to her targets.
Appearance: 5’7”, Slender and curvy, long brown hair, blue eyes which will glow on occasion as she accesses her power. She favors black leather for as a mercenary/assassin it helped to hide her in the shadows. She carries with her a brown pack holding items which have shown useful in the past (i.e. slinky black dress, jeans, food, rope)
Personality: She’s kind despite her profession and has a great sense of humor. Doesn’t frighten easily and hates it when people doubt her for being “just a girl.” She loves to play around at times, but can be very serious. She never discusses or mentions work, and is a completely different person on and off the job.
Intro:
She uses a shirt from his drawer to wipe the blood from her dagger as she stares down at the man; she doesn’t bother to wipe away the single tear which cascades down her cheek. Discarding the blood stained shirt she stares into the flames which dance across her hand as she walks around the single room home igniting it by touch.
On her way out, she grabs a tear drop amulet necklace from a box hidden in the bottom drawer of a cabinet and places it around her neck. The amulet is black as death itself, said to be given to this man by a stranger on the day his only child was born. An omen, they said… the child, though born to this world, is that of the God of all things evil…
She stands outside watching the house burn from the shadow of an old oak tree. She rolls the dagger in her hand watching the light from the moon and the reflection of the embers bounce off of it. She places the dagger back into its sheath next to its twin. The two were a gift from the man burning inside.
Satisfied that the place will burn to the ground, her test finally over, she stands and walks into the woods. No particular destination in mind, she walks where her feet take her.
“Sleep well Father.”
She pauses, placing a hand to her face and stares at it…
The voice of her mentor echoes in her head. Sorrow is an emotion only those with guilt and attachments have the luxury of experiencing…. both will get you killed.
She hadn’t cried in years… she couldn’t remember the last time… she chuckled softly to herself, shrugging it off and ran as fast as her feet could take her.
Name: Nydia
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human/Demon daughter of Odin
Weapons: She caries a set of twin Daggers and a bow. One of her favorite weapons is a bull whip which hangs at her side. Combined with her touch of fire it becomes a formidable weapon.
Abilities: She holds the power of fire and her blood is a poison to all but herself and others with a trace of Odin’s ancestry. She can willingly inflict it upon others with a single kiss. She has been known to use those charms which come naturally to a woman in order to get close to her targets.
Appearance: 5’7”, Slender and curvy, long brown hair, blue eyes which will glow on occasion as she accesses her power. She favors black leather for as a mercenary/assassin it helped to hide her in the shadows. She carries with her a brown pack holding items which have shown useful in the past (i.e. slinky black dress, jeans, food, rope)
Personality: She’s kind despite her profession and has a great sense of humor. Doesn’t frighten easily and hates it when people doubt her for being “just a girl.” She loves to play around at times, but can be very serious. She never discusses or mentions work, and is a completely different person on and off the job.
Intro:
She uses a shirt from his drawer to wipe the blood from her dagger as she stares down at the man; she doesn’t bother to wipe away the single tear which cascades down her cheek. Discarding the blood stained shirt she stares into the flames which dance across her hand as she walks around the single room home igniting it by touch.
On her way out, she grabs a tear drop amulet necklace from a box hidden in the bottom drawer of a cabinet and places it around her neck. The amulet is black as death itself, said to be given to this man by a stranger on the day his only child was born. An omen, they said… the child, though born to this world, is that of the God of all things evil…
She stands outside watching the house burn from the shadow of an old oak tree. She rolls the dagger in her hand watching the light from the moon and the reflection of the embers bounce off of it. She places the dagger back into its sheath next to its twin. The two were a gift from the man burning inside.
Satisfied that the place will burn to the ground, her test finally over, she stands and walks into the woods. No particular destination in mind, she walks where her feet take her.
“Sleep well Father.”
She pauses, placing a hand to her face and stares at it…
The voice of her mentor echoes in her head. Sorrow is an emotion only those with guilt and attachments have the luxury of experiencing…. both will get you killed.
She hadn’t cried in years… she couldn’t remember the last time… she chuckled softly to herself, shrugging it off and ran as fast as her feet could take her.