Sinnie Nyx Ujua

[Nex]

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Paralyzed by the fact that I've changed

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[break][break] His Death: it began when he was born in the Zora Sea, but he was the only of his clutch to survive. He was his mother’s one and only Sinnie. She told him his name means: One who swims on the Darkness of the Moon, a poetic name that belonged to his great grandfather. But soon after he learned to count before he walked his merchant family was on the move. There they traveled to meet with his uncle so that his father and uncle could grow their business. His uncle owned a shop that sold antiques and his father made friends with everyone he met. It was only natural that his father become the salesman who met with every customer and knew everyone’s name. For a long time Sinnie had wanted to become just like him. But one day his cousin and him had gone fishing, but the foolish fries had decided to brave a Biri’s nest and Sinnie was scarred. The right half of his face lost its muscle function, the bite of a coral knife his cousin swung to fend off the jellies had cut him instead, right beneath his eye. When they returned Sinnie was blamed and his uncle locked him in his room, forestalling treatment of the wound, which was not tended to until his mother and father returned. HIs uncle had insisted the boy refused his help and put his cousin in danger. Sinnie’s father scolded him and heard not the pleas of his son. That is when Sinnie lost the pride he had for his father, who was more worried of his ties in his uncle’s business than his wellbeing. It was not long after that where his uncle and father went on a trip to the Goron’s land to trade, but his father never returned. His uncle said that he was lost in a whirlpool, but Sinnie knew the evil in this man and so he took that very knife that scarred his face and...he is now the prince of his family’s empire and there was no stopping him. He painted over the scar on his face with a tattoo, as red as the blood he spilled. The marking read b-i-r-i in the ancient Zora language. [break][break] His First Love was a woman with a bucket. It had a hole in it. He had met the Hylian woman as she attempted to play a song, taking a break during her chores. The bucket she collected water with had a hole at the bottom of it, so no water would stay. In her clumsy motions: the instrument fell from her hands and sank to the bottom of the river where the young merchant floated, pensive of his trip into Hyrule proper. He floated in quiet meditation where he would hear the discordant song of a pipe being played, only to rouse as it stopped, the precious belonging coming to sit by his head in the mud and sand. He came to the surface to return her instrument, and eventually they began to talk. He didn’t hate the music, and fancied this girl. He would desire to become a soldier so he could remain by his beloved so, in his love-struck adolescence, he trained against the wishes of his family. He had come so close to to carrying the spear of a proud Zora soldier, even tattooing his head-fins, but it was not meant to be for after he concluded his training he would be unable to find her. He desperately searched, butt none could claim knowledge of her. This was his first and last love. He would drag himself back to the family's business. After the heart crushing loss he could only find the ebb and flow of meeting customers a life consumed by self-serving persons whom he eventually swept beneath him. Body after body -- they served as pawns to his ultimate goal. He learned instead to trade and filled the growing isolation with an obsession of biri: collecting them as pets or specimen in his room throughout his youth. In hi drive to fill that emptiness he sought to become a biri. They lived in large and small groups. They had no purpose, no responsibility. They were perfect. And so he would become a biri and perfect his Magicka, mimicking their perfect defenses. [break][break] His Tragedy had appeared in the form of a warrior. He had bent the machinations of the cruel and heartless world as far back as he was able. He would once again meet with his lost love, only to be plagued by the darkness of her clouded psyche: her memories shattered by tragedy and he only remembered as the Zora who listened to her practice. It was crushing and he had lost another piece of his spirit that day. It was that warrior who had poked and prodded him: a Hylian who thought himself a hero. All he did was bite, berate and bitterly question the Zora as if he were the one who killed his father. As if he were the one to scar his own face . . . He was a merchant prince and this lowly warrior would dare question his prestige, his honor, his ...purpose in life. After everything he had lost there was nothing left for him. HIs stubborn pride would not let this man spread rumors and so his nigh infinite patience would snap -- he took his tongue. He was free from his lies. [break][break] His lost life had meant nothing to him. Only his titles and reputation had held any value. Then he met a Gerudo who languished his existence as much as he. They did not get along, and it was only she he trusted to tell him the truth in the most dire of circumstances. And so he asked her: was it wrong to avenge his father, to fall in love, and to cut out the tongue of the betrayer? And she told him earnestly. He was an idiot to care. It painted an intriguing picture on how she viewed his life. She had nothing, he had everything. And yet he could not have her. His money meant nothing to her, his prestige may as well have been a filthy handkerchief because his sins had been so easily washed away by her unaffectionate malcontention with him. So perhaps there was value left in his life had become something different and so he travels again as a merchant, not of death nor of antiques. What he sought were treasures to fill his cove and mount on his family’s walls so that they could forget the blood that stained their history because he now sought a treasure that could alter memories and undo evil. He wanted to purge his sins even if that meant he committed a few more along the way. So he would become a relic hunter, using his knowledge of trade to fuel his new obsession. And so the seas would find just one still swimming in the Darkness... [break][break] His true love was all that he coveted. His life was wishy, washy, and sometimes wholly whimsical. Maybe having a family meant constantly doubting your reality and demanding affirmations of affectionate so that you could prove to your heart that you did something right. He hardly wished to be like he was, nor did he dream of being like his father. What he wished to be was better so that he need not bring such hardships to his own thereafter. He no longer handled rupee, or traveled to beyond his will. He studied history rather than charting property. If his father could put down his warrior's will so could he turn away from his endless procuring. [attr="class","Vfreebox"] [attr="class","Vappfreeformbox"] [attr="class","Vappfreeformhdr"]Inventory [attr="class","Vappfreeform"] [attr="class","Vappfreeformtext"] SPELL OR ITEM NAME: [break][break] Shock: While such fora Zora seems ironic to specialize in electric attacks this ability is more akin to the shocking sting of the Biri he is so obsessively fascinated with. When threatened by a grappling hold Nyx can produce a sting of electricity over his forearms and torso, temporarily stunning his enemies. To use this ability he must not only be under duress, but in close contact with the aforementioned body parts. It is not a suitable ability for active combat, but more so acts as a deterrent from grappling. Because it can only be used in bursts Nyx cannot hold a sustained shock to do very much, if any severe damage to a person beyond stunning them. If he tries to maintain or prolong it he electrocutes himself in the process. [break][break] He must be touched on his torso or forearms. [break] He must be in active combat to trigger it. [break] It can only be used in close range. [break] It can only last three second per shock. [break] It cannot incapacitate, or kill. [break] He can hurt himself with it. [break][break] RACIAL ABILITY: + Gills and Fins: Zora are able to breathe underwater without the help of blue dye or a breathing apparatus. [break][break] + Swim Champions: All Zora swim at ease underwater. They are fast, able to fit in narrow spaces, and can outmatch any other race in the water at ease. [break][break] - Weak to Electricity: Zora are not very strong against electricity - especially since it spreads like wildfire in water. It can be fatal if exposed to enough, and they will take much more damage than other races. [break][break] OTHER: A sharp dagger made of coral

