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allotted spells extended through rewards
WEAPON(S):A few small daggers and a bow with a quiver of arrows she makes herself.
CLOTHING:Light armour that doubles as traveling clothing
MOUNT(S):Cerberus the big, black, Friesian she’s had since he was a foal.
Nymeria is one of those people you can’t help but be happy around, at least most people anyway. She always has a ready smile for a person and will go out of her way to make someone happy if they’re down, ease their hurts when she can be they physical or psychological. She has this sort of infectious love of life that tends to rub off on the people around her and make it easy for most people to say life is never dull when she’s around.
She’s the kind of person who can take no for an answer but she will try to get someone to see things in a brighter light. Usually it’s when someone tells her she can’t do something that she refuses to listen to the word ‘no’ or if someone clearly in pain tells her to go away. She finds subtle ways of being convincing without being pushy about it and believes everyone has a right to their own opinion or belief systems. Every person is beautifully different and that’s what she loves most about them, be they human or any other race the world has to offer.
Nymeria was born in the back of a wagon that was part of a gypsy caravan on some road between cities with the help of her grandmother and aunt while her father drove. It had been raining and dark but this was seen as a good sign for the caravan - a new life arriving just as mother nature decided to cleanse the world with her purifying waters. There was no shortage of love for the little girl as their caravan was more or less one giant family. She never wanted for anything and thrived in the life style.
As she grew she could never understand why any person would want to stay and live in one place for their whole lives when there was so much world to see and so much to learn from the different cultures. She also never really understood why so many people would frown upon her caravans arrival when they seemed more than happy to watch the shows her people set up for their entertainment and to earn some gold. They were chased out of enough places and welcomed in few but they never let it get them down.
Nymeria devoured every language she got to learn as they arrived in new places, some taught to her by other caravan members and some by the nicer towns folk who didn’t mind educating a gypsy child. She also learned to sing, dance, tell fortunes, throw knives, aim and shoot a bow from the ground as well as horse back and work the magic she seemed to have inherited from her parents to make their shows better. Of course that very magic had to be something they were always careful with as some places frowned upon it’s existence. That was one of the first lessons Nymeria had learned once she displayed a talent with it; when and where it was appropriate to use.
She still travels with her caravan to this day, though sometimes she goes off on her own to explore a little but she always returns home. Her little troupe has performed for small towns, large cities, and even for some important lords, ladies, kings and queens and some places more than once as they cross through kingdoms and countries.
|LOCAL TIME:||Jun 18 2018, 01:59 PM|
|POSTS PER DAY:||0.1|
|LAST ONLINE:||May 1 2018, 04:18 PM|
|YEARS RPING:||5+ Years|
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