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Name:Nungal -Last Name Unknown, chosen of Ereshkigal. Also sometimes Hand of Nergal.
Age:In excess of 6000 years. Appears to be a teenager.
Birthdate:
July/23rd
Gender: Female
Nationality:Sumerian -Country has been dead for millenia, though.
Height:
4'8"
Weight:
140
Fashion Sense:
Nungal is painfully aware of the changing fashion sense through the eras, and has settled for baggy young woman's clothes, with hoodies and baggy jeans combined with training shoes in order to not catch much attention among crowds.
Distinguishing Features:
Nungal is a petite woman, often confused by a teenager. She is lean and toned, almost scrawny, with the physique of a dancer or someone who exerts a considerable level of physical activity, which is only apparent when she chooses to discard her otherwise baggy clothes.
Personality Questions:
Backstory:
Once upon a time, during the dawn of civilization, a child was born in the ancient city of Uruk. A misbegotten girl, she did not resemble her parents, having inherited the paleness of the dead in her skin, and the red of blood in her eyes. Baffled, her parents offered her to the underworld and her Queen, Ereshkigal.
The temple shaped her into what she would become later, and the name Nungal was bestowed upon her. For she had been "adopted" by the goddess in a symbolic way, and to take after the actual goddess borne of the queen of the Underworld who would take punishment upon the wicked.
Her blades reached upon the wicked and the foul, those that Ereshkigal and her terrible husband, Nergal, desidered to be brought under heel, becoming one of Uruk's enforcers in the shadow while the tales of heroes and gods dazzled the populace of the budding city. Her life was monotonous, and hard... but she had earned recognition among those who turned their eyes into the terrible underworld and their spirits.
Up until the Sin of the Sky arrived. Without warning, and like a sword of fire it carved its way to the bosom of the earth...where those whose deeds were so foul for their names to ever be recorded, managed to bring a piece... of the edge of all Creation. When Nungal saw the mishappen rock, she could barely stay sane, her every fiber of being wanting to reject such impossibility.
That was when they struck her, so dazzled she was, she could not pay attention to their powerful arts and techniques, for these foul people were committed to perform the ultimate sacrilege: To assassinate gods. When her body ran cold due to bloodloss she thought she could hear her mistress whispering about her failure and inevitable dead. With such wounds sustained, it was impossible for her to survive.
Unless she bent the rules. Grabbing a shard of the unknown, eldritch power, her fractured mind understood. She could sunder. She could break. Even Death... could die itself. Stabbing herself in the heart, she killed the bond that all mortals had with the underworld, and rose again from the dead. This time, she was the one who caught her opponents flat footed, and managed to defeat them.
The Sin of the Sky disappeared not long after, destroyed by the very gods it would be pointed at... and only Nungal and her shard remained. The day was won, but not without cost. For her defiance, Nungal's soul was claimed by several gods for justice, including both Ereshkigal and Nergal... and each one bore ferocious arguments of who should smite her.
As a result , she would never die. She would never age. All damage would come undone, as she would await for her judgement. Eventually months became years. Years became centuries. Civilizations rose and fall, and some gods faded in obscurity to be replaced by newer ones... but the debate continued and raged. In the meantime, Nungal did what she was taught to do... to punish the wicked. In the meantime, she lived as best as she could, enjoying the commodities of each era.
Six thousands years later, things seemed to accelerate. New heroes and villains spring forth, and new skills were discovered. Maybe Nungal's fate will be decided once and for all... but it was a long and productive journey.
Abilities:
Timeless Immortal: Nungal can't die. The other life is barred to her, so she usually ends up back in the realm of living. Soul entrapment works fine, but only for a limited amount of time, until she eventually breaks free and returns to her body. Since the world of the living is for live people, all injuries are healed like a tape gone in reverse. However the timescale of this "rewind correction" depends on how much her physical form was disrupted. Being atomized probably takes centuries to heal. It also does not give any kind of pain relief whatsoever.
Master of All: Nungal has had a long time to learn every single human craft known. One has to assume that she is a master of what she does with two huge caveats. One, she simply sucks at arts like singing or poetry (with dancing being the only art she can truly excel at), and technologies that bloomed in the past 40 years still evade her.
Timeless Mystic: However, for magical and the occult, Nungal is surprisingly powerful, since she knows all the ancient spoopy rituals that those living in the ages where gods and forces of nature ruled. She can whip up mean counterspells and even summon things that were probably long-lost to this world otherwise. However, she requires components and energy to do that, and the same bickering gods that make her immortality loophole work might take notice and end said discrepancy... thus killing her.
