Schrodinger's Nirvana
02-07-08, 06:34 PM
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Name: Nirvana
Age: It’s rude to ask a Lady’s age!
Race: Demonic/Dragon/Goddess trapped in a human's body.
Hair Color: Dark grey
Eye Color: Scarlet, whites of the eyes are black.
Height: 5”7
Weight: This isn’t pleasant either!
Occupation: Former Goddess of Chaos and Destruction, now powerless barmaid, formerly unemployed and wandering the streets.
Personality: Sarcastic and barely able to contain her anger, Nirvana appears to have little regard for anyone around her as she blusters through life. This confidence and arrogance only masks her confusion and feelings of inadequacy that’s pretty evident on her face when caught off guard or in a corner of some lonely distant bar. Being stripped of her powers has been a great shock to the woman, but her earthy, practical nature - and her sense of humour - has started to reveal itself with the work she has poured her energies into at the alehouse she now calls home.
Appearance: A human form! How curious! Short for the population of Althanas, she’s well-fleshed but active. Her hair is long, mostly straight, and kept back due to health and safety reasons except for the strands that escape it and frame her face. Her eyes? Narrowed, suspicious and frightened, her lips is often bitten in self consciousness unbecoming of one that once held a world in the palm of her hand. The busty wench is usually in a corset and bustle skirts with an offset of lace around her hands and long stripy socks. The fur around her neck? That’s actually alive. It’s called Tiddles. That’s Mister Tiddles to you.
History: There is nobody who has fallen as far as Nirvana has. Once, she worked as the Goddess of Chaos on a particularly no-name, backwards planet, attracting people to her like droves because of her unpredictability and, let’s face it, evil. She was, in fact, quite popular with her fellow divinity because under all that wrong-doing and hellfire was a rather charming woman with a filthy laugh who always had an ear for you if your priest was being a bit of an idiot or misinterpreting your Word.
Unfortunately however, balance was upset, and she grew to powerful. It was great for awhile, until a new Goddess rose, and people jumped onto the next Big Thing because that’s what people do after all. To lose one’s followers is rather unfortunate for the divine populace there, but all of them? Nirvana watched as her powers diminished, and her great winged draconic body crumble to nothing.
She was banished to Althanas by her opponent, there to fizzle out in terror at a world she doesn’t know without a chance of ever returning to challenge. Struggling to survive in such a flimsy body, she found her way to an alehouse that was at this time looking for a wench to wait tables.
So what’s a girl to do?
Her only salvation at the time was the Wintersmith, the Fire Lord and the Flower Lady, who had managed to band together to do something – she has some former powers, while most are locked away and she won’t die. Just yet. She just wishes they’d do something more than just check in with her, admire the décor then bugger off. Nirvana is desperate to go back home – she’s needed. Her world is out of balance now, worse than before, because at least things were exciting when she was in power!
Skills: Outside the field of battle, Nirvana is very good at lying, haggling for a better deal, is ambidextrous and is actually able to get her hands dirty without slaughtering peons. She’s also fast and has good balance; her fighting skills are…so-so. She can slap. And kick. And bite. That’s about it.
Nirvana has an affinity with Ice (right hand) and Fire (left hand), both the ways the world is supposed to end. What she knows right now are more close range, around 1- 3 meters when summoning a little fireball or some ice to hold someone down. The magic is formed with a wave of a hand, like a conductor; but does not last long. A little fireball can be flung at an enemy to surprise them, momentarily blind them in close contact, or with flesh on flesh contact, ice can hold someone in place or slip them up if Nirvana can't reach them. Magic - for the most part - is used as a distraction while she gets in there to take someone down. Upon growth however the elements will provide barriers, be used to help her lessen the damage of magic thrown at her and set fire to annoying people's houses. Strictly for business purposes of course.
Her skill is currently below average with them seeing as she’s not used them for so long, but this doesn’t mean she can’t get better at it and have better control and longer range. All the same, Nirvana can't really have faith in these powers which is why they are used for defense and distraction purposes only.
