Post by nievbi on May 21, 2011 7:50:17 GMT -6
NIEVBI S'ENDRA BLOODTONGUE
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NAME: Nievbi S'endra Bloodtongue
NICKNAMES: Nix
GENDER: Female
AGE: 28
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
HOME: Wilderness North of Varrock
OCCUPATION: Warrior
THEME SONG: Amaranth (Nightwish)
APPERANCE: Nievbi is 5'3" and weighs in at 55kgs. Her skin is a snowy white, her eyes a deep, blood-red, her shoulder-length hair a midnight black. A silvery scar runs through her face, from her left eyebrow to low on her right cheek. She is slim with only very slight curves, and sharp, jutting hipbones. Her body is laced with scars ranging from silver to just-healed pink. Her lips are naturally bruise-purple and her lower lip is fuller than her upper one. She has large fangs for canine teeth, though the right one is chipped and has just over half of it missing. Her tiny, bony hands have fingers tipped with purple-black claws. Between her shoulder blades is a tattoo of the Ouroboros, though it is somewhat stylised. Her palms are marked with the same tattoo. (See tattoo-- ouroboricphilosophy.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/ouroboros042.gif )
For clothing she currently wears a what is essentially a black bikini top with an ornate trimming in gold thread. From the underside of the shirt hang bulky metal chains that attach to the waistband of her black soft leather trousers. The trousers are tucked into knee-high black leather boots that are laced up the front, with golden medium high heels. She wears a copper ouroboros chocker that has gone blue-green from oxidation.
PERSONALITY: Nievbi is aggressive and completely incapable of tolerating anything that she perceives as stupid. She'd rather draw her blade than talk things out, and she'd rather bloody a nose and bang some heads together than try to bring peace about. And if she can't get away with violence, she'll just remove the problem. Two farmers fighting over a sheep? She will kill that damn sheep and eat it. Creepy old guy harassing local peasants? Burn his house down with him in it. This, in her opinion, solves the problem, and she can't figure out why the idiot humans around her think differently. She doesn't understand a lot of things humans do. They make absolutely no sense to her, and if they didn't frequently line her pockets with gold, she'd probably kill them all. Except, possibly, the attractive ones. She has a little bit of a soft spot for pretty humans, and can usually be found fawning over the latest object of her affections before she gets bored with them and moves on. Very few people, of any species, can hold her attention for long. All it takes is one nagging flaw and she's gone before you can say 'heart breaker'.
She is usually angry at something, but if you push her far enough she'll hit first and ask questions later. She enters a berserker rage-- more than once she's come to in time to realise that she's put her fist through a window or smashed a chair (or, in one memorable case, a table) over someone's head. She usually comes off best in such confrontations, but many of the scars on her body were caused by these brawls. She is also banned from many of the finer drinking establishments of Mistgalin and a fair few of Asgarnia dew to her tendency to smash tankards over the heads of other patrons.
If you get on her good side, however, she can be very loyal and affectionate. She is very tactile with those she is fond of, constantly bombarding friends with hugs and snuggles. She is also prone to jealousy-- she doesn't like strangers touching or being overly friendly with her friends. It seriously bugs her when people she does not personally know interact in any way with people close to her. She's totally okay with her friends touching each other, but anyone outside of her circle makes her want to start throwing punches.
She's very curious and intelligent, despite her raw, brawler personality. She doesn't have a head for puzzles, but she does have a head for facts, and her encyclopedic knowledge of the world around her helps her to compose strategies perfectly tailored for her opponents.
LIKES:
- Pretty humans
- Cats
- Cloudy days
- Lute music
DIS-LIKES:
- Goblins
- Idiots
- Rainy days
- Harmonica's
HISTORY: Nievbi was born in a dug-out shelter in the wilderness to Ardra Swordclaw and N'rakar Bloodtongue. Ardra, her mother, left shortly after she was born to live nomadically in the wilderness, leaving her father, N'rakar, to raise Nievbi on his own. N'rakar was more of a killer than a parent, and would occasionally strike Nievbi in anger as she grew up, but he did his best to raise her to be a strong, proud Demon. He was a relatively good father, for a Demon, and it was probably due to his efforts that she survived despite her small size. He taught her to hunt and kill, and gave her basic lessons in swordplay. He was not very skilled with a blade, and was not the best teacher, but she caught on fast and began to teach herself once she had surpassed her father.
It soon became apparent that she had inherited her father's hot temper, and her anger issues grew as she got older. When she was roughly sixteen, her father grew tired of her snappishness, and forced her out of home with nothing more than the clothes she was in and the only possession of her mothers that they had left-- the Ouroboros choker. She set out on foot, avoiding the stronger inhabitants of the wilderness until she made it to Varrock. She found herself shunned by the human inhabitants of Varrock, and found herself raiding empty homes in search of money and food. Occasionally she even murdered stray humans to raid their bodies for useful supplies. She began selling that which she couldn't use, and built up small sums of money before blowing it all on alcohol, trying to drown her problems. She became a borderline alcoholic shortly after arriving in Varrock-- no one ever thought to check the age of the Demon before giving her what she was clearly willing to pay for. After all, who was willing to question a girl who could crush your elbow with her jaws?
By eighteen she was known as a dangerous figure in the back alleys of Varrock. She no longer had to steal-- all she had to do was threaten a passing crook and they'd do it for her. She got her tattoos at around this point, too-- the Ouroboros became her symbol, and areas that were considered her territory were marked by carvings of a dragon devouring its own tail on the walls and on the cobbles of the streets. None dared to cross her, and she lived up to her ruthless reputation-- however, she was greatly unhappy. She was bored and lonely, and eventually gave up on Varrock all together, and changed locations to Falador. She started fresh there; she met none that had heard of her, and she made a modest living by singing in taverns. She even made a handful of friends, who were doted upon and showered with her not inconsiderable affection. She had never had friends before, and felt compelled to show these ones how dear they were to her.
She probably could've lived like that for the rest of her days, but when she was twenty-four her friends left town for a few days in pursuit of a treasure rumour. They were ambushed by highwaymen and killed at a crossroad. When the news reached her, Nievbi lost it-- she smashed almost everything she owned into a thousand pieces in a fit of rage and grief, and left Falador in a red haze. She followed her friends trail, and found herself ambushed at the same crossroad. She killed every highwayman that she could get her hands on, and woke in a sea of other peoples blood. For the first time she could remember, she cried, cried until her lungs hurt and her throat was raw. Eventually she staggered to her feet and started walking. She didn't know where to, or even in which direction, but she eventually found herself in Port Sarim. She passed out, exhausted, on the wooden walkways of the docks.
She lived in Port Sarim for four years, earning food by running errands and stealing unguarded fish. However, one day she caught sight of her reflection in a window pane and really looked at it for the first time in years-- she was scarred and bruised and ragged. She was a mess. In that instant, she knew that her friends would never've wanted her to live like this. They would've wanted her to move on, to live to her potential. So she changed out of her ragged clothes into the only nice articles of clothing she still possessed, and set of for Lumbridge, ready to start anew.
[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]NICKNAME: Nievbi, or whatever variation of that you come you with.
AGE: 16
FOUNDATION: Through Pokemon Jiyuu
EXPERIENCE: ...Intermediate, I think.
FRIENDS: Nope~!
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