A witch who only desires joy in chaos and revelry
Appearance
| Name | Nym |
| Height | 5 Fulm 1 Ilm |
| Build | Lithe |
| Hair | White bobcut |
| Eyes | Red and toad-like |
| Skin | Albino |
| Pet | Morbol/Slime |
| Misc | Face tattoos, has no tail, and smells of sulfur |
| Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
Nymerasyn, or Nym to most people who know her. Tends to be a wild card. Interested in only things she finds amusing to herself for her own reasons. Whether that be having tea, or engaging in combat where it appears she may die at any given second.The woman has an obsession with pushing buttons uncaring of what said button might do. She also has a strange, and possibly unhealthy obsession with toads. To the degree that one can possibly find her running around in a toad-like outfit. Rumor also has it that she has managed to possibly start some kind of toad related cult, and is in the business of looking for a house to home the toad cult proper.But the rumors are largely incorrect. She had won a gamble against some toads for their tavern, and now she hosts the tavern as a proper hostess, usually.
Hooks
If you've participated in any conflicts against the Empire, most notably Bozja. One might know Nym as the Endless Witch. (Feel free to ask about this in tells for more info!)
Smells of sulfur constantly.
Maybe you've seen her change the size of the Morbol that follows her around.
Anyone from ancient Allag might recognize her aether if they've a capacity for such feats.
Maybe you've seen Nym with a completely different appearance.
Yo what up homies. Glad you took the time to read my stuff! I'm active pretty frequently. If you enjoyed RPing with me at any point. I've succeeded in getting you to have fun.I will be absolutely up front right here though. Nym is somewhat of a powerhouse, but she only wants to have fun. Because I want to have fun. So I don't actually care about who "wins or loses" in a fight, which will translate over into Nym as well.Nym is also designed to be sort of a joke character. Think of Haruko Haruhara. She's literally just a person with a cat-like personality for the most part. Nym can also be completely serious, and I will usually roleplay accordingly to a scene while still remaining true to Nym as a character.Any, and all of my artwork for Nym will most likely be by select people, and if you would like to commission a certain person for their art, or want to know who did it. Let me know, and I can direct you to them.Now the weird stuff. I'm loosely open to ERP if I like your character enough, and you as a person. Which means if you want to ERP at any point with my character. I need to get to know you OOC because I don't want to ERP with someone who gives me a weird vibe. Also I hate ERP for the sake of ERP. I need, and want it to fit into a scene. If there's sexual tension between two characters. I would absolutely love to see how a scene would play out for ERP.With that said about ERP. Nym is normally never a bottom, or submissive. So if you have any ideas about trying to top, and or dominate her. Sorry homie.If you want to know my pronouns. I prefer feminine pronouns.
If you want to know my adjectives. Chaotic and hyper.If you ever wanted to know what Nym's theme song is.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73bJY5FIbIk
To be added.
"Ain't you cold?" the Highlander had asked. His afro rippling in the wind.The Miqo'te merely stared at him, then shifted her gaze back to the approaching horizon of what many considered the borders of Garlemald. She had in fact, been cold. Extremely so. She hadn't bothered to change into cold weather clothing upon sensing something had happened. She had deigned to give a nod, and continued forward on the path though at least."So she can acknowledge a question!" one of the other members of the group had said aloud with disdain. The majority of the traveling group had developed a dislike of the woman due to her attitude. Not that she was terribly rude or anything though, no. It would seem most of them were from the Shroud, and she had managed to be a bit of a nuisance last time she was in the Shroud."For your sake, I would suggest you be quiet." a Hrothgar had said to the one who had spoken aloud."And why's that?" the man had sneered back, his hood being blown off his head from a gust of wind, revealing a young Elezen male. The color of his skin almost matching the shade of the snow.
A Wildwood."Because that woman there is one of the ones that was on the Bozjan frontline you fool. She wasn't even there to help us, or Garlemald during that time either. She merely caused chaos wherever she went for the sake of her own amusement."Words that were not untrue had come from the Hrothgar's mouth. Many of the people that had come from the Shroud were on the path to go help Garlemald. Some of them had acquired more sinister intentions upon realizing that Nym was traveling with them, but now their resolve had been shaken. They had heard about what had happened in Bozja. They all looked towards the back of the woman walking in front of everyone, suddenly realizing that she probably had surmised their intentions already. Yet still chose to walk in front of them all, uncaring of said intentions.Truthfully though. Nym did not care of anyone's intentions except her own at the moment. The world had merely become a nuisance to her until she could confirm with her own eyes what she already knew to be true. It had reminded her of her past though, something she was quite annoyed over."We make camp here for tonight. Then tomorrow, we should make it to Camp Broken Glass by nightfall. Can rest then too."
Chagatai was in the snow, blown in half with a somber smile on her face