RPGNamira
An undead mage, fickle and easily amused. "Still breathing, are you? Haven't you heard? Dead is the new alive. Or at least, that's what I read from all these celebrities trying to look as skeletal as possible..."
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Script
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
The Orsa of Terminus wish to claim twelve artifacts to release their imprisoned lord, known only as The Sealed One. The Patronus Guardians seek to keep these artifacts from the Sealed One and his generals.
Description
Age: 19, honest. Don't let the flaking flesh and white skin fool you. She's a teen beauty queen
Race: Undead (Supernatural. She likes to put the emphasis on the 'super' part)
Occupation: Is 'slaughterer of innocents' an occupation? If it is, she's on the board of directors. Also, she's an interior designer. And I'm not even kidding.
Alignment: Namira finds that this kind of labeling simply encourages prejudice and discrimination. On a side note, the last person to call her evil ended up on a spike with an amusing expression on their face.
Appearance: Lush, beautiful blonde hair, buxom breasts and a cute smile. Just an example of how NOT to describe Namira. Beauty is not a speciality of the undead, and any looks she might have had before she died went away when she took the effort to stand back up again. Her eyes did get a lot brighter, and do in fact glow green within her gaunt face. Her skin is pure white, and her build is as thin as... well, a skeleton. Possibly due to the skeletal nature of her form. She is quite literally a bag of bones, and only has a very thin layer of skin over her bones. She does have some hair though, that is an odd dark turquoise colour and falls to the nape of her neck in unwashed strands.
Personality: Namira isn't your typical undead mage, in that she can engage in conversation beyond "Uhhhhhhhg" and in fact has a theory that all those that do that are simply suffering from terrible migraines. It is as of yet unproven, but she is confident that if she kills the right people it will end up accepted widely. Being undead though, she has some standards to keep, and thus isn't the type to skip around with the birds singing along, and is more likely to set the birds on fire. Then bring them back to life. Then set them on fire again, but purple this time.
Namira is renowned for her humorous approach to being evil, and waits for opportune moments to commit deeds of vile and unspeakable horror, usually combining them with a witty comment and possibly a suggestion that the victims mother is a variety of domestic small rodent. This is only when she is the mood, of course. She is perfectly amiable conversation at times. Who knows, she might even make a friend. Crazier things have happened.
Powers: Oh, the usual jazz that comes with magic. Fire, ice, shadow, interior designing. Nothing particularly unique. Being undead, her wounds regenerate though - that might be important to mention. Or not, your choice.
Skills: Namira is rather skilled with hand to hand combat. Claws help in this, and throats will be on the floor before she is done.
Weaknesses: Silver is at most a nuisance to Namira. But then again, death is only a nuisance to her. Silver can stop her regenerating as long as it remains in contact with the wound, and any wounds caused with it always take longer to regenerate. She doesn't like priests either (they don't taste very nice).
Bio: If you ask Namira, she used to be a beautiful princess from the realm of Singalong Kingdom, who was tragically killed by a pea under her mattress. Unfortunately, the truth is long lost. Since becoming dead, however, Namira has moved up in the world. She is a widely recognised causer of terror, and the editor of a magazine as well. Interior Styling Monthly.
Other: Before you ask, yes, she was inspired by him. You know who I mean. Yeah, him. Dick on a stick.
Namira's Story
Namira shoved open the door of the bar with a flourish, her dark crimson robes swirling dramatically in the gust of wind that followed her into the establishment. "Arkh var nahhk zur vargath nor?!" she exclaimed in an echoing voice, a crack of thunder accompanying her words as she walked forwards ominously. When she reached the bar she leant forwards and nodded to the bartender "And if you don't speak Morkus Draconian, that means 'What does a skeleton have to do to get a drink around here?'"
Namira grinned from underneath her hood, chuckling in a sinister tone "I jest, I jest. Anything like that would go straight to my toes. And get your floor wet." she pointed out, "Oh how I miss the luxuries of food and drink." she mourned
Namira continued to speak to the somewhat intimidated bartender, "You haven't even seen my most impressive trick yet, I can make this rabbit disappear!" she exclaimed, pulling a fluffy brown rabbit out from her robe and holding it by the ears "Now watch very closely..." she said, before pointing at the creature - which promptly went up in flames and fell to the floor as a pile of ash "See! Gone!"
Namira popped up behind Naomi "Not going to die? You'll spoil all my fun thinking that way!" she said, frowning beneath her hood and doing her best to pout (which wasn't all that well, given that her lips were somewhat dead, like the rest of her) "Can't I kill him just a little bit? I'll only half kill him!"
Namira chuckled sinisterly, a guttural sound that sounded both like mocking laughter and a crocodile choking, all at once. "Well that's no fun. Do you have a pet I can kill as compensation? I'm quite partial to kittens."
Namira raised one finger "I find that offensive. I resent being called a 'person'. I would hate to be associated with you silly mortals in such a way."
Namira looked up "Really? You mean it?" she exclaimed, jumping up and down like a schoolgirl "I hope you like the taste of black coffee. They don't serve much else in hell."
Namira raised one finger again "One moment please." she said, before taking out a small list from a fold of her robe and a pen, ticking a check box "Senseless destruction and murder, check!"
Namira tapped her foot, stroking her chin as if pondering the situation "What do you want me to kill you with? My bare hands, or a staff?" she asked idly, not looking at either of them
Namira shrugged "Looks like your boyfriend doesn't feel like dying today. You'll have to do I suppose, though I do find men a lot more tasty. I'll kill you quickly, I just spotted a baby and I don't want to spoil my appetite!"
Namira would have been frustrated were she more alive, but as it was she simply shrugged and moved on. If they were going to make it hard or her to kill them, she would just move on. Besides, babies tasted best. Quick as a flash, she strolled over to Maitzu, Mel and Slyantar, looking at the baby with apparent interest "Aww, what's his name?" she asked innocently
Namira raised her eyebrows "Alan hmm? What a delectable name... no pun intended." she said, smirking "I do love children." she commented, "They go very well with garlic butter."
Namira laughed out loud, sounding like a snake choking on a half swallowed boar "I'm joking, I'm joking." she said, grinning "I couldn't eat anything if I tried. It would all fall out the bottom." she said, gesturing at herself "I'm all bones."
Namira grinned and bowed "Namira, just Namira. I'm a warlock, mistress of the night, queen of nightmares, lady of pain, editor of the 'Home Styling Monthly' magazine. Oh, and I'm dead."
Namira raised one eyebrow "You were supposed to pay more attention to the other titles. But give my compliments to your mother when you next see her." she said, shrugging
Namira looked over her shoulder at Crepa being dragged under, and called to the demon "Ooh! Save me a piece!" she called to it
(( I don't want to be a hero. I just want a limb to feast upon. I don't ask much. ))
Namira sighed in exasperation and stomped over to Jasper "Are you completely incompetent?" she asked, leaning down and picking up the chair under which the demon lurked, confident that would work.
Namira had been in the process of lifting up the chair at the time, and as a result was carried up with it to the ceiling, resulting in a rather nasty crunch as her fingers impacted with the ceiling with a chair behind them. "Ow." she commented as she dangled in front of the demon.
Namira once again followed the chair on its little furniture adventure as the monster beneath it that had kept it pressed against the ceiling was suddenly not there anymore, and fell with a bump to the floor of the bar. "Ow." she said again, standing up and brushing herself and her robe off "That wasn't very nice."
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