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Go ahead, underestimate me.

Basic info:
THE NECROMANCER
Name: Nerys
Age: 28
Gender: Female, she/they
Orientation: Lesbian
Species: Hippocampus (vampire squid/giant pacific octopus)
Breed: North Swedish horse
Height: 15.3 hh
Coat Color: seal bay varnish roan / black chimera

Herd Affiliation: Bloody Flanks (WF)
Rank: Medic
Patron god: Kaia, Cascade

Talents: locked
Blessing: Born blessed with Necromancy
Familiar: locked

Appearance key points:
x Round, stocky build, medium feathering in feet, head profile fairly straight
x Mane is thick and coarse, and gets fairly easily tangled into dreadlocks
x Front hippocampus part is vampire squid, tail is giant pacific octopus, both based on her coat color
x Her winter coat tends to be near-white on the appaloosa part, and gets as pictured during summer. Black parts will get sunbleached.
x Eyes are reddish brown and amber.

Personality:
Acute - sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception
Loyal- characterized by or showing faithfulness to commitments, vows, allegiance, obligations, etc.
Realistic - pragmatic, common-sense, hard-headed, sensible
Direct - straightforward; frank; candid

Persistent - indefatigable; stubborn; persisting, especially in spite of opposition, obstacles, discouragement, etc.
Calculating - shrewd; cautious; selfishly scheming
Guarded - cautious; careful; prudent
Inured - accustomed to hardship, difficulty, pain, etc.; toughened

Insidious - operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect
Cynical - bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic
Grim - having a harsh, surly, forbidding, or morbid air
Vindictive - disposed or inclined to revenge; vengeful

Nerys might not seem like the most inviting personality to get into contact with at first - she can appear rather standoffish and will certainly take everything with a grain of salt. She is, however, always willing to hear others out and responds to common sense.
Nerys is a no-nonsense and straight to business kind of gal, and doesn’t usually bother beating around the bush unless it actually serves a purpose. She is very down to earth and firmly rooted, choosing pragmatic ways over fancy any day. She is generally willing to try anything if it can be logically rationalized. She thinks for herself and is quick to make judgements, just usually not out loud. She doesn’t generally trust anyone’s word for anything, and is the type to want to see things for herself. She is quick and sharp on decisions and tends to think forward - sometimes exhaustingly far ahead forward. She has the patience to plan things ahead and keep with her plans, even if in her everyday life she can be fairly temperamental.

A good friend but a terrifying enemy; Nerys might not let anyone in easy, but once you’re in, you’re in for good. That is, unless you break the trust, in which case you will not be forgiven. Period. In a sense Nerys is fairly black and white when it comes to emotions and friendships. She holds onto things for a very long time and has a hard time letting go even menial stuff, in good and bad. She can hold onto things like trick cards in her pockets for a very long time, and is prone to digging up old incidents. Knowing when to stop can be hard for Nerys at times when she gets actually involved, and she will, both literally and metaphorically, beat a dead horse.

Once you get through the cold exterior, Nerys will show more of her rugged sense of humor and converse her thoughts more freely. She is not shy and definitely doesn’t act like a lady - be prepared to be whacked by a tentacle in the face if you expect otherwise. She is not the best at showing or describing her feelings, but she does try her best when she really cares for someone.
Nerys takes promises and vows extremely seriously, and will always keep her end of the deal even if it isn’t convenient for her. She never makes promises easily for this exact reason, and highly dislikes anyone who is not up for their word. Her trust is hard to acquire but easy to lose.

In her work, Nerys is tireless and truly interested. She might not be emotionally the subtlest or warmest, but she will do her darndest to make her patients alright. When talking about anything related to her profession she has a totally different tune, and is always more than willing to discuss the tricks of the trade with another Medic.

History:

Nerys was born to a Merchant couple near the Skeldr town - they were healthy, productive and married, so it wasn’t difficult to get a permission for a foal. Her father, Skoll, was semi-stationary, travelling selling the goods during the easier months, while her mother, Nila, stayed in their combined house and shop. A new life was wished for and cherished, but the pregnancy itself wasn’t quite as easy as could have been hoped. Nila had a few miscarriages before she was able to finally carry a foal to term, something she kept a secret to the best of her ability. She prayed often during her pregnancy, and it did feel slightly morbid when her daughter was finally born blessed with Necromancy. A filly was a slight disappointment for Skoll, but he didn’t dare to voice the thoughts out loud - his daughter was blessed by Kaia, after all.

