Model: Alice Pagani
Details
Full Name: Nim Leone de Heloise
Race: Rathor; neoalt
Sex: Female
Age: 65
Height:
Faunis~ 2'
Humaniod~ 5'6"
True~ 5"10'
Weight:
Faunis~ 9 Lbs
Humanoid~135 lbs
True~ 175 lbs
Birthdate: Glade 47; First Bloom 17; Year 4556
Birthplace: Daravin
Profession: Apothecary, undercover poisoncrafter.
Housing: Veir house in Tired Quill
Partners: Dimitri Edme Heloise
Titles: Veir(Merchant)
Gemini (alias moniker)
Factions:
Fluencies: Common & Gentrevese
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Faunis
An average sized black fox with orange eyes. Somehow this fox always looks like she is grinning.
Humaniod
Small and lithe in her humanoid form she has a dark, organically shaped vitiligo mark covering her entire left shoulder almost like a puldron. She has another dark vitiligo mark on her right wrist. In this form her eyes are light brown and she has dark freckles on her face, shoulders, and chest.
True
Short for a Rathor she retains her orange eyes and keeps her tail as well, her facial features resemble her humanoid form in an uncanny way. Her feet have longer toes and her legs are long while also being skinnier than average. On top of her jet black, chin length hair there are two fox ears.
Personality
Devil May Care;
A little too full of herself. Considers herself lucky. Gracefully holds the smoking gun with an esteemed grin. Someone who can talk her way out of anything.
Dishonest;
Cowardly at best, she will two-time anyone for a better deal. Good at hiding her emotions.
Suave;
Intelligent and savvy. Holding herself with a certain amount of elegance, people can be surprised that their first impression of her is so wrong. What you see is not what you get with this trickster.
History
Nim is not a good person. She finds herself in smoke and mirrors playing a part in the masquerade but cannot and will not suffer within the mold. This is her Purpose. Her mother was a florist growing up and a valran herself. Nim was taught by her in the ways of subtly and politics egging her on to be something better "than she was". They traveled across Daravin sourcing flowers for the business. Nim never really felt she could live up to her mother's expectations, who was a fanatical follower of the Omen. The white owl rathor would go on long rants about the cleansing and constantly invaded Nim's life with lofty accusations of Nim being lazy and undeserving. Her mother's obsession with perfection drove Nim to act out in secret. Unbeknownst to her mother Nim was cultivating poisonous flowers and drying them, storing them for later. When she found they strongly resembled the flowers her mother used to make her tea she switched them and poisoned her mother. The woman died in the year 4575 and all was left to Nim, who soon was married and had the café up and running. Nim's only remorse was that her mother could have no idea how happy Nim was that she was finally gone.
In the world of a Daravinian prude-- her smile flashes provocatively. Spending her days in modesty serving very normal people, mainly valran and veir, no one would suspect what goes on after hours in her life. Hosting sex parties in her home for the entente of Bardona is her main cash crop as in Daravin the currency is secrets. Sometimes acting as a courtesan this isn't her preferred method of payment. Being a tea house and owning so many plants and a herbalism lab, Nim Leone de Heloise's true specialty is poison. Reading books and experimenting she loves seeing what concoctions she can make from her gardens and has a good stock of vials put back ever since the fateful day of her mother's reckoning.
Nim has been married for 20 years. Her human husband, Dimitri, is much younger than she and also a Veir. To her, he is a stepping stone. Their relationship is loveless and much more of a partnership, if not almost a rivalry. Following her Purpose she is unsatisfied with him and considers him a burden. Only he knows know about the poison lab or the murder of her mother, none other are confidant for this cardinal sin. He has kept the secret for a long time, but lately things between them have been shaky.
By going against her mother and praying to the Elven divines she was granted the power of Summoning. Initiated by a troublemaking old friend she released the coils of the Omen and started praying to the Elven gods as a rebellious act in the beginning. Eventually this turned into a secret devotion. Veratelle was assigned as goddess after the summoning initiation which no made her the patron of Nim's magic. Because of this her archetypes reflect that of Tar'haen.
Secrets and lies are her current memorandum operandi as she uses her side business to get in with the eschaton's of the nobility, considering herself travelling down an intangible road of what she thinks to be her Purpose. To become prominent in Daravin. Starting up with the moniker of Gemini, she likes to say the apple doesn't fall from the tree in regards to her new business. The apple being her calling card, people will leave a ruby red apple behind the counter to signal for their "medications", which they are instructed to call it. She occasionally sells poisons to the entente to take as an immunity making substance to protect them from the affects of poisoning in the future. But lately she has been contracted to make a poisons, a secret kept by only Dimitri who she considers to be her fall man. Dimitiri knows and loved her for the fact she was a devout follower of the Elven gods. But lately he has been more testy with her than before, after a long truce he has demanded affection from her and she refuses to give it. he has been cold and callous since then. She knows he's going to do something drastic and with her new poison business on the line... There are plenty of ways he could turn her in and get a gold medal for it. What will she do?
