Post by Nikja on Apr 20, 2019 0:23:39 GMT
The visage of Nikja is like that of a dying fire, with her skin the same lilac as still-warm ashes, her hair a bright white, and her eyes like two superhot coals. Her infernal ancestry is also made clear by her two horns, like those of a springbok, that jut backwards through her hair, and her pronounced upper canines.
At a tall 6'0", the black feather-scale armour she wears is that of an acolyte of the Mother of Ravens, and the shield she carries matches that of her chaperone, Kaliel, who she looks to with a deferential, yet highly attentive eye.
Though at a distance her appearance could be construed as intimidating, a conversation with Nikja is all one needs for this preconception to fall away. Her attitude is one of eternal optimism, often to the chagrin of her mentor.
In fact, the most intimidating thing about Nikja, once one gets to know her, is her abject lack of motor skills. A look at her hands will show several fresh scratches and punctures, some of those from her forgetting about the horns on her own head.
Despite these many layers, however, Nikja's final quality is something quite untenable. Those who know her have found that in the rare moments where her attention finally begins to fade, a sort of force begins to radiate from her. This is an aura of sheer personality, as if in that moment she could ask the fates themselves to change their course. However, as soon as this begins to appear, it disappears, usually because she's just tripped over her own feet.
At a tall 6'0", the black feather-scale armour she wears is that of an acolyte of the Mother of Ravens, and the shield she carries matches that of her chaperone, Kaliel, who she looks to with a deferential, yet highly attentive eye.
Though at a distance her appearance could be construed as intimidating, a conversation with Nikja is all one needs for this preconception to fall away. Her attitude is one of eternal optimism, often to the chagrin of her mentor.
In fact, the most intimidating thing about Nikja, once one gets to know her, is her abject lack of motor skills. A look at her hands will show several fresh scratches and punctures, some of those from her forgetting about the horns on her own head.
Despite these many layers, however, Nikja's final quality is something quite untenable. Those who know her have found that in the rare moments where her attention finally begins to fade, a sort of force begins to radiate from her. This is an aura of sheer personality, as if in that moment she could ask the fates themselves to change their course. However, as soon as this begins to appear, it disappears, usually because she's just tripped over her own feet.
