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.But such things are rumors. At least anymore now if you were to ask her. Nym's venture into running a cult bored her, so she gave it up. She is still utterly obsessed with toads though.
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's kind of a joke character not intended to be taken very seriously. She's very much akin to Haruko Haruharu.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
I'll probably add more stories eventually when I feel like writing for Nym, or if I start RPing as her more again. Apologies if the stories ever get disjointed near the end of them as I usually lose interest pretty quickly for Nym whenever I try to write stuff for her these days due to reasons.
"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." The Highlander had told the group. A few grumbled about it but had soon opted to stop when Nym looked up to glare at them.The time leading up to Camp Broken Glass, into Coerthas, and into the day when Chagatai's body was found were uneventful for Nym. Chagatai's body however was found in the snow, blown in half with a somber smile on her face. Flowers growing out of her head. A sight that incited Nym's rage.It was weeks before anyone found the remains of the traveling group sans the Highlander out in the cold snow. Left behind was one noulith from a set of four, and a half broken scythe embedded deeply into a rock.