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| Nikki_Adora
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Subject: Nikki Adora | |||||
| Appearance Height- 5'4" Weight 135 lbs Age 19 Appeared Age 17 Hair Light Blonde Eyes Silver Blue Body Athletic Build Scares, piercing, tattoos Right Arm Small scar from her training with a sword as a child on her shoulder, it is covered by her robes. Left Arm None Back Scar on her right shoulder extends a bit to her back. Appears to have been received from a blow to the back during training. Chest None Weapons, Armor, ect Primary Weapon Magical Abilities Secondary Weapon Steel Dagger Shield Iron Kite Helm Iron Large Helmet Armor Iron Chain Mail Legs Iron Greaves Other Clothing White and Purple Robe Abilities Healing- The ability to heal wounds on others and herself. Does not work well all the time. Dream Sight- The ability to see part of past events and some future events in her dreams. However, it can get mixed up some so she sometimes just sees bits and pieces of past events but future events are not definite and are able to be altered, it is more of a look at what could happen if the path she is following does not change. Background Story No true name known, once thought orphaned while an infant by war that hit her homeland. Troops traveling through heard her crying and feeling sympathy for her, hid her away as more troops came through. Once night fell, he gathered the infant up and slipped away from camp to a friendly village where he knew the infant would be cared for. He knew of an elderly, childless couple just inside the village and made his way to the small farm house. He laid the infant on the stoop and knocked before disappearing into the night once again. The couple soon opened the door to notice no one standing on the stoop then hearing the whimpering of a baby they looked down and saw the infant on the stoop. The wife, surprised by the sight, quickly scooped the infant up and made off to the kitchen to get some milk. Being farmers they had bottles and milk to feed the animals they care for always ready at hand. As the wife was feeding the infant, she looked to her husband who was smiling proudly as if it were their own child she held in her arms. She looked back down to the infant as she fed hungrily on the bottle. As she grew older her parents noticed her incredible knack for the arcane. Her parents soon enrolled her in the local arcane school where she excelled in everything she did. Her instructor saw how she was progressing and soon asked her to bring her parents in to meet with him and, of course, she agreed, eager to show her parents her skills. Although, basic skills, the child was able to display a full understanding and control of a very minor heal spell. Her skills growing everyday as she became more and more eager to learn new skills and spells. Her parents noticing the change in her mental state as she practiced the art, she was changing in more ways than one and becoming more and more different from the couple who raised her. One day, while practicing her skills she invited her mother to try with her...Knowing full well she was unable the woman declined, fearing that the girl would hind out the hidden secret of her adoption by the woman's inability to use magic. The girl just nodded as her mother declined to practice as she knew her mother had a busy evening ahead of her getting the meal on the fire and cleaning the still small house they all lived in. As time passed the girl continued to look for a way to get her mother to show her what she knew. The mother continued to make excuses as to why she could not preform any skills until one day her mother finally had enough and summoned all her courage and tried her hardest to preform a skill she learned from a traveler to her village when she was young...Slowly a small spark appeared at the tips of her fingers then in a flash it was gone. She smiled at the girl then explained that she was so out of practice that the small flame would not remain more than a few seconds. The girl then turning to head back to the chair settled there to look out the window to the forest then thought deeply of what her own future would hold. Later that night, when the girl feel to sleep, her dreams spoke to her and told her of a war when she was just an infant. Her mother and father both killed. This caused the girl to toss in her bed roll...How could this be? Her mother and father are here and raised her from when she was born. The dream continued as she slept uneasily, she saw the trooper that carried her from the collapsed house to the small village...She saw the stoop to the small farm house she lived in now. She saw the older couple come to the door and the woman scoop her up and carry her off to feed her. Soon she awoke, her breathing heavy, she climbed out of the bed roll and went to her mother's bed roll. She shook her and woke her up asking her why she dreamed that dream. Her mother frowned and just began explaining how she was dropped off on their stoop one night and how she and her husband raised her up to the young lady she is today. They did not know who her parents were or where they were from but the woman told her that the person who left her there at their home knew she would be loved and cared for otherwise she would have not ended up there. The girl was now stricken with grief...What had happened to her real parents? Who was she really? These questions remained unanswered for several years until she came across an old beggar that recognized her great ability for the arcane arts. He approached her and introduced himself as a friend and told her of a long line of great acolytes that were attacked several years back in a small village just to the south of her own village. This must have been her real home and real family. As time passed she thanked the old beggar and gave him a few coins she had saved up for a meal later that evening. The beggar smiled and took the small gift. The girl soon began her journey to find her true self...Her emotions healing again from the tremendous blow about the war and her own survival in a stranger's home. She did not even know her own name and now knew she was just an orphan with a history that turned out to be a lie....... Her true name was Nikki Adora |
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