Post by Nym K. Wolf on Sept 14, 2015 17:02:59 GMT -5
Nym Kathleen Wolf
theme song:; I Just Wanna Run by The Downtown Fiction
description:; Nym is a odd duckling despite her royal blood. You wouldn't think her to be unusual. Not with her red shoulder length hair. Or, her lovely pale complexion, slender body, clear water blue eyes, and average height. However, she is quite weird; only likes being around animals/talks to them, always writing in a green pocket notebook. And, that is only the beginning.
playby:; Molly Quinn
age:; sweet 20
gender:; Female
race: born a Roumari Vampyre
should we put bricks on your head?:; Nym is 5"3 tall
no place like home:; America
getting lucky with ~someone~:; Heterosexual
babies coming?:;Single
abilities:; Innate-Silver Tongue
Level 1-Fire Control
Level 2-Pyromania
weapon(s):;Level 1-Fire Control
Level 2-Pyromania
She has learned that her bare hands are very useful. Nym prefers pocket knives than any other weapon. She likes to get close and personal. Still learning the vital places to hit/puncture. Along with pressure points. Also, her girly little fangs.
whatcha~wearin?:;Anything that's comfortable. Jeans and T's. Maybe, a tank top. Always has a jacket with a hood on it with her. With sneakers, flip flops, or bare feet.
transportation:;Mostly likes to walk, but will use other methods of transportation.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;Can be seen wearing a black tribal wolf necklace with a fake silver chain. Always has a pocket knife on her. Or, three.
disposition to the law:; Lawful
alignment:;Neutral
likes:; Poetry
Solitude
Music
Moon
Forest
Animals
Mind Games
dislikes:; Solitude
Music
Moon
Forest
Animals
Mind Games
Sun light
People in general
Authority
Bright colors
phobias:; People in general
Authority
Bright colors
Claustrophobic, scotomaphobia.
obsessions:; Protecting those she holds dear
background:;Nym apparently was not long for this world. She was a young girl of nineteen. Who was packing to go off to college on a stormy friday night. When her cell rang. She answered the loud annoying thing only to get a mumbled hey on the other end. Sighing, Nym knew who it was sadly. Not wasting any time, she asked the person on the other end what they wanted. Apparently, getting drunk at a going away party, when your suppose to be at home grounded. Means calling your friend to help sneak you into your room at three in the morning. Nym usually was a night-owl, but this was just bad luck on her part. She agreed to help out though.
Meeting her friend outside the large gotty house where the party had been held. Nym's friend staggered into Nym's mom's small red toyota truck. Saying their greeting, and Nym trying to hold back from scolding her friend. Turned on some music to pass the time. While her friend assumed to pass out. Driving down the old country road, lite by only the light of the moon. There was no one on the road this late at night. So, Nym decided to turn on her brights in order to see better. The road was clear as the tires picked up the gravel, dirt, and threw it behind them in a trail of dust. Becoming comfortable while listening to the music on the radio. Nym leaned back in the driver seat and took one hand off the wheel. Her friend mumbled something in her sleep, and as Nym glanced at her in the passenger side seat. A deer jumped out of the far tree line and dashed across the road into Nym's path. Nym looked back at the road just in time to swerve the truck into the right side ditch. The panicked deer had stopped dead in it's tracks for a split second then dashed across the ditch into the tree line.
Having blacked out from the crash. Nym slowly opened her eyes and tried to move her bruised body. Her head had hit the steering wheel as the truck impacted on the hard cold dirt outside. She touched her forehead as if she could stop the pain. As she felt her forehead; she could feel something wet, warm coming down from her hair line. Nym started to panic and looked to the right side of her. Only to see that her friend's body had gone through the windshield. Nym's heart rate at this point was through the roof. Making it hard for her to breath and she felt like she was about to black out again. Climbing out of the tilted red truck, she stumbled to find her friend. Which didn't take long. Nym found her friend a few feet from the vehicle, but not alone. There was someone bent over her body. Relieved they haven't been the only two on the road, Nym tried to speak to the stranger. However, her voice came out in a whisper from it being hoarse. Touching her throat; Nym could see the stranger look up, turn her way, and watched as a dark liquid ran down the strangers chin. Wanting to scream, Nym was frozen in fear. On top of that, her eye sight began to go black. She could hear her heart in her ears. Then her body collapsed on the cold dewy ground.
