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[color=1a7b30][b]Name:[/b][/color] 
[i][indent]Nilfendra "Nil" Alveari.[/indent][/i]
[color=1a7b30][b]Race:[/b][/color] 
[i][indent]Rogue Light Elf.[/indent][/i]
[color=1a7b30][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] 
[i][indent]Nil stands rather tall, though average for her race, at five feet and eleven inches. With her heigh she holds a lithe, athletic build; petite features. She has deep emerald green eyes that only appear darker in contrast to her pale skin and golden blonde hair.[/indent][/i]
[color=1a7b30][b]Magic/Abilities:[/b][/color] 
[i][indent][b]Bolstering[/b]-
[indent]Nil empowers herself and objects she has physical touch with in various ways. Increasing her own physical capabilities by a multitude of ways. Beyond that, objects Nil touches can be influenced molecularly in varying ways. Nil is also capable of influencing objects by drawing runes of power upon them; allowing her magic to effect them without her touch.
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[hider=Example Magics][i][indent][b]Molecular Bonding Rune[/b] -
[indent]Placing this rune upon an object causes its molecular bonds to tighten. Increasing its durability and increasing its total weight. This rune is placed on her rapier, making it much stronger than an average blade. Able to block powerful strikes and increasing its striking power.[/indent]
[b]Bolster Physique[/b] -
[indent]Nil near constantly channels this magic into herself. Increasing her physical capabilities; Strength, endurance, agility, and speed.[/indent]
[b]Keen Senses[/b] -
[indent]She activates this when needed. When activated Nil can hear, see, smell, and feel far superior to the average individual. Her senses heightened to a high degree.[/indent]
[b]Weaken Bonds[/b] -
[indent]Upon placing her hand on an object she can weaken the molecular bonds, making the material rather brittle.[/indent][/indent][/i][/hider]
[color=1a7b30][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
[i][indent]Nil is rather mundane in most peoples minds. She is meticulous about her routines. Sleep at a certain time, wake up at a certain time. Wake up, train, eat, education, eat, education, train, eat, sleep. If anyone would catch Nil outside of her routine focus she shows her compassionate and endearing qualities. Her kindness towards those in need, to natural beings. She can be very protective at times when she determines there is an injustice against someone innocent.[/indent][/i]
[color=1a7b30][b]Background:[/b][/color]
[i][indent]Nilfendra is the only child of a modestly known Light Elven family. Most do not know of her family as it's not displayed broadly though they are near solely responsible of Light Elven armaments; most specifically the royal family and any ceremonial pieces. Despite the position their family owned a rather unassuming home on the outskirts of the main capital. They held a simple homestead, taking from the land only enough to survive and continue their work and duty.

Nilfendra since she could remember hated their position in life. Her father constantly using his time to forge weapons and et cetera. Her mother constantly tending to the house, the land, and her fathers needs. Because she was most often left to her own devices she would play with her fathers practice swords. When her body grew tired she would sit around in the forge room and simply watch sparks shoot off the anvil under the strike of the hammer. She had a complicated relationship with it all. Hating how it kept her father away but loving the beauty of the craft.

As Nilfendra began to come up in age she became an apprentice under her father; somewhat against her wishes. She had always wanted to be a fighter. Though for a time she resolved herself that this was simply her fate under Amalya. Each morning she was taught to praise Amalya before the forging began. To praise her once more at the end of the days work. Once the piece was complete it was to be offered to Amalya's figure and receive her blessing. She found this to be more ritual than actual improvements to their work. Nilfendra beginning to become frustrated that her father kept giving praise to someone else when he put in all the work and got barely anything for it, simply for the fact of 'ritualistic offerings.'

Even though these thoughts arose within her, she continued her duty to learn the craft. After a couple of years she finally began to become proficient and consistent with her craft. Now achieving this level her father began to teach Nilfendra the secret of their craft. Molecular manipulation magic. After forging and shaping the piece he would use his magic to refine it into a more pristine and powerful item. Using the magic to make the blades sharper than a razor, stronger than a shield. Light steel plate armor stronger than a denser plate. Leather's as sturdy as iron. As she began to learn this new craft her father immediately noticed how natural she was to it. This increasing his training speed with her in this technique.

Learning this new magic she began to theorize new ways to use the magic. Thinking that if it interacted with materials, it could potentially work on the body. When she was done with her work day she would spend time alone practicing on insects. It started off poorly and it was difficult to really know if it were working. It took a few days before she got up the courage to test on herself. The first time she tried she damaged her leg quite badly. From it she was laid up in bed for the next two days. After that mistake she knew it could work, though she needed to focus on how to repair herself first before she could start empowering herself.

From that point she began to make small superficial cuts on her leg and trying to help speed up the healing. At the start it began to make the wounds worse. Though through adjustments she was able to slowly seal the small cut. After a few weeks she was able to heal the superficial cut within a few hours. Feeling confident she could help her body heal she began to work on empowering her body with her magic.

The following years was dedicated to doing her work as fast as she could so she could start her secret training outside of sight of her parents. While this was happening the rage against Amalya festered. How she was forced to constantly offer her fathers hard work to a figure. Never gaining the fame her father deserved. Eventually the fester blistered over into an outburst during one of the ritual offerings. This erupted into an argument with her father, telling him to stop offering his hard work up to a deity that doesn't even care about him. To take the credit he deserves. It was a long fight, Nilfendra doesn't remember the finer details. She just remembers getting to the breaking point and deciding she needed out, to gain fame for herself and she couldn't do that here. So she took her best made weapon, a stylish rapier, and left the home. Becoming a Rogue elf and forsaking the deities. Beginning her pilgrimage to find her fame as a fighter, as she had always wished.[/indent][/i]

[hider=Sample Post][i]Nilfendra eyes like clockwork slowly blinked open as she awoke for the day. Minute before sunrise, as if she knew the sun were about to rise before the rest of the town. Nil laid there in bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as she gave her mind a moment to fully gain consciousness. Finally moments later Nil tried to sit herself up, groaning sharply and falling back in bed. She grabbed at her side as a pain radiated at her ribs and outwardly.

She had pushed herself too far yesterday, trying to increase how far her magic could take her body. She was all to familiar with this pain, though it didn't hurt any less. Closing her eyes she took small breaths as she began to radiate magic through herself. A skill she had become quite intimate with is her ability to increase her own ability to heal herself. Faintly wincing as the warmth traveled through her body before focusing at her ribs.

She then removed her hand, faintly panting as if the pain had made her forget how important breathing was. Catching her breath she pushed herself up on the edge of the bed, hanging her legs off the side of the bed and letting her upper half slump low. Her arms reached upward, pulling her back up straight. Arching her back and twisting herself about to loosen her muscles before pushing herself up to her feet.

Nil pulled her clothes over her body, taking a bit of time to get on all the pieces that made up her ensemble. After each piece was placed she went over to the dresser, picking up her rapier by the sheath and clipping it onto her specialized belt. She took a moment, looking down at the handle of her weapon. Eyeing over the faint rune carefully inlaid. Letting her fingers softly brush across the texture and allowing her mind wander to the past for only a moment.[/i][/hider]