Nimble: Nungal's modest physique is rather dexterous and agile.
Equipment:
Book of Irkalla: Also known as the Book of the Underworld, it is the book bestowed to any follower of Ereshkigal which includes all of their sorcery spells. It is a great find, provided you can decipher cuneiform scripture. The original was made in clay tablets, but at some point Nungal improved upon the design to make it a pocket-sized lecture. It also includes newer spells from more modern eras.
Unknown Weapon: A steel dagger made of an eerie iron meteorite. Rumoured to have come from the edge of the universe and having been tainted with ...whatever lurks beyond. Even Nungal isn't sure of what the thing is actually doing, but a good hit will damage anything, just by the mere fact of being of this reality. This weapon could potentially kill gods and disrupt abstract concepts, but usually the damage can be undone given enough time. The opposite also applies, as the dagger will recover from being shattered or broken given enough time. The dagger is usually sealed in a magically warded sheath, which can only be undone with the keyword "Sunder".
Other:
Feel free to add past events where she angered others. She also is a foodie, and loves junk food with passion. It's one thing that she never got back in the old eras.
"Ah sh*t, here we go again."
Name:Nungal -Last Name Unknown, chosen of Ereshkigal. Also sometimes Hand of Nergal.
Age:In excess of 6000 years. Appears to be a teenager.
Birthdate:
July/23rd
Gender: Female
Nationality:Sumerian -Country has been dead for millenia, though.
Appearance:
Height:
4'8"
Weight:
140
Fashion Sense:
Nungal is painfully aware of the changing fashion sense through the eras, and has settled for baggy young woman's clothes, with hoodies and baggy jeans combined with training shoes in order to not catch much attention among crowds.
Distinguishing Features:
Nungal is a petite woman, often confused by a teenager. She is lean and toned, almost scrawny, with the physique of a dancer or someone who exerts a considerable level of physical activity, which is only apparent when she chooses to discard her otherwise baggy clothes.
Biography:
Personality Questions:
-You're fighting a worthy opponent who you're about to defeat, then they forsake their humanity and give up their self just to beat you, how do you react?
"It's on, bitch."
-A good friend of yours abandons you and everyone they know in the pursuit of strength, how do you feel?
"I would feel sad. Good friends are hard to come by. And then I would take my time to find the most throughout way to take them down before they can do the same to me. "
-Someone you have romantic interest enters a relationship with someone else, what do you do?
"Let it go... Let It GoOoO...cough, ack."
-How do you feel about explosions?
"Too noisy. Reminds me of thunderclap."
-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
"Cut my losses, learn more and rethink my strategy. In the end it all matters who's left standing."
-Where do you go when you die?
"That's a good question. They've been trying to sort it out for over five millenia."
-What's your worst nightmare?
"Surviving the destruction of earth and spending an eternity choking in the cold void outer space until something else happens."
-Do you believe in karma?
"Oh you mean yet another system to represent retribution... sure why not? Whatever floats your boat."
-Can evil people be rehabilitated?
"Anyone can, with enough time and effort. The real question is, can we afford it?"
-Are you a bad person?
"To some yes. To others, not so much. It's in the eye of the beholder, but don't tell the gods."
"It's on, bitch."
-A good friend of yours abandons you and everyone they know in the pursuit of strength, how do you feel?
"I would feel sad. Good friends are hard to come by. And then I would take my time to find the most throughout way to take them down before they can do the same to me. "
-Someone you have romantic interest enters a relationship with someone else, what do you do?
"Let it go... Let It GoOoO...cough, ack."
-How do you feel about explosions?
"Too noisy. Reminds me of thunderclap."
-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
"Cut my losses, learn more and rethink my strategy. In the end it all matters who's left standing."
-Where do you go when you die?
"That's a good question. They've been trying to sort it out for over five millenia."
-What's your worst nightmare?
"Surviving the destruction of earth and spending an eternity choking in the cold void outer space until something else happens."
-Do you believe in karma?
"Oh you mean yet another system to represent retribution... sure why not? Whatever floats your boat."
-Can evil people be rehabilitated?
"Anyone can, with enough time and effort. The real question is, can we afford it?"
-Are you a bad person?
"To some yes. To others, not so much. It's in the eye of the beholder, but don't tell the gods."
Backstory:
Once upon a time, during the dawn of civilization, a child was born in the ancient city of Uruk. A misbegotten girl, she did not resemble her parents, having inherited the paleness of the dead in her skin, and the red of blood in her eyes. Baffled, her parents offered her to the underworld and her Queen, Ereshkigal.
