Name: Nuala Pubul Aiseir
Nickname(If any): Nala
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Occupation: None
District: In the Sanatorium
Supernatural/Human(If supernatural, which one): She is a Witch and comes into the story possessed by a demon.
Any associated powers:
1. Astral projection
2. Blunt telekinesis
3. Telepathic Empathy- she can project emotions and receive emotions. It mostly helps with animals but it has unpredictable affects on ghosts because they use their emotional power to manifest, zero or limited use on vampires.
4. Can start fires with her mind but not easily nor is it always predictably.
*NOTE: In the beginning of the story she will not really be aware of what she can do and so her powers will unfold as we go along.
Appearance
Height: 5'0
Build: Thin but stocky
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Skin Tone: pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
1. A burn scar on the palm of her right hand and
2. A long, inch thick, red scar that snakes up the left side of her back over her left shoulder and ends halfway down her left arm. It is her witches brand to remind her that she belongs to the devil.
Personal Style: She's terribly self-conscious about her scar and tends to dress very conservatively. She likes to wear bulky clothes with lots of pockets.
Personality: She doesn't trust anyone quickly, she feels like a fish out of water and has no place to call home. She is intelligent and resourceful but she has been through a lot and she has not been able to process the events of her life thus far.
Backstory(At least two short paragraphs) Nala's grandfather emigrated to the Americas as an Ulster Scot, someone who lived on the borders of Scotland and Ireland, in order to free himself from the state Church of Scotland and practice his more Puritanical Christian religion. He and Nala's grandmother first settled in the Carolinas and the family did well as farmers for a time. Eventually, they gave birth to Nala's father and her aunt's.
When Manifest Destiny caught fire in America the Aiseir family felt the call of the Lord to spread the good word of the Gospel to the untamed and savage people of the West, overnight Nala went from a simple farm girl to a homesteader and a missionary for the Lord.
The long trek across America butchered the family in the way that it did to so many during that time. Nala was there as first her grandfather died of dysentery, then one of her aunt's died from a snake bite. Shortly thereafter Nala experienced a tragedy which broke her spirit. It happened on a bright, full moon night when a group of werewolves waylaid the caravan and she watched as the rest of her family, along with the remaining members of her Puritan congregation, were slaughtered like so many helpless lambs.
The night the caravan was attacked she had been exploring some caves she had seen when they crossed the Mississippi river earlier that day. Inside of one of those caverns she met an old hag sitting by a fire. The hag told her that her family was being killed right at that moment. Nala didn't believe her of course until the old witch showed her a vision in the fire. Entranced, Nala watched the bloody chaos, and her heart sunk in her chest. The hag then tempted the young girl with promises of comfort, power, and strength. She told Nala that her father in Hell loved her, and could protect her, for her father in Heaven had abandoned her. Nala succumbed, and took the vow that night to serve the darkness in exchange for what solace the Devil would give.
The Devil is the father of all lies, and tricked the poor girl. Later that night, when the hag told her it was safe, Nala quietly began walking back to the camp. With every step she felt colder, number, until her body felt like somebody else's. Her vision clouded and seemed to float out of her head. Suddenly, she was watching herself walk, but she had no control of her body. Helpless, she watched her body walk faster, and faster, until it was hoping across the prairie. She saw her body begin to twitch and flail as it ran, and it began to make grotesque, inhuman noses.
The Nala creature made it to the caravan and there the thing possessing Nala's body gloried in the unholy violence of the scene. It feasted on the human remains sprawled around the site, painted her body in blood, and lit the wagons on fire. It then looked over it's shoulder and locked eyes with spirit Nala, and with a sickening grin it took a red hot railroad spike from the fire and carved a deep, burning groove from Nala's back and down her arm. Then, everything went dark.
Nala woke up in the Sanatorium. She doesn't know where she is or how long it's been since that night or how she got to the facility. The first thing she did when she woke up and was looking through her own eyes again was weep, and she wept until she fell asleep. For the moment she is back in her body and in control, who knows what might happen next.
Skills/Specialties:
1, farming, sewing, coming, and other common skills for a girl her age.
2. Archery, she's always liked using a bow and arrow set
3. Singing: she sang hymns for her congregation and was asked frequently to do solo performances.
4. She was brought up speaking Gaelic as her first language and she still speaks with a little bit of an accent.
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