Full Name: Nim Leone de Heloise
Race: Rathor; neoalt
Sex: Female
Age: 65
Height:
Faunis~ 2'
Humaniod~ 5'6"
True~ 5"10'
Weight:
Faunis~ 9 Lbs
Humanoid~135 lbs
True~ 175 lbs
Birthdate: Glade 47; First Bloom 17; Year 4556
Birthplace: Daravin
Profession: Apothecary, undercover poisoncrafter.
Housing: Veir house in Tired Quill
Partners: Dimitri Edme Heloise
Titles: Veir(Merchant)
Gemini (alias moniker)
Factions:
Fluencies: Common & Gentrevese
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Faunis
An average sized black fox with orange eyes. Somehow this fox always looks like she is grinning.
Humaniod
Small and lithe in her humanoid form she has a dark, organically shaped vitiligo mark covering her entire left shoulder almost like a puldron. She has another dark vitiligo mark on her right wrist. In this form her eyes are light brown and she has dark freckles on her face, shoulders, and chest.
True
Short for a Rathor she retains her orange eyes and keeps her tail as well, her facial features resemble her humanoid form in an uncanny way. Her feet have longer toes and her legs are long while also being skinnier than average. On top of her jet black, chin length hair there are two fox ears.
Personality
Devil May Care;
A little too full of herself. Considers herself lucky. Gracefully holds the smoking gun with an esteemed grin. Someone who can talk her way out of anything.
Dishonest;
Cowardly at best, she will two-time anyone for a better deal. Good at hiding her emotions.
Suave;
Intelligent and savvy. Holding herself with a certain amount of elegance, people can be surprised that their first impression of her is so wrong. What you see is not what you get with this trickster.
History
Nim is not a good person. She finds herself in smoke and mirrors playing a part in the masquerade but cannot and will not suffer within the mold. This is her Purpose. Her mother was a florist growing up and a valran herself. Nim was taught by her in the ways of subtly and politics egging her on to be something better "than she was". They traveled across Daravin sourcing flowers for the business. Nim never really felt she could live up to her mother's expectations, who was a fanatical follower of the Omen. The white owl rathor would go on long rants about the cleansing and constantly invaded Nim's life with lofty accusations of Nim being lazy and undeserving. Her mother's obsession with perfection drove Nim to act out in secret. Unbeknownst to her mother Nim was cultivating poisonous flowers and drying them, storing them for later. When she found they strongly resembled the flowers her mother used to make her tea she switched them and poisoned her mother. The woman died in the year 4575 and all was left to Nim, who soon was married and had the café up and running. Nim's only remorse was that her mother could have no idea how happy Nim was that she was finally gone.
In the world of a Daravinian prude-- her smile flashes provocatively. Spending her days in modesty serving very normal people, mainly valran and veir, no one would suspect what goes on after hours in her life. Hosting sex parties in her home for the entente of Bardona is her main cash crop as in Daravin the currency is secrets. Sometimes acting as a courtesan this isn't her preferred method of payment. Being a tea house and owning so many plants and a herbalism lab, Nim Leone de Heloise's true specialty is poison. Reading books and experimenting she loves seeing what concoctions she can make from her gardens and has a good stock of vials put back ever since the fateful day of her mother's reckoning.
Nim has been married for 20 years. Her human husband, Dimitri, is much younger than she and also a Veir. To her, he is a stepping stone. Their relationship is loveless and much more of a partnership, if not almost a rivalry. Following her Purpose she is unsatisfied with him and considers him a burden. Only he knows know about the poison lab or the murder of her mother, none other are confidant for this cardinal sin. He has kept the secret for a long time, but lately things between them have been shaky.
By going against her mother and praying to the Elven divines she was granted the power of Summoning. Initiated by a troublemaking old friend she released the coils of the Omen and started praying to the Elven gods as a rebellious act in the beginning. Eventually this turned into a secret devotion. Veratelle was assigned as goddess after the summoning initiation which no made her the patron of Nim's magic. Because of this her archetypes reflect that of Tar'haen.
Secrets and lies are her current memorandum operandi as she uses her side business to get in with the eschaton's of the nobility, considering herself travelling down an intangible road of what she thinks to be her Purpose. To become prominent in Daravin. Starting up with the moniker of Gemini, she likes to say the apple doesn't fall from the tree in regards to her new business. The apple being her calling card, people will leave a ruby red apple behind the counter to signal for their "medications", which they are instructed to call it. She occasionally sells poisons to the entente to take as an immunity making substance to protect them from the affects of poisoning in the future. But lately she has been contracted to make a poisons, a secret kept by only Dimitri who she considers to be her fall man. Dimitiri knows and loved her for the fact she was a devout follower of the Elven gods. But lately he has been more testy with her than before, after a long truce he has demanded affection from her and she refuses to give it. he has been cold and callous since then. She knows he's going to do something drastic and with her new poison business on the line... There are plenty of ways he could turn her in and get a gold medal for it. What will she do?