When she came too. Nym was in a light colored room with maroon drapes. She realized she was laying on a canopy bed when she decided to sit up rather quickly. Making her head spin and her eye sight unfocused. Taking a deep breath while putting both her hand on either side of her face. She noticed the sheets of the bed she was sitting on was once white with lace. However, they were now covered in red and brown. Which she could only think to be dirt and blood. Trying not to pass out again, she began to rock back and forth. When the door to the bedroom swung open hastily. A figure stood in the opening around six foot maybe. Smiled, walked forward then stopped. Nym hadn't noticed she was standing with a lamp in her hands. The stranger only smirked at this reaction as he stepped forward once more. Nym threw the lamp at the person and tried to dart pass him. However, the stranger seemed to dodge the lamp without any trouble while grabbing her what seemed to be at the same time. Then the figure spoke. What he had to say changed Nym's life forever. Or, should we say. Afterlife.
Meeting her friend outside the large gotty house where the party had been held. Nym's friend staggered into Nym's mom's small red toyota truck. Saying their greeting, and Nym trying to hold back from scolding her friend. Turned on some music to pass the time. While her friend assumed to pass out. Driving down the old country road, lite by only the light of the moon. There was no one on the road this late at night. So, Nym decided to turn on her brights in order to see better. The road was clear as the tires picked up the gravel, dirt, and threw it behind them in a trail of dust. Becoming comfortable while listening to the music on the radio. Nym leaned back in the driver seat and took one hand off the wheel. Her friend mumbled something in her sleep, and as Nym glanced at her in the passenger side seat. A deer jumped out of the far tree line and dashed across the road into Nym's path. Nym looked back at the road just in time to swerve the truck into the right side ditch. The panicked deer had stopped dead in it's tracks for a split second then dashed across the ditch into the tree line.
Having blacked out from the crash. Nym slowly opened her eyes and tried to move her bruised body. Her head had hit the steering wheel as the truck impacted on the hard cold dirt outside. She touched her forehead as if she could stop the pain. As she felt her forehead; she could feel something wet, warm coming down from her hair line. Nym started to panic and looked to the right side of her. Only to see that her friend's body had gone through the windshield. Nym's heart rate at this point was through the roof. Making it hard for her to breath and she felt like she was about to black out again. Climbing out of the tilted red truck, she stumbled to find her friend. Which didn't take long. Nym found her friend a few feet from the vehicle, but not alone. There was someone bent over her body. Relieved they haven't been the only two on the road, Nym tried to speak to the stranger. However, her voice came out in a whisper from it being hoarse. Touching her throat; Nym could see the stranger look up, turn her way, and watched as a dark liquid ran down the strangers chin. Wanting to scream, Nym was frozen in fear. On top of that, her eye sight began to go black. She could hear her heart in her ears. Then her body collapsed on the cold dewy ground.
When she came too. Nym was in a light colored room with maroon drapes. She realized she was laying on a canopy bed when she decided to sit up rather quickly. Making her head spin and her eye sight unfocused. Taking a deep breath while putting both her hand on either side of her face. She noticed the sheets of the bed she was sitting on was once white with lace. However, they were now covered in red and brown. Which she could only think to be dirt and blood. Trying not to pass out again, she began to rock back and forth. When the door to the bedroom swung open hastily. A figure stood in the opening around six foot maybe. Smiled, walked forward then stopped. Nym hadn't noticed she was standing with a lamp in her hands. The stranger only smirked at this reaction as he stepped forward once more. Nym threw the lamp at the person and tried to dart pass him. However, the stranger seemed to dodge the lamp without any trouble while grabbing her what seemed to be at the same time. Then the figure spoke. What he had to say changed Nym's life forever. Or, should we say. Afterlife.
Worships Aine Erotes.
Weak against Elm.
Weak against Elm.