Nerys grew up much like the rest of the kids in the village; she received a basic education from a Caenna and spent her days otherwise equally playing and helping around with small tasks at home. She did, however, always have a deep fascination with life and death, and it was not once or twice she freaked other kids and even her parents out by using her blessing on small, dead critters and bones, making them clumsily dance around like ragdolls.
The fascination grew as Nerys aged, and she sought to become an apprentice under a Medic in their village. Her parents had hoped for a child to continue their career paths, but it seemed like a fruitless pursuit to demand their headstrong daughter to do something that just clearly wasn’t for her. Thus, Nerys started filling her days with studies, always eager to learn more. Her mentor was quite pleased that their apprentice could make wilted herbs come back to life, and a little less pleased that the assembled anatomy skeleton models went dancing around when they had their backs turned.

When Nerys became of age, her parents organized a marriage for her with another well-off Merchant family. The thought was rather off-putting to Nerys, but she agreed because she was promised a new, even more talented mentor in the Skeldr town. The thought of more patients and knew knowledge sounded alluring enough, and her husband, Baldric, just happened to come with the deal. Nerys was not very taken with her new husband, and didn’t mind that he travelled with the wares from time to time; instead she threw herself even deeper into the world of medicine. Whenever Baldric was home she pretended to be at least a somewhat good wife, but in her eyes her husband was as dumb as a bucket. His parents, though, were such skilled workers that they could easily provide even for their only son’s family where their son sometimes lacked a bit.
Baldric, however, considered himself not only a great Merchant but quite the ladies’ man, and in time entered into another marriage. For a moment Nerys was relieved, mostly thinking she might be left alone now. Nerys hadn’t wanted to severe any family ties, and was, despite her personal feelings, loyal to the bond with Baldric. What she hadn’t anticipated, was that the new wife, Alana, was a delightful, sweet young mare, and they got along great after a rocky start. Nerys felt that Alana was everything she was not; so kind, so gentle, such a warmth around the house. As they got to know each other and became friends, she couldn’t help but fall head over heels in love eventually. After a while Alana returned the feelings - a housewife of a traveling man was a lonely part, after all. Alana’s job was to keep Baldric’s shop running when he was gone and Nerys was very happy to fill in, and even dreamed of running away with Alana one day.

Alana, being a very housewifey-type, was more focused on making the home feel good and wished for offspring more than anything. Once the boring winter months rolled in, Baldric couldn’t quite keep it in his pants and Alana was pregnant before spring, and most importantly before a permission. Nerys pleaded for her to end the pregnancy and wait for the permission, but Alana wouldn’t listen. Once she was able to present herself to the Stone Circle, she was quite obviously showing. What was worse, was that the spring was harsh, and Baldric was deemed to be on his limit of what he could support - a permission was not granted. Alana was filled with grief, and Nerys hadn’t felt quite so sorry in her life as she did helping take care of it. It was a seed of not only disagreement, but hate, hate that the system was hurting someone she loved dearly.

And it only got worse. Despite Nerys’ best efforts, things didn’t go well. Alana began to show signs of bad infection, and nothing would stop it, not even asking other Medics for help. Alana died in horrible pain, and while Baldric was sorry, for Nerys he could never be sorry enough. She had never experienced such hurt, and it soon turned into rage - first burning hot, and then cold; cold like death. With the coldness came an emotionless determination, and Nerys crafted her plan in bitterness. She visited Alana’s grave every day, until she stopped entirely; she just couldn’t take it any longer.

She gave small amounts of poison to Baldric every day, hidden in his meals. At first he just felt a bit sick, but weakened over weeks and months. Nerys feigned to care for him tenderly, all the while keeping at her plan. Baldric got sicker and sicker, no one could guess why - and finally he died. Nerys stayed for the necessary handling of the corpse, then took what gear Baldric had and ran. To her, this was no longer home. She no longer wanted to be a part of this, inferior because of her gender, told what to do by a War-Lord. To Nerys it was even worse that Hira was a mare as well, it tasted like betrayal through the very bitter glasses she was viewing the world through by now.

