Nisahime

The lily within the blonde's grasp began to sear, burning under a heat that it couldn't be. A small kindling blue flame taking to embers, breathing a soft glow across her face. "No? It appears Truth was made to manifest, betwixt the bitter drizzle that stained white linens. A voice is a soul, desperate to be heard. It will not wait idle, to be tapped. It must be nurtured, pruned and catered. The moment it finds silence, it will surely expire. Cast off such trouble and tribulation of the heart, find a strength to face hardship on fate's blessing. A pair of feet were not given to linger in the d

A twist of a pair of hands into the brush, removing but a single of a newly presented lily from something that could clearly not produce it. A lean down upon an uprisen root, folding her legs in a complacent and uncaring posture. "Who I am, an issue not. Icon I play is." An intensity, effervescent white eyes fueled by some digital magic. Another crash breathes new life into a marsh of sticky mud and water, in that flash a clearer picture before it fades. "Pursuit, a trail. A path walked." looking down to that small flower, still raised and cupped in a palm as a set of almost compassionate and

"Scared, of what? Of a storm that lays overhead. tis but a light, tis but rain, and it will pass." A single smile, as if knowing more than she let on. Tapping of a heeled boot into water, it would be immediately clear the woman was on the move with a stroll. The forest of memories shuttered with winds, sliding and bowing beneath a wave. The woman seemed to be virtually untouched by the torrential downpour, whereas the tank was sickly and damp. She'd vanish in the same strange oddity at which she'd appeared unless given chase. Dragging an outstretched hand across large darkened and wet spires o

A single somber hum, the soft pattering of a heel in a pond that matched the droplets that dart across it leaving ripples upon that clear surface. Dark and muggy and yet within that charged bolts of static, a raised hand with an almost velvet smooth black glove. Long swaying white hair parades past a set of shoulders, an almost porcelain like skin that stuck out along the grim and abysmal backdrop. "What an interesting and yet tragic show, twisted cables of the heart do well to ill you." a voice strong and yet curious. "Want and need, a question still. Is it desire, or necessity that leaves on

Ignore until 5/13 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things) Current Level: 11 Current SP: 27 SP Tracking: Item Upgrades: Garbage, too difficult to migrate. Easier to craft again

Custom Skill: ► All for One Cost: 10 SP Passive Requirements: Reach Paragon (50) with no skills ever purchased. Effect: The skill provides a vanity weapon known as 'Vengeance of Avon - Elsinore' which has the following enhancements: Damage 3, Cursed Narratively, this vanity weapon can borrow the appearance and some of the capability of any existing weapon that has ever been witnessed by the user. This includes sword art colors, shape, flame color, status effects etc. This is purely cosmetic. The weapon provided by this skill is treated as all weapon types and c

Purchased from Shield: Cost: 300 Col Becoming

Perchance alone, the woman happened upon a small little alcove in lush green. This being upon floor 8, in its sticky and clingy moisture. A relative rainforest that was rich in this morning stink. The crack of the fire that cast the orange among the emerald, being the only to show his presence. A single offering and a shared silence, currency exchanged to this vagabond that a line in red seemed to find. Through fortune, he was found, and his value was met with her own. Perhaps again, they would cross paths and she would partake again. If that road intertwined of its own accord. Purchased:

Through happenstance alone, she trickles into the building, aloof and wanderlust without care. A simplistic and adequate abode in mirrored glass with light punching every surface into almost blindness. Past it, a pair of steps lead into the body as the smells of varied flora are pungent and ripe. A few vials removed and the ring of a keeper beckons a completed transaction, the girl who mans it placing down a glass with a brew. For reasons unknown they had called to her, the fates ever smiling and swaying her hands. What remained is as to why, which would become clear of their own accord.