The temple shaped her into what she would become later, and the name Nungal was bestowed upon her. For she had been "adopted" by the goddess in a symbolic way, and to take after the actual goddess borne of the queen of the Underworld who would take punishment upon the wicked.
Her blades reached upon the wicked and the foul, those that Ereshkigal and her terrible husband, Nergal, desidered to be brought under heel, becoming one of Uruk's enforcers in the shadow while the tales of heroes and gods dazzled the populace of the budding city. Her life was monotonous, and hard... but she had earned recognition among those who turned their eyes into the terrible underworld and their spirits.
Up until the Sin of the Sky arrived. Without warning, and like a sword of fire it carved its way to the bosom of the earth...where those whose deeds were so foul for their names to ever be recorded, managed to bring a piece... of the edge of all Creation. When Nungal saw the mishappen rock, she could barely stay sane, her every fiber of being wanting to reject such impossibility.
That was when they struck her, so dazzled she was, she could not pay attention to their powerful arts and techniques, for these foul people were committed to perform the ultimate sacrilege: To assassinate gods. When her body ran cold due to bloodloss she thought she could hear her mistress whispering about her failure and inevitable dead. With such wounds sustained, it was impossible for her to survive.
Unless she bent the rules. Grabbing a shard of the unknown, eldritch power, her fractured mind understood. She could sunder. She could break. Even Death... could die itself. Stabbing herself in the heart, she killed the bond that all mortals had with the underworld, and rose again from the dead. This time, she was the one who caught her opponents flat footed, and managed to defeat them.
The Sin of the Sky disappeared not long after, destroyed by the very gods it would be pointed at... and only Nungal and her shard remained. The day was won, but not without cost. For her defiance, Nungal's soul was claimed by several gods for justice, including both Ereshkigal and Nergal... and each one bore ferocious arguments of who should smite her.
As a result , she would never die. She would never age. All damage would come undone, as she would await for her judgement. Eventually months became years. Years became centuries. Civilizations rose and fall, and some gods faded in obscurity to be replaced by newer ones... but the debate continued and raged. In the meantime, Nungal did what she was taught to do... to punish the wicked. In the meantime, she lived as best as she could, enjoying the commodities of each era.
Six thousands years later, things seemed to accelerate. New heroes and villains spring forth, and new skills were discovered. Maybe Nungal's fate will be decided once and for all... but it was a long and productive journey.
Abilities:
Timeless Immortal: Nungal can't die. The other life is barred to her, so she usually ends up back in the realm of living. Soul entrapment works fine, but only for a limited amount of time, until she eventually breaks free and returns to her body. Since the world of the living is for live people, all injuries are healed like a tape gone in reverse. However the timescale of this "rewind correction" depends on how much her physical form was disrupted. Being atomized probably takes centuries to heal. It also does not give any kind of pain relief whatsoever.
Master of All: Nungal has had a long time to learn every single human craft known. One has to assume that she is a master of what she does with two huge caveats. One, she simply sucks at arts like singing or poetry (with dancing being the only art she can truly excel at), and technologies that bloomed in the past 40 years still evade her.
Timeless Mystic: However, for magical and the occult, Nungal is surprisingly powerful, since she knows all the ancient spoopy rituals that those living in the ages where gods and forces of nature ruled. She can whip up mean counterspells and even summon things that were probably long-lost to this world otherwise. However, she requires components and energy to do that, and the same bickering gods that make her immortality loophole work might take notice and end said discrepancy... thus killing her.
Nimble: Nungal's modest physique is rather dexterous and agile.
Equipment:
Book of Irkalla: Also known as the Book of the Underworld, it is the book bestowed to any follower of Ereshkigal which includes all of their sorcery spells. It is a great find, provided you can decipher cuneiform scripture. The original was made in clay tablets, but at some point Nungal improved upon the design to make it a pocket-sized lecture. It also includes newer spells from more modern eras.
Unknown Weapon: A steel dagger made of an eerie iron meteorite. Rumoured to have come from the edge of the universe and having been tainted with ...whatever lurks beyond. Even Nungal isn't sure of what the thing is actually doing, but a good hit will damage anything, just by the mere fact of being of this reality. This weapon could potentially kill gods and disrupt abstract concepts, but usually the damage can be undone given enough time. The opposite also applies, as the dagger will recover from being shattered or broken given enough time. The dagger is usually sealed in a magically warded sheath, which can only be undone with the keyword "Sunder".
Other:
Feel free to add past events where she angered others. She also is a foodie, and loves junk food with passion. It's one thing that she never got back in the old eras.
