Nymira

"I remember what it was like to be human..."

Nymira is a slender woman with a shorter stature - she stands at about a 5'7. Her hair is long; falling in dark auburn locks around her lower back. Her eyes are pale grey and lined with thick dark lashes. Nymira appears human at a distance; a beautiful one at that with high cheek bones and a defined bone structure, but a closer look reveals abnormalities. Beneath her dark hair are misshapen ears. Her teeth are made up of jagged points (but only sometimes - trigger still unknown.) and she hides a long black tail that ends in a devil's spade beneath her clothing.

Nymira wields a bow made of obsidian.

Nymira is twenty two years old. Not a lot is yet known about her past. She has been on the run for eight or nine months - hunted for the alleged murder of one of the knights of The Order - Merek Dayne, who was cousin to the king of Godiva. She makes several mentions to 'the dark' and having been trapped there and even tortured. She has some sort of adverse reaction to steel - something that has been used against her in the past.

Mention of her father: “I don’t have any family anymore.” She said quietly. “My father died some time ago. He got himself into a lot of trouble. Fell in with some bad men, chose the wrong sides, and forgot who he was. Eventually it all caught up with him. He wasn’t a good man, but he was still my father, you know?”

Mention of her mother: "One day my...My mother, she grew distant, withdrawn..." Nymira sighed softly. "She would not speak to me...She would shut herself away and I would hear her crying...I remember how it hurt me; I tried to um...I went to the courtyard to pick some flowers, I think...I remember thinking that nothing could be more painful then her pain." She smiled sadly and suddenly felt cold as she continued. She shivered, "Finally she confronted me....She begged me; pleaded for her child to be returned to her - How I was not her child, how she needed her child..That i was a monster - that she'd give me anything for her child to be returned..She collapsed into tears. I tried to tell her...I was still me, I don't...I still don't understand what had changed in her..."

(Dream) “Please!” A woman pleaded from the shadows as she made a sound similar to a wounded animal. While Nymira could keep more often than not keep her from the waking world, she haunted Nymira’s slumber – especially in the fever dreams. Nymira watched as a woman collapsed into tears in front of her; offering her anything she wanted – laying all at Nymira’s feet – pride, possession, damnation…

“Please! Give me back my baby!” She’d begged, leaving Nymira shaken to her very core. She would have given anything to stop her tears if she’d had anything to give. She had thought this the most painful thing that she could feel; naive in her youth and her innocence – days when she believed in fairytales, and knights – oh, how she had once wanted to be an honorable knight...She knew better now. She had been taught better. The dark had a special place for her – a place buried deep within Nymira now, burned into her body with blood, steel, and pain.