A silence upon this ever tall spire, the place was deserted it appeared. How she had ended up here remained a mystery, and further still the curiosity as to why. Something catches her eye, a smooth polished shield called to her in silver. She'd remove it and the moniker of its cost was a trifle. "A paltry sum for one such as you no?" She offered as a question, as a ring in her ears confirmed the same. Her Gemini buzzing, all the same, she'd bring it to the counter. The wonder was, would this suffice or should she await the owner to appear. Transferred 300 Col

Scattering off of her barrier again with one blinding flash of light while the others simply glanced and were redirected, it is shattered as if made of glass. Left in its wake, the final piece of the puzzle. She'd lean and pick it via her thumb and two fingers. Spinning it upright with a twist of her wrist. "Your purpose served, such a pity that despite being stationary still such trouble." she'd comment and begin to walk back for the city, the boars still filled with ire and anger but she had what she desired and was simply keen on discarding their intentions for what they were: unimportant.

A witty remark as she was beginning to find suited to the escort, his sarcasm was at least outside this place and its fabrication. "Simply use what was given, and keep not what is not necessary. I happened upon this garb by what some would call coincidence. But I am not that foolish, to forsake a blessing." looking to him with a smile, before a twist of an open hand casts the barrier in front of her with the charge of the beasts again, bolstering it with strength as the swell caused her hair to take flight, Iris ablaze with the system given energies. The first is cleaved in two, like a shard o

She'd parade out into the zone at which these beasts held sanctum, looking at them with a simple snort being their only response. She'd whistle sharply, causing them to stir. "No I have no weapon, and I shall not need it. This will be handled the same as my own reflection, and I will lift not a finger." They'd galavant about, looking at her agitated by the noise. Lifting her hands slightly at her side, as if raising from a pool of water she'd goad them. "I stand here upon this stage foul tyrant, would you not wish to spill my blood for my indiscretion?" she spoke with some bass in her voice, b

The smith still dumbfounded by the girl's inclusion he removes the parcel and pulls a string. It unfolds in his grasp like a lily, revealing a draught. The very same that she'd produced. "A potion, right you fixin' to offer me the same?" the smith would ask of her, she'd tilt as she was already making her leave. "Curious, I suppose I can offer you the same. A bond written, what my reward maybe remains to be seen." her comment as she stops. The NPC would go on "Reward would be a piece of weaponry forged by me, find me some boar pup tusks from hatchlings in the field. Five in count, sound agree

Exiting the building that Zackariah was housed, his parcel to deliver in her grasp. A calm sway with it held loosely in her hands, unwavering and patient where most would draw irritation. To most these fetch quests would seed a sense of being made an errand boy. But not she, for Morrighan was beside such troubling feelings that would cause her pause. The woman had not looked back to see if Freyd was following for her path was clear now, getting to the blacksmith without any hitch. She'd seem lost for a moment in a trance, watching the metal be worked before she spoke. "Smith..." She'd speak lo

She'd appear, the raven that took up stead here with a mirror of black upon her scalp as if she was there but seemingly swallowed by the darkness around her. She'd drift her gaze out of one of the windows of the abode, watching the idle passerby stretch their legs upon a glimmered glowing stone. Was she one of them? These people with no purpose... Eventually, a return by the owner, Nissa takes the bundled memorabilia as a wish to hold on to what was slipping as they were important but unsure as to why. She'd mutter a word in aloof greeting and farewell the same. "The fates always have a w

Entering the abode to the jingle of a bell and feeling rather turned around, a permanent white frost that was her hair parading off of her shoulders. "I am in need of a few things, If you would be so kind as to do me the pleasure." she'd ask as the words fell from her lips more than being spoken. Soft and honeyed she'd look for the shopkeeper, unsure as to who to expect. She'd wait patiently for she had no problems doing what she must, good things came to those that waited and she had nothing but time at her fingertips. Payment rendered: 10 T1 Materials Item Name: Soul Tether - Azu

Username: Nisahime Real name: Age: Gender: Female Height: 5'10 About Virtues: Stalwart/Fearless: The woman seems to have no worry or sense of fear as if she assumes she is infallible. She does not have concern or remorse in her actions, each act of attack or defense is almost rhythmic in its execution as if it is rehearsed. It can come off to some as a bit jarring especially when things are seeming dire. Stable: Emotion seems absent and as a result, her action