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[Nex]

Scribe Roleplay Sample

It could hardly be believed when Nex took up such a role. It was not so much the doubt of his new family, but the concern over his temperament. He swore up and down he had gained much patience in his age, but as he scoured the library, papers being hurled and objects being ejected from the room with enough force such as to shatter them on impact on the opposite wall: it did not seem evident that he gained any chill in his upward growth. The Zora had aged gracefully, as much as he could with a distorted concept of time as he had and a lacking sense of social decorum. His scruffy hair was grown out and more neatly kept than before and his body tattoos more conservatively hidden as his presence and time around books became a more pronounced part of his day to day life. He started his life as a traveling merchant, but, in time, he drifted into the work of a scribe. The work naturally progressed from his efforts in the archaeological fields and attempting to discovery a history now destroyed and ruined by the contemptuous wiles of men who thought to play gods. A natural course, right? With the Calamity came incompetency and as such: Nex found himself desperate to manage it. "A hundred years!" He complained as he turned his desk upside-down, in the most literal sense, in search of a book. "A hundred years worth of time and you would think they could learn my cataloging system after a century and put the tomes away correctly! I don't care if you're illiterate, stay out of the library if you can't put it back!" His granddaughter watched from the wings. She was lounging on a supple couch of velvet with her sword's scabbard laid over her thighs: legs kicked over the seat's arm as she watched his rampage. She had the very book he sought in hand, but felt it was perhaps better to stay quiet as she read. She calmly turned a page as he rushed past her: his graying locks flowing behind him like a cloak. His blue eyes rummaged the northern wall of shelves once more, assured he had returned his favorite book. It was a collection of Zora songs he had put together as a youngling during his time, however temporary, in service of the crown as a spear. He would bang his forehead against the shelf as he slid to his knees and slumped over. Waves of dread rolled off him in waves, causing the young woman to sink deeper into her seat, further behind the books. A messenger of the Seekers would land on the lip of the library's window: a raven with a message around his neck. The man's granddaughter would stand to collect the letter and pet the bird, the book now tucked under her arm. "Come on gran'dad, how come it's so important to find? It isn't like you don't have all those songs memorized..." She'd put her finger to her lips as the Raven canted his head giving her a queer look. Nex remained slumped against the shelf. He raised his hand, pantomiming his facial expressions with a flicking wrist as he remained in his prone state. "Because that is the last remaining cipher of the ancient Zora language I have at hand. We just received some rubbings of old Zora text..." He would sigh and pull himself to his feet. The young girl looked to the raven, both flinching when the desk soon met with the rest of the debris in the hallway as a shattered, splintered mess. "H-hey, look what I found gran'dad!" She held up the book as she walked towards him with the raven's message. "And you got a message too!" The air in the library has since calmed. All above the shelves were open rafters where the ravens roosted. Feeders laid out along the tops of the ancient bookcases. The Zora unfurled the missive as he took the book in hand. The young woman pushed onto her tiptoes, looking up towards the man as curiosity filled her eyes. She was unable to read the cipher he used for the missives. It was another contract from that fellow who fancied himself a Hylian. Calls himself Tingle. "Honestly how many times must we deny this one's contracts before he gets the damn hint?" He would sigh and turn heel to leave the room. "Why is my desk out here?" He looked to his grandchild, who shrugged. "Nevermind that, come." He took her hand and headed off to inform the Lord Commander.

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