contessa, nyla mirane. wip.

[Nyla Contessa]

N.C
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night

No matter what the time

FULL NAME:
Nyla Mirane Contessa

NICKNAME(S):
Ny/N.C/Lady Nyla. Mira, for the other tribe masters.

AGE:
24

ALIGNMENT:
Neutral

JOB:
Recital Combat Master;

Weapons' Mistress

DISTRICT:
Piacere District

APARTMENT NUMBER:
Make sure that your number isn't taken before posting here.

I`m just alone

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:
At least two paragraphs.

BIOGRAPHY:

at a time of no hour.

camille, dammit! the man pulls free his mask without so much as a thought, and throws it with great power and accuracy towards the beast's eye, eliciting a loud roar of mixed pain and anger. surrounded, and yet so desperate to save his family, the pony-tailed man doesn't stop running. he pins down a wild beast by a mere push of his palm as he somersaults, high-kicks another from the chin, and lands on the wet ground, inaudible in his steps. he pulls on the tied red, lace ribbon on his left shoulder as he approaches, and whips away at another beast that had appeared from his left, lassoing it around its neck, and pulling it effortlessly away to the disance.

the dark sky continues to cry, followed by the growls of thunder and screams of lightning.

yet none of these sounds bring him to a more nervous state that he was than the cries of his new-born, muffled by the protection of the woman lying still on the grasslands. cam, i'm here. he bends to his knees, breathing ruggedly as he scoops her up in his arms, sighing in relief as he hears her silent breaths as he turns her over. she's bleeding from the chest, and suddenly he furrows his brows, with the expression on anger, frustration, and annoyance, all rolled up towards himself.

neal.. ? the silent word is spoken breathless, but it's enough to grab his entire attention. it's enough to slow his breath, and make tears swell in her husband's eyes. i'm sorry.. she tries to smile, but finds that even her breathings are getting harder to obtain, so she tries to cover her winces. but she knows that it's useless -- he knows physical changes too well. for once, the cold is starting to seep in to his system, and he can feel his heart breaking. could you ever forgive me?

th-there's nothing.. to forgive.. he's crying, and she finds this hard to comprehend. being who he was and what he was capable of, it's hard to imagine it. we both were craving for rain.. this time, she manages her usual, gentle smile, and grabs hold of her last strength, enabling her to uncover the large bundle, covered in thick material, hidden underneath her coat, and revealing the surprised face of a bue-eyed, red-eyed baby. both parents find themselves smiling down on her. take care of our nyla.. okay?

the final words were left unanswered, but no word was needed to be spoken anymore. the silent plea encased in the aching smile was all that was needed to be given.

sunrise | 5 years

perspired to the bones, she reaches her final checkpoint, left without shoes as they had been taken down along with the broken bridge. her feet walks cautiously on the damp ground of the forest, but stops near a tree as the amount of drained energy suddenly collapses on her tiny figure. she thinks to herself that, maybe later, she would ask her father to shorten the distance, considering the overwhelming amount of obstacles too. then again, she couldn't really complain.

she had been the one to approach him for this, and had been well serious with dealing with the consequences.

oh man, she groans, face-palms as her thumb grazes over a torn edge of her dress. it's a white nightgown that just reaches to the knees, which she had thought would be more useful, but apparently, as she takes a deep breath and continues to walk, she needed to wear something that had the guarantee of no tearing.

hey! her head snaps up as she sees a bunch of children swing down from the trees, and stands in a group before her, getting a puzzled face from the sweaty girl. we saw what you did to the bridge. she raises both eyebrows. really? hehe, i'm good, right? apparently, that wasn't the right thing to say. why did you do that?! now we can't go back! i'm scared now! their angry faces and protests elicits an 'i-can't-belive-this-is-happening' expression from her face. but of course, she can't ignore this -- that wasn't how she was brought up.

that's not true, she says, shaking her head. she points towards the way she came from, with a bright smile on her face. i can get us out of here.

Destiny forgotten,

SKILL(S):
Your character's physical abilities, such as stealing.

POWER(S):
Your character's magical abilities, such as black magic and white magic.

WEAPON(S):
Your character's weapons.

Even though I kept going.

CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
There's A Place For Us - Carrie Underwood

FACE CLAIM:
[i]Devil May Cry[/i] - [b]Lady/Mary[/b] - Nyla Contessa

OoC NAME:
Hiabuus, again. ^^

HOW'D YOU FIND US?
Answer here.

PASSWORDS:
You'll find it in the rules.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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