Nerys had planned to become a vagabond - to her, anything was better than this. On her way away from Onea, she ran into Bloody Flank Raiders instead. At first, she was obviously rather scared for her life, but after both parties concluded that they were not actually truly against each other, she shared a campfire overnight. By morning, she was ready to plead to join. Was it a spur of a moment thing? Absolutely. But in her maddened, slow-burning rage, what could have been better but to actually fully turn against her past? It had a poetic ring to it. A moment to be seized.
She made a pretty compelling case, being a well-versed Medic and not afraid to speak against the War-Lord. She was healthy and able-bodied, but what sealed the deal was when she made the trampled grass beneath the Raiders’ hooves turn lush again with her Necromancy.

Nerys was allowed to go with the Flanks to Ghosthold, and once she was officially made part of them she quickly started to blend in and learn valuable survival skills more adapted for the icy surroundings. She was hard at work, as working with the Flanks was working towards her own goals at the same time. For the first time in a very long while she felt somewhat settled. She hadn’t expected to feel like she belonged, but once she did, she slowly started letting go of her personal vendetta in favor for what was good for the clan.
When the clan split, she was situated in Ghosthold, and chose to stay in Ghosthold as well, for she feels her loyalty is more towards Gidal for letting her join, rather than Vidar. After the collapse of Ghosthall, she is helping to the best of her ability in the aftermath. Quietly she is actually looking forward to return to Onean soil, now joined with the Flanks.

Trivia:
x Teke color is emerald green
x Can use a short sword, if somewhat clumsily
x Fairly religious and prays pretty often to both Kaia and Cascade
x Can do a very mean bitch slap with her tentacles

Relations:
x Mom: Nila, NPC, Alive
x Dad: Skoll, NPC, Alive

x Ex-husband: Baldric , NPC, Dead
x Lover: Alana, NPC, Dead (sheet inc)

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Description

NERYS AP Tracker | Moodboard

Go ahead, underestimate me.

Basic info:
THE NECROMANCER
Name: Nerys
Age: 28
Gender: Female, she/they
Orientation: Lesbian
Species: Hippocampus (vampire squid/giant pacific octopus)
Breed: North Swedish horse
Height: 15.3 hh
Coat Color: seal bay varnish roan / black chimera

Herd Affiliation: Bloody Flanks (WF)
Rank: Medic
Patron god: Kaia, Cascade

Talents: locked
Blessing: Born blessed with Necromancy
Familiar: locked

Appearance key points:
x Round, stocky build, medium feathering in feet, head profile fairly straight
x Mane is thick and coarse, and gets fairly easily tangled into dreadlocks
x Front hippocampus part is vampire squid, tail is giant pacific octopus, both based on her coat color
x Her winter coat tends to be near-white on the appaloosa part, and gets as pictured during summer. Black parts will get sunbleached.
x Eyes are reddish brown and amber.

Personality:
Acute - sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception
Loyal- characterized by or showing faithfulness to commitments, vows, allegiance, obligations, etc.
Realistic - pragmatic, common-sense, hard-headed, sensible
Direct - straightforward; frank; candid

Persistent - indefatigable; stubborn; persisting, especially in spite of opposition, obstacles, discouragement, etc.
Calculating - shrewd; cautious; selfishly scheming
Guarded - cautious; careful; prudent
Inured - accustomed to hardship, difficulty, pain, etc.; toughened

Insidious - operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect
Cynical - bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic
Grim - having a harsh, surly, forbidding, or morbid air
Vindictive - disposed or inclined to revenge; vengeful

Nerys might not seem like the most inviting personality to get into contact with at first - she can appear rather standoffish and will certainly take everything with a grain of salt. She is, however, always willing to hear others out and responds to common sense.
Nerys is a no-nonsense and straight to business kind of gal, and doesn’t usually bother beating around the bush unless it actually serves a purpose. She is very down to earth and firmly rooted, choosing pragmatic ways over fancy any day. She is generally willing to try anything if it can be logically rationalized. She thinks for herself and is quick to make judgements, just usually not out loud. She doesn’t generally trust anyone’s word for anything, and is the type to want to see things for herself. She is quick and sharp on decisions and tends to think forward - sometimes exhaustingly far ahead forward. She has the patience to plan things ahead and keep with her plans, even if in her everyday life she can be fairly temperamental.

