Nymah/:/TEAM IMUM

[Stern]

Nymah Valkyrie

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you took away my happy past
AND INTRODUCED ME TO A WORLD OF PAIN

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Character Name: Nymah Valkyrie
Nicknames: Ny
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Alliance: EVIL EVIL VERY EVIL
Rank: Imum Leader
Canon or Original: Original!

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now you shall reap what you have sown
YOU YOURSELF FOR YOUR CRIMES

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Short Appearance: Woman with blond hair, tawny eyes, and a preference for black clothing.
Appearance: The first thing people notice about Nymah is the contrast between her clothing and her features. Her hair is a mixture of pale, almost white blonde, and darker streaks of gold. It falls down her back in a straight sheet, and is long enough for her to sit on it. She wears black and gold feathers behind either ear, and they show through her hair, accenting the contrast. In her face, she has shoulder-length bangs that cover some of her face, but not everything. It allows her tawny eyes to peer through, eyes so filled with disdain and hatred that no one can look into them for more than a few moments. Under those deep wells of emotion sits a tiny nose, only the slightest thing. Under this is a pale mouth, almost always pressed together in disapproval. A pointed chin completes the pale-skinned face.

As for what she wears, Nymah is always impeccably the businesswoman. She wears black slacks and a black blouse, usually with a gold trim. Along with this, she wears a cloak of black velvet, with a deep hood that hides her face very well. The cloak sweeps along the floor as she walks, and is never removed in public. In the summertime, it is exchanged for a substitute of lighter cloth. Along with this, Nymah carries a black handbag full of anything imaginable that might come in handy on her trips, from various poisons to gadgetry galore. Six Pokeballs are always clipped to her side, but these are almost always concealed by the cloak.

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i shall list a few of them
HATRED, ANGER, SPITE, OBLIVION

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Personality:

Ny hates every person on this earth. She would love to see the world go up in flames, in fact. She cares very much about power and respect, and if anyone does not give her those two things in what she thinks are 'ample' amounts, they might very well end up with something a little 'extra' in their evening drink. Ny is very good with poisons, and knows the most common by heart, and most of the rare ones as well. Other than that, she is also very adept at killing people, by hand, 'accident', or by planning out schemes to have them end up in the ground, six feet under. Simply said, if you get on the wrong side of her, you end up stone cold, and no one will ever know who is to blame.

Otherwise, Nymah is very strict, and demands obedience from those under herself in position. The slightest mistake will irritate her. She is very inflexible. She never trusts anyone with anything other than what she needs them to do. She thinks everyone in the world is beneath her, and that they all deserve to die. She wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone, unless they find a way to prove to her that they are useful.

Likes: Poisons, killing, winning, power
Dislikes: Being disrespected, Having to bow to anyone, PEOPLE
Fears: Confined, dark spaces, and death
Goals: Vanquish the human population, kill everyone
Strengths: Poisons, fighting
Weaknesses: She can't trust anyone, She is claustrophobic
Quirks/Habits: She chews with her mouth closed

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these crimes i accuse you of
YOU WILL STAND UP FOR THEM

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Family Members: No one anymore
History:

Nymah was born in a small house in Veherna City. Her mother died soon after giving birth to her, and her father abandoned her soon after, leaving her in the care of a heavy-handed tavern keeper. He taught her little more than fear and pain, and for five years, she lived in the terror of his household. At the tender age of five and a half, she murdered her first man, killing the tavern owner with a kitchen knife when he tried to sexually force her. She ran away from the house and lived on the streets, living off of cruel words and abuse, and in fact thriving on them. The difficulty of her life drove her to be better than the rest of the people, and cemented in her mind that people were worth nothing. No matter how nice they seem, they always betray you in the end.

At seven, she had already fought her way to the top of the city’s thieves, using her cunning and skill to get where no child had gotten before. From her position there, she found her father, the man that had abandoned her to the bar. He was at that time the leader of Team Imum, a little organization that harassed a few people, but otherwise did nothing. Nymah bid farewell to her position in Veherna City and traveled to find her father. At the time she found him, she was ten years old. She joined the team and worked her way closer and closer to her father.

She killed him the night of her eleventh birthday, forcing him to look into her eyes and realize who she was before she dug the dagger that she had bought for that purpose deep into his heart. She left the dagger there and took his position, right there. She whipped the team into shape, and now, five years later, is plotting the last evil act of the world…

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thus i charge you
HUMANITY

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OOC Name: Stern
Age: Still 14
Member Title: I think it says Administrator
Experience: 1 year
Post Example:

It was freezing cold outside today, as it had been expected to be. Sara looked at Nunya and smiled, “You’ll love the cold.” She was glad that she had a malamute instead of another breed, it was always pretty cold in Mi Wuk. Here, it was cold in the winter. She would have to see what it was like in the summer, but she had no doubt that Nunya would be alright.

With a sigh, she decided to go work Balian for a bit. She grabbed Nunya’s vest and looked at the large dog, “Sedeo.” Once the dog sat, Sara knelt and buckled on the vest, then the collar and leash that were Nunya’s work pair. The trio of items was all teal-blue, technically visible against either white or black fur. However, the collar usually got lost in Nunya’s ruff, so no one ever saw its color.

Having done that, Sara shrugged into her winter coat and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She grabbed Nunya’s lead, and then let herself out of the room, locking the door behind her and slipping the key into the front pocket of her backpack. She started walking towards the barns, taking care on the walkways not to slip.

When she stepped into the warmth of the barn, she had Nunya sit in the corner close to Balian’s stall while she went to get the gelding’s tack. She returned with his saddle in her arms, the headstall and halter draped over it. This pile she deposited on a hay bale by where she planned on grooming Balian, then returned to the tack room to grab her grooming supplies. Only after she had deposited those by her chosen area did she grab the halter and lead and go to get the dapple grey gelding.

Ten minutes later, Balian stood, groomed and tacked, while Sara put away the last of her tools. When everything was finally back where it should be, Sara removed Nunya’s lead and placed it into her backpack before unclipping Balian’s halter and leading him by the reins out into the arena. At the gate, she paused, seeing a large chestnut horse, and only after that his rider. Sara stood at the gate and waited for the girl to acknowledge her before asking to join her. She didn’t want to interrupt when the girl was concentrating, she hated it when someone did that to her, and she wouldn’t want to do it to anyone else.

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