Hooked to her belt and hidden between the folds of her skirts are straps of throwing knives for battle – four belts, two on either side of her with six little blades each (24 blades in total which can naturally run out very quickly) She’s above average with them, and has the fallback of a larger knife for close combat which she’s below average at because by then she’s desperate and flailing hopelessly screaming “DIE DIE DIE!!” at the top of her voice. Yes, the blades slow her down when fully equipped, but as the blades are unloaded, she becomes faster.
Magic: Below Average
Throwing Knives:Average
Knife: Average
Equipment: She wears no armour bar her dress, but her boots are rather heavy for all their dainty looks and might have steel in the toe caps. The drunks at night certainly think that. The boots hamper her speed a bit but help provide stability and balance during battle while the skirts are full and light enough to move as she moves and not get too tangled up.
Tied to the belts at her waist is a lantern that’s normally closed up to hide the light inside. She takes it wherever she goes, the remains of her celestial powers made by the Fire Lord. The stronger she becomes the more the light will shine, the weaker…well, if the light goes out, Nirvana will die. She prefers it closed so then nobody will notice it and just think it’s an ornate square box, but it can light up any darkness.
Familiars: Upon awaking in the mortal world, Nirvana found a box addressed to her in the hand of one of her cohorts; the Wintersmith. It read, simply “IT IS DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE. TAKE THIS.” Curious, hopeful and full of beans, the former Goddess tore open the box to find a silvery-grey and black striped cat of the Main Coon variety sleeping inside. Wanting to call this something magnificent, or even just Schrödinger for the fact it was alive in said box, she was horrified to find a second note – the cat’s name was in fact Tiddles.
He is able to use a basic shield on her and is immune to most illusionary magics due to his creator’s element. He is also Nirvana’s Healer, but draws from her to do so, as she draws from him to do magic. Their symbiotic relationship is not well received by either however, Nirvana would like to make him into a real fur collar and Tiddles just wants to go home and get cuddles from his master. Nonetheless, in time they might get on.
Think of Tiddles as a babysitter. A four-legged mewling one the size of a small dog with a penchant for pickpocketing no matter how much Nirvana tells him not to.
Healing: Above Average
Shielding: Average
Name: Nirvana
Age: It’s rude to ask a Lady’s age!
Race: Demonic/Dragon/Goddess trapped in a human's body.
Hair Color: Dark grey
Eye Color: Scarlet, whites of the eyes are black.
Height: 5”7
Weight: This isn’t pleasant either!
Occupation: Former Goddess of Chaos and Destruction, now powerless barmaid, formerly unemployed and wandering the streets.
Personality: Sarcastic and barely able to contain her anger, Nirvana appears to have little regard for anyone around her as she blusters through life. This confidence and arrogance only masks her confusion and feelings of inadequacy that’s pretty evident on her face when caught off guard or in a corner of some lonely distant bar. Being stripped of her powers has been a great shock to the woman, but her earthy, practical nature - and her sense of humour - has started to reveal itself with the work she has poured her energies into at the alehouse she now calls home.
Appearance: A human form! How curious! Short for the population of Althanas, she’s well-fleshed but active. Her hair is long, mostly straight, and kept back due to health and safety reasons except for the strands that escape it and frame her face. Her eyes? Narrowed, suspicious and frightened, her lips is often bitten in self consciousness unbecoming of one that once held a world in the palm of her hand. The busty wench is usually in a corset and bustle skirts with an offset of lace around her hands and long stripy socks. The fur around her neck? That’s actually alive. It’s called Tiddles. That’s Mister Tiddles to you.
History: There is nobody who has fallen as far as Nirvana has. Once, she worked as the Goddess of Chaos on a particularly no-name, backwards planet, attracting people to her like droves because of her unpredictability and, let’s face it, evil. She was, in fact, quite popular with her fellow divinity because under all that wrong-doing and hellfire was a rather charming woman with a filthy laugh who always had an ear for you if your priest was being a bit of an idiot or misinterpreting your Word.
Unfortunately however, balance was upset, and she grew to powerful. It was great for awhile, until a new Goddess rose, and people jumped onto the next Big Thing because that’s what people do after all. To lose one’s followers is rather unfortunate for the divine populace there, but all of them? Nirvana watched as her powers diminished, and her great winged draconic body crumble to nothing.