A good friend but a terrifying enemy; Nerys might not let anyone in easy, but once you’re in, you’re in for good. That is, unless you break the trust, in which case you will not be forgiven. Period. In a sense Nerys is fairly black and white when it comes to emotions and friendships. She holds onto things for a very long time and has a hard time letting go even menial stuff, in good and bad. She can hold onto things like trick cards in her pockets for a very long time, and is prone to digging up old incidents. Knowing when to stop can be hard for Nerys at times when she gets actually involved, and she will, both literally and metaphorically, beat a dead horse.

Once you get through the cold exterior, Nerys will show more of her rugged sense of humor and converse her thoughts more freely. She is not shy and definitely doesn’t act like a lady - be prepared to be whacked by a tentacle in the face if you expect otherwise. She is not the best at showing or describing her feelings, but she does try her best when she really cares for someone.
Nerys takes promises and vows extremely seriously, and will always keep her end of the deal even if it isn’t convenient for her. She never makes promises easily for this exact reason, and highly dislikes anyone who is not up for their word. Her trust is hard to acquire but easy to lose.

In her work, Nerys is tireless and truly interested. She might not be emotionally the subtlest or warmest, but she will do her darndest to make her patients alright. When talking about anything related to her profession she has a totally different tune, and is always more than willing to discuss the tricks of the trade with another Medic.

History:

Nerys was born to a Merchant couple near the Skeldr town - they were healthy, productive and married, so it wasn’t difficult to get a permission for a foal. Her father, Skoll, was semi-stationary, travelling selling the goods during the easier months, while her mother, Nila, stayed in their combined house and shop. A new life was wished for and cherished, but the pregnancy itself wasn’t quite as easy as could have been hoped. Nila had a few miscarriages before she was able to finally carry a foal to term, something she kept a secret to the best of her ability. She prayed often during her pregnancy, and it did feel slightly morbid when her daughter was finally born blessed with Necromancy. A filly was a slight disappointment for Skoll, but he didn’t dare to voice the thoughts out loud - his daughter was blessed by Kaia, after all.

Nerys grew up much like the rest of the kids in the village; she received a basic education from a Caenna and spent her days otherwise equally playing and helping around with small tasks at home. She did, however, always have a deep fascination with life and death, and it was not once or twice she freaked other kids and even her parents out by using her blessing on small, dead critters and bones, making them clumsily dance around like ragdolls.
The fascination grew as Nerys aged, and she sought to become an apprentice under a Medic in their village. Her parents had hoped for a child to continue their career paths, but it seemed like a fruitless pursuit to demand their headstrong daughter to do something that just clearly wasn’t for her. Thus, Nerys started filling her days with studies, always eager to learn more. Her mentor was quite pleased that their apprentice could make wilted herbs come back to life, and a little less pleased that the assembled anatomy skeleton models went dancing around when they had their backs turned.

When Nerys became of age, her parents organized a marriage for her with another well-off Merchant family. The thought was rather off-putting to Nerys, but she agreed because she was promised a new, even more talented mentor in the Skeldr town. The thought of more patients and knew knowledge sounded alluring enough, and her husband, Baldric, just happened to come with the deal. Nerys was not very taken with her new husband, and didn’t mind that he travelled with the wares from time to time; instead she threw herself even deeper into the world of medicine. Whenever Baldric was home she pretended to be at least a somewhat good wife, but in her eyes her husband was as dumb as a bucket. His parents, though, were such skilled workers that they could easily provide even for their only son’s family where their son sometimes lacked a bit.
Baldric, however, considered himself not only a great Merchant but quite the ladies’ man, and in time entered into another marriage. For a moment Nerys was relieved, mostly thinking she might be left alone now. Nerys hadn’t wanted to severe any family ties, and was, despite her personal feelings, loyal to the bond with Baldric. What she hadn’t anticipated, was that the new wife, Alana, was a delightful, sweet young mare, and they got along great after a rocky start. Nerys felt that Alana was everything she was not; so kind, so gentle, such a warmth around the house. As they got to know each other and became friends, she couldn’t help but fall head over heels in love eventually. After a while Alana returned the feelings - a housewife of a traveling man was a lonely part, after all. Alana’s job was to keep Baldric’s shop running when he was gone and Nerys was very happy to fill in, and even dreamed of running away with Alana one day.

