Nidaba
| Nidaba | |||||||
| Female Cansin | |||||||
| Player: Flagellatrix | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Nidaba | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | N/A | |||||||||
| Age: | 23 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Eris | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Adventurer | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | N/A | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | The Ever-Changing Chaos of Limbo | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 5'4" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 136 lbs. | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Dark Brown | |||||||||
| Hair: | Black | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Tawny | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Shapely | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Has a distracting, plump silhouette. Prone to wobble back and forth when walking, giving the image of a woman who may fall over at any moment. | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Arcana, Lore, Gemcutting, Enchantment, Conjuration, Enabling | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Tomes, grimoires, and various trinkets that most would otherwise find troubling. | ||||||||||
Almost everything about Nidaba seems distracting, from the bright colors she wears to her very countenance, as though all the secrets of the multiverse are bound to the planes in a form that can barely contain them. Even in battle, her demeanor brings to mind wanton destruction, with an unshakable feeling of haphazardness. Casual accidents seem to simply abound around her, and she doesn't seem to notice at all. Even her gait seems slightly random, as if she were walking whilst drunk.
She has the plump, voluptuous figure of a sybarite, with wide shoulders that lead to a trim waist and lush thighs that rub together when she walks. She has a fancy for clothing that is at once modest as well as revealing, delicate silks and gauzy materials drawn tight against her golden skin, hugging wide hips, her skin soft and yielding to the touch. Her features are decorated with cosmetics, lips smeared red as foxgloves. Her dark hair is fine and sleek, falling to her collarbone.
Something in her heritage speaks of scant planar blood, present in her angular features as well as the small horns that would be more at home upon the brow of a goat. There are insomniac circles under her eyes, black as the thrill of illicit behavior, with a passionate gleam to them, speaking of intensity, as though she has stared into forever.
General
Unlikely to be found in any one place for long, Nidaba is a consummate wanderer. If there were a place that one might have a likely chance to find her, it would be within the Hive. Nevertheless, somehow, she does happen upon chance meetings due to her heritage, either tending to be in the wrong place at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time.
It would be easy for her to claim that her happy accidents are entirely planned, but she very rarely plays at anything more than she is, content to appear benign, though by no means is she humble. She doesn't bother to hide her magical studies, happy to strike up a conversation on magical theory, or philosophy, or even the weather.
However, on top of her natural, teetering gait, she fidgets, often restless. She's always in some kind of motion, whether it's toying with her long, long hair, or bouncing her foot on her knee. Her interests and moods, as well, are mercurial. She would never be observably irate, but she can flow from coquettishly entertained to perilously bored in the time it takes for a heart to beat - and those who have seen Nidaba bored wisely get out of her way.