She was banished to Althanas by her opponent, there to fizzle out in terror at a world she doesn’t know without a chance of ever returning to challenge. Struggling to survive in such a flimsy body, she found her way to an alehouse that was at this time looking for a wench to wait tables.
So what’s a girl to do?
Her only salvation at the time was the Wintersmith, the Fire Lord and the Flower Lady, who had managed to band together to do something – she has some former powers, while most are locked away and she won’t die. Just yet. She just wishes they’d do something more than just check in with her, admire the décor then bugger off. Nirvana is desperate to go back home – she’s needed. Her world is out of balance now, worse than before, because at least things were exciting when she was in power!
Skills: Outside the field of battle, Nirvana is very good at lying, haggling for a better deal, is ambidextrous and is actually able to get her hands dirty without slaughtering peons. She’s also fast and has good balance; her fighting skills are…so-so. She can slap. And kick. And bite. That’s about it.
Nirvana has an affinity with Ice (right hand) and Fire (left hand), both the ways the world is supposed to end. What she knows right now are more close range, around 1- 3 meters when summoning a little fireball or some ice to hold someone down. The magic is formed with a wave of a hand, like a conductor; but does not last long. A little fireball can be flung at an enemy to surprise them, momentarily blind them in close contact, or with flesh on flesh contact, ice can hold someone in place or slip them up if Nirvana can't reach them. Magic - for the most part - is used as a distraction while she gets in there to take someone down. Upon growth however the elements will provide barriers, be used to help her lessen the damage of magic thrown at her and set fire to annoying people's houses. Strictly for business purposes of course.
Her skill is currently below average with them seeing as she’s not used them for so long, but this doesn’t mean she can’t get better at it and have better control and longer range. All the same, Nirvana can't really have faith in these powers which is why they are used for defense and distraction purposes only.
Hooked to her belt and hidden between the folds of her skirts are straps of throwing knives for battle – four belts, two on either side of her with six little blades each (24 blades in total which can naturally run out very quickly) She’s above average with them, and has the fallback of a larger knife for close combat which she’s below average at because by then she’s desperate and flailing hopelessly screaming “DIE DIE DIE!!” at the top of her voice. Yes, the blades slow her down when fully equipped, but as the blades are unloaded, she becomes faster.
Magic: Below Average
Throwing Knives:Average
Knife: Average
Equipment: She wears no armour bar her dress, but her boots are rather heavy for all their dainty looks and might have steel in the toe caps. The drunks at night certainly think that. The boots hamper her speed a bit but help provide stability and balance during battle while the skirts are full and light enough to move as she moves and not get too tangled up.
Tied to the belts at her waist is a lantern that’s normally closed up to hide the light inside. She takes it wherever she goes, the remains of her celestial powers made by the Fire Lord. The stronger she becomes the more the light will shine, the weaker…well, if the light goes out, Nirvana will die. She prefers it closed so then nobody will notice it and just think it’s an ornate square box, but it can light up any darkness.
Familiars: Upon awaking in the mortal world, Nirvana found a box addressed to her in the hand of one of her cohorts; the Wintersmith. It read, simply “IT IS DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE. TAKE THIS.” Curious, hopeful and full of beans, the former Goddess tore open the box to find a silvery-grey and black striped cat of the Main Coon variety sleeping inside. Wanting to call this something magnificent, or even just Schrödinger for the fact it was alive in said box, she was horrified to find a second note – the cat’s name was in fact Tiddles.
He is able to use a basic shield on her and is immune to most illusionary magics due to his creator’s element. He is also Nirvana’s Healer, but draws from her to do so, as she draws from him to do magic. Their symbiotic relationship is not well received by either however, Nirvana would like to make him into a real fur collar and Tiddles just wants to go home and get cuddles from his master. Nonetheless, in time they might get on.
Think of Tiddles as a babysitter. A four-legged mewling one the size of a small dog with a penchant for pickpocketing no matter how much Nirvana tells him not to.
Healing: Above Average
Shielding: Average