Alana, being a very housewifey-type, was more focused on making the home feel good and wished for offspring more than anything. Once the boring winter months rolled in, Baldric couldn’t quite keep it in his pants and Alana was pregnant before spring, and most importantly before a permission. Nerys pleaded for her to end the pregnancy and wait for the permission, but Alana wouldn’t listen. Once she was able to present herself to the Stone Circle, she was quite obviously showing. What was worse, was that the spring was harsh, and Baldric was deemed to be on his limit of what he could support - a permission was not granted. Alana was filled with grief, and Nerys hadn’t felt quite so sorry in her life as she did helping take care of it. It was a seed of not only disagreement, but hate, hate that the system was hurting someone she loved dearly.

And it only got worse. Despite Nerys’ best efforts, things didn’t go well. Alana began to show signs of bad infection, and nothing would stop it, not even asking other Medics for help. Alana died in horrible pain, and while Baldric was sorry, for Nerys he could never be sorry enough. She had never experienced such hurt, and it soon turned into rage - first burning hot, and then cold; cold like death. With the coldness came an emotionless determination, and Nerys crafted her plan in bitterness. She visited Alana’s grave every day, until she stopped entirely; she just couldn’t take it any longer.

She gave small amounts of poison to Baldric every day, hidden in his meals. At first he just felt a bit sick, but weakened over weeks and months. Nerys feigned to care for him tenderly, all the while keeping at her plan. Baldric got sicker and sicker, no one could guess why - and finally he died. Nerys stayed for the necessary handling of the corpse, then took what gear Baldric had and ran. To her, this was no longer home. She no longer wanted to be a part of this, inferior because of her gender, told what to do by a War-Lord. To Nerys it was even worse that Hira was a mare as well, it tasted like betrayal through the very bitter glasses she was viewing the world through by now.

Nerys had planned to become a vagabond - to her, anything was better than this. On her way away from Onea, she ran into Bloody Flank Raiders instead. At first, she was obviously rather scared for her life, but after both parties concluded that they were not actually truly against each other, she shared a campfire overnight. By morning, she was ready to plead to join. Was it a spur of a moment thing? Absolutely. But in her maddened, slow-burning rage, what could have been better but to actually fully turn against her past? It had a poetic ring to it. A moment to be seized.
She made a pretty compelling case, being a well-versed Medic and not afraid to speak against the War-Lord. She was healthy and able-bodied, but what sealed the deal was when she made the trampled grass beneath the Raiders’ hooves turn lush again with her Necromancy.

Nerys was allowed to go with the Flanks to Ghosthold, and once she was officially made part of them she quickly started to blend in and learn valuable survival skills more adapted for the icy surroundings. She was hard at work, as working with the Flanks was working towards her own goals at the same time. For the first time in a very long while she felt somewhat settled. She hadn’t expected to feel like she belonged, but once she did, she slowly started letting go of her personal vendetta in favor for what was good for the clan.
When the clan split, she was situated in Ghosthold, and chose to stay in Ghosthold as well, for she feels her loyalty is more towards Gidal for letting her join, rather than Vidar. After the collapse of Ghosthall, she is helping to the best of her ability in the aftermath. Quietly she is actually looking forward to return to Onean soil, now joined with the Flanks.

Trivia:
x Teke color is emerald green
x Can use a short sword, if somewhat clumsily
x Fairly religious and prays pretty often to both Kaia and Cascade
x Can do a very mean bitch slap with her tentacles

Relations:
x Mom: Nila, NPC, Alive
x Dad: Skoll, NPC, Alive

x Ex-husband: Baldric , NPC, Dead
x Lover: Alana, NPC, Dead (sheet inc)

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