Name: Nimethel
Age: 28
Description:
Coiled muscle and a lithe frame. As a Beastkin, Nimethel is built for long chases and longer stillness. Not exactly a strong arm, but fast and limber. Short for her kind, which she feels is an advantage in her typical line of work. Black-spotted grey fur and yellow cat’s eyes. Wears leathers and cloaks, tight fits, silver mane of hair done up in braids she once learned from the Dwarves.
Nimethel is curt before she is kind. Direct before she shows emotion. Not grumpy, but generally unfamiliar with immediate kindness and kinship. Formality serves her better, and is more honest when responding to hostility and caution than openness.
Race: Beastkin - Mountain lion
Nation: Feros-born
Magic type: Mana - Nimethel’s abilities are more obfuscation than grand displays of roaring storms and raging waters. She uses stealth, and enjoys the minimalist nature of proving that mana doesn’t need to be thrown like a weight in boxing matches.
Abilities:
Nimethel’s abilities center around hiding in plain sight. Flickers of light refracted to cover tracks, shadows curled where they didn't provide enough cover. If necessary Nimethel can use it offensively as well. Shadow-y tendrils to restrain or cut opponents. Illusions to distract and give her opportunity to strike in stealth. Owns an enchanted bow that allows her to fire magically conjured light arrows.
Background:
A beastkin with no tribe, Nimethel has survived the majority of Feros life stealing, reaving and particularly never staying in one place for far too long. Perhaps expected given Beastkin nomadic ways, but hers were always frequent. Leaving when the footing got too hot and her face was drawn on a wanted poster. She didn’t become a dragon rider by choice. Rather, Nimethel bonded with the only creature she ever could. A dragon who, much like herself, decidedly avoided the light and refused to be bound by pack or clan. The choice to actually join the alliance, however? That was a cruel proposition by government officials when Nimethel was finally in cuffs. Be sentenced or serve in an effort to fight a greater threat. That Nirri was implied a not-so-merciful end made the Beastkin clench her teeth and accept the terms. Not out of love or hate for something that may well be an unstoppable force, but because they might've hurt Nirri.
And that... Was enough.
Dragon name: Nyrrimae “Niri”
Type: Ferosi Bonepale Wyrm
Description:
A young female dragon of the Feros deserts where it roamed underground and endured warmth and cold alike. Nyrrimae is a Wyrmling that has lived her life in darkness and shadow. Effectively blind and senses by smell, hearing and a special membrane along her limbs, neck and tail to detect vibrations. Bonepale scales, paler eyes, frills along her spine. Three-toed claws on short legs mostly meant for digging through rough stone and dense dirt. The typical dragon's breath is a powerful echolocation that doubles as a sonic scream to disorient foes. Her wings are sturdy yet small, making travel for more than one rider an impossible task. She’s big, but not necessarily a giant. Relatively small and dense compared to many other dragons. Bulky in order to survive the land and endurance to withstand potential hazards. Nyrrimae isn’t fast, her kind never is.
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