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| + | ''"I'm sure there's a good reason it's forbidden-- |
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| + | ''--But I don't care." |
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| + | Careless and headstrong, Niain brazenly goes where no other self respecting Kal'dorei would venture. |
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| + | She studies the Arcane. The forbidden part of life. Just another taboo this woman explores. From the simple arcane missles, to the complex weaveing of a portal -- however, not ones directed to the major cities -- she has a hunger for this knowledge to match even the most ravenous of these new blood elves. |
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| + | Fueled by the need for power and that need to best the magi that always seem to be besting her in one way or another, she has spent many weeks in what once was the orc homeworld, simply slaughtering. Her blades find the throats of Sin'dorei, and her gifted fingers find their signets. Which soon enough fall into the hands of a Scryer higherup, and she earns herself a teasing tidbit of old magic. Most may be seen as simply worthless, but she'll find a use for the most mundane of abilities. |
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| + | However, that is not all that she studies. It was simply her.. starting point. Her eyes may as well change colors, her addiction has progressed far. One fateful night in the basement of the Slaughtered Lamb, and she discovered that shadow magic was not only closely related to the Arcane, but she could practice this magic openly : The Temple taught priestesses shadow magic, it must not be only frowned upon, instead of forbidden. Good enough for her to come out with her secret. |
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| + | From there it has only grown, as one may expect. The elements were tried, although her abilities with those are pitiful at best. And Elune forbid she even [i]try[/i] druidism again, it's as if there's a .. a wall between her and the ability. Only bit she could gain was some vague awareness when a "fellow" druid was nearby. That has only enhanced her envy of those embraced by Nature. |
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Revision as of 22:03, 3 May 2007
Sorry about the wait, I'll finish this up eventually! Keep checking back for more
Basic Informay
- Full Name: Niain Bloodraven
- In-Game: Niain
- Nickname: Niain
- Loyalties: Herself.
- Title: The Unforgiving.
- Race: Kal'dorei
- Class: Rogue
- Professions: Leatherworking and skinning, Expert Alchemy / Toxin Work
- Age: Unknown to even her
- Sex: Female
- Hair: Long silken, white tresses fall down to just above her waist
- Eyes: Hidden by the soft, pearly glow.
- Height: 6' 5"
Physical Description
((For now, see my RSP description. I'll add to this later. ^_~ ))
Standard Attire
Don't touch what you can't afford.
And I'm priceless.
- Wearing outfits always tight and revealing, it could be said that the elf has something of an exhibitionist inside of her. A simple wardrobe of perhaps two or three outfits, including what she would call her battle armor - just a random gathering of whatever works best - she often be seen in the same thing for days straight.
- Always on her right bicep is a piece of cloth intricately cut and shaped into a proud appearing Raven. Sleek wings tossed back, and the beak pressing out, it seems primed to use the beak to gouge an eye or two out. Its edges are frayed, and the color a dull pink, obviously faded by sun and time.
The meaning of this cloth is rarely explained, but touching it could mean a deathwish.
((Not finished. Need to figure out which of Nia's many outfits to describe here. ^_~))
Her Past
"Sometimes memories are left behind for a reason." - A wise sister.
Early Rememberance
(( This'll be fleshed out later. ))
Niain: In Depth
What isn't remembered, never happened.
Memory is meerly a record.
I need only rewrite that record
Niain's Way of Life
((Reserved, to come soon!))
Niain's Thoughts
((See above statement!))
Niain's Passion
"I'm sure there's a good reason it's forbidden-- --But I don't care."
Careless and headstrong, Niain brazenly goes where no other self respecting Kal'dorei would venture. She studies the Arcane. The forbidden part of life. Just another taboo this woman explores. From the simple arcane missles, to the complex weaveing of a portal -- however, not ones directed to the major cities -- she has a hunger for this knowledge to match even the most ravenous of these new blood elves. Fueled by the need for power and that need to best the magi that always seem to be besting her in one way or another, she has spent many weeks in what once was the orc homeworld, simply slaughtering. Her blades find the throats of Sin'dorei, and her gifted fingers find their signets. Which soon enough fall into the hands of a Scryer higherup, and she earns herself a teasing tidbit of old magic. Most may be seen as simply worthless, but she'll find a use for the most mundane of abilities.
However, that is not all that she studies. It was simply her.. starting point. Her eyes may as well change colors, her addiction has progressed far. One fateful night in the basement of the Slaughtered Lamb, and she discovered that shadow magic was not only closely related to the Arcane, but she could practice this magic openly : The Temple taught priestesses shadow magic, it must not be only frowned upon, instead of forbidden. Good enough for her to come out with her secret.
From there it has only grown, as one may expect. The elements were tried, although her abilities with those are pitiful at best. And Elune forbid she even [i]try[/i] druidism again, it's as if there's a .. a wall between her and the ability. Only bit she could gain was some vague awareness when a "fellow" druid was nearby. That has only enhanced her envy of those embraced by Nature.