[hider=Nimueh] [center][h1]Nimueh[/h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/44/e1/cb/44e1cb818fa945280b52a9eac77a19f1.jpg[/img] << [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbP0wsey89E]Theme: Dzivia - Wild Hunt[/url] >>[/center] [h3]Nimueh Dreadclaw ⋆ 138 ⋆ Female ⋆ Elf[/h3][/center] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Appearance[/u] [b]Height:[/b] [indent]6"0'[/indent] [b]Weight:[/b] [indent]127 pounds[/indent] [b]Hair Color:[/b] [indent]Black[/indent] [b]Eye Color:[/b] [indent]Icy blue[/indent] [b]Skin Tone:[/b] [indent]Pale[/indent] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Psychology[/u] [b]Likes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ The Wilds ⋆ Hunting ⋆ Making her father proud [/indent] [b]Dislikes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ Parties ⋆ Diplomacy ⋆ Any race except for the Dark Elves [/indent] [b]Fears:[/b] [indent] ⋆ Failure, specifically failing her father ⋆ Death ⋆ Losing her father [/indent] [b]Sexuality:[/b] [indent]Heterosexual[/indent] [b]Personality:[/b] [indent]Unlike her father, the famed general Xenelith, Nimueh is an often reclusive person. Since birth, she got along better with wolf cubs than other dark elves. Later in youth, she never really got along with those of her own kind either. She wasn't bullied (or at least not more than most) nor excluded needlessly. Still she never found someone to truly connect with. After decades those she had called friends drifted away. Since then she became almost entirely selfless. Save for one person. She would do anything for her father. The man that always made her feel like she belonged. None the less she is a dark elf. One raised with the last name "Dreadclaw". Which meant that she was taught how to be cruel the very moment she knew what cruelty was. The love her father showed her was balanced by the hatred he imbued her with towards the other races. The endless stories he told her about the times before the war were etched in her mind. Her father had known early on that she would never play well with others. To that end he honed her to be a singular blade in the dark. The arrow from the shadows. To her there is no protecting or saving others. Nimueh has fallen into the same flaws as her father in his youth though. Much like him in his younger years she is ill-tempered. It has been a challenge to keep her calm for all these years. She has been itching to sail for Avalia and start slaying her foes. Some would say - only behind hers and her father's back - that she's a rabid dog. Those men have never seen her angry. She doesn't shout or scream or grunt. All the rage and hatred she holds is honed into perfect focus. Her admirers would call her brave. Others would call her headstrong and foolish. When she has chosen her prey, nothing can stop her. She is fast and adaptable, having survived sometimes for years out in the harsh wilds of Daka. She strives to emulate her father. To that end, she has recently tried to read books. Still, she's not that clever. She can lay a clever trap but in a debate, she'll flounder and fail. Often times she still lets herself be led by emotions. Even when calm Nimueh is a cold person. Very few, if anyone, would follow her in battle. She makes enemies, true enemies that would want her dead, far easier than she makes friends. And those few friends she makes never stick around. Sometimes, in her loneliest hours, she believes that she needs to connect to someone. Someone that would make her laugh and would laugh at her jokes. Not that she's particularly funny though. Still, sometimes in her darkest hours, she would doubt her own life and question if things could be different. All those times though she has always come to the conclusion that no, her life cannot be different. That loneliness, the way she was raised and her own personality definitely would make for someone that most normal people would call "disturbed". Some would say she is more akin to an animal. Not just because of her cruelty or detachment from dark elven society but because of her drive as well. She's restless. Uncontrollable. If she found her prey she can hunt it day and night without sleep or rest.[/indent] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Background[/u] [b]Occupation[/b] [indent]Huntress[/indent] [b]Living Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]Xenelith Dreadclaw - Father[/indent] [b]Dead Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]Sillae Dreadclaw - Mother[/indent] [b]Current Companions:[/b] [indent]None[/indent] [b]Current and Past Lover(s):[/b] [indent]Despite her coldness she has had a string of "lovers" that have shared her bed. Most of the time though it was only for the physical aspect of the relationship and she has always grown bored of it.[/indent] [b]History:[/b] [indent]Nimueh was born from a very strange union. Xenelith was an accomplished warrior and a general known for his inspiring but cruel leadership. Her mother, Sillae, was a blessed priestess of Halastra also called the Lady of Sorrows. Despite that, she never truly inherited aspects of either of them. From a young age, it was clear that Nimueh was just outright bad at making friends. She kept to herself most of the time and scared away anyone that got close. For a dark elf, these are dangerous traits. Few survive Daka on their own. She did not show a real aptitude for magic either. Luckily Over the years, her talents revealed themselves. Even as a 55-year-old she was swift and quiet. At the age of 78, Xenelith took her out into the wilderness of Daka for an extended hunt. To his own surprise, she managed to fell a giant spider with her bow. Since then Xenelith knew what talent his daughter possessed and knew that she would be vital for the war to come. In the years afterward, Nimueh grew as a hunter. She learned how to track her prey through snow or swamp. Every year she felled larger prey. Eventually, when she turned 100, she entered the service of the army. She shot through the ranks on her own merit using a false last name. At the age of 120, she arrived before her father as Nimueh Ravenshot. When she turned 125 her father bestowed upon her two gifts. The first was a medallion worn by one of the assassins that had killed the light elf elders a millennia ago. The second was a task: find a great warrior on Avalia’s mainland and kill him. Three years later she came back with the pointed ears of a light elf. Since that day she has served her father as a relentless hunter. Now, as the inevitable war grows closer, Nimueh has been honing her skills by hunting slaves like they are sport. Waiting when she can start to hunt her true prey: the free races of Avalia.[/indent] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Combat and Magic[/u]: [b]Strength:[/b] 4 [b]Speed on Land:[/b] 7 [b]Speed in Air:[/b] 0 [b]Magical Ability:[/b] 2 [b]Dexterity:[/b] 8 [b]Weapon Proficiency:[/b] 7 [b]Stealth:[/b] 8 [b]Subspecies:[/b] [indent]Dark Elf[/indent] [b]Best Abilities:[/b] [indent]Tracking and archery[/indent] [/hider]