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Name: Nemain
Sex: Female
Race: Fallen (Formerly an angel, now, for all intents and purposes, pretty human)
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 125lbs
Occupation/Class: Warrior/Berseker/Hermit
Skin: Moon-pale, with an rosy undertone that tends to darken and become slightly more predominant when her lust rises.
Hair: A pure, bright white; wild and slightly varying lengths, in general it stops about mid-back.
Eyes: One bright green, one dark blue. They sparkle like gemstones and tend to hypnotize people.
Build: Slender but athletic, totally ultra-toned and conditioned muscle.
Clothing: A leather halter with a V shape; the sides barely cover the edges of her breasts, where the middle ends around the bottom of her sternum. A loose, patchwork, knee-length skirt of mostly leather, with various patches and panels of layers of tough canvas-like cloth. Her feet are tightly and cunningly wrapped in leather and cloth.
Strands of thick, calloused leather are bound to her hands, and wind up her arms all the way to her elbows; same with ankles to knees.
Personality: Strong and alluring, totally independent and generally emotionless; Nemain is quite mad. Almost all her other urges are overrode by the bloodlust she has yet to learn how to control. Her lust for battle always lurks behind her eyes, and though ostensibly on the side of Hell, she fights for the pure joy of it, against anyone.
Nemain also has an odd sexual complex. Her sexual lust tends to combine -with sad effects for anyone near her- with her bloodlust. Slaking one takes care of the other, and the bloodlust usually tends to eclipse sexual desires. She can come across as having multiple personalities, but there's just the one that tends to flip flop all over the place. She's cute and happy one moment, meaner than hell the next. She'll flirt with you until you're close enough to hit...
History: One of the first to rebel against God’s Will, Nemain was also among the first banished and given physical form. The new sensations available inspired odd cravings, and drove her somewhat mad. She immediately turned upon her fellow banished and slew them with her bare hands.
Abilities: Nemain is one hell of a fighter. She throws all she is into every swing, and her wrath increases her physical strength and speed manifold. Her anger makes her seem nigh-vulnerable, thus her opponents tend to be a little frightened of that. In battle, Nemain is nearly prescient –she usually manages to dodge blows she can’t see, and can kill someone no one else would notice.
She heals quickly, has fairly acute senses, can move silently, and is detested by nature –as are all her kind.
Effects: Other Fallen are drawn to her by the sheer power of her personality, though she tends to frighten most of them off almost at once.
Weapons/Armor: Nemain carries a stack of thin, sharpened sticks in an oversized quiver on her back. These are light and easy for her to throw while moving, though they won’t pierce much by way of armor. She carries a lightweight shield of woven bark and green sticks, wrapped tightly in thin leather, again, not useful for anything heavy, but it helps. Her main weapon is a large wooden club –more like a maul- studded with chips of flint and obsidian.
Ambition: Murder murder death death kill kill annihilation
[Note: Nemain is gorgeous, I just thought that making her a model of physical perfection would serve to accentuate the severe mental flaws. That and I’ve got this amazing picture of her in my head I’ll have to commission…]
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