Appearance: Neiu is a slight, petite girl, with narrow hips and small breasts. She is as dark haired as she is pale and her skin is marred only by one small scar under her right ear. Her pixie face is curtained by two sheets of slick, straight hair that has been shorn off at the shoulders. Her almond eyes are deep brown and she often licks her chapped pink lips in an unconscious attempt to moisturise them. Her attire changes drastically, depending on the situation she is in.

Personality: (Oh, I hate describing personalities. You'll see soon enough.)

Equip&Abilities: Neiu has studied the art of air manipulation since she was a young girl and those years have given her a good grasp of the practice. She has a rusty dagger hidden in one boot, rarely used. If in danger, she prefers to cut off the oxygen supply of her adversaries and use the time it takes them to catch their breath to disappear. She's able to manipulate winds and breezes, but they must already exist. She is also able to lift some things, but nothing as well as herself.

Historical Background: Neiu has never been given 'official' training. When she was young, she was cast out of her family for being under the suspicion of being a mage. They viewed it a mercy that they didn't turn her into the authorities, but secretly, Neiu knew they simply couldn't face the humiliation. The stain of a mage in the family never washed out. The village would treat the Lynns like pariahs and so, it was decided that it was better for them all if she disappeared. She traveled for days, towards the east until she reached the first city in her path. The Great Drakon. There, she stayed. In those early days, floating loaves out of bakeries was as simple as clapping her hands together. And soon enough she found others like her; others who had been abandoned by families who told them ghost stories of the happenings in mage academies. Others who feared the authorities version of education more so than they feared death. They would huddle together at night, a raggedy bunch of children, and whisper about their old lives. They swore to each other that they'd never abandon each other, not like their families did. Most honoured that oath. Some backed out, pining for the security of a roof over their heads and a meal three times a day. Some were caught. Neiu never let herself remember their names after - they were what she could never become.
Eventually, the Small Order found her. They had been watching her for weeks before they appeared before her. They cornered her in a small alley. In frantic fear, she sent rocks flying at them - only to watch in astonishment as they floated down to the ground as if they were leaves falling from an autumn tree. They were like her - more so than the children, them with their firey hands or tingly skin or with the watery hair. No, they could play with air, just like her!
She listened intently to what they had to say. In five minutes, she had broken her childishly solemn vow of allegiance to the street children and hand in hand with the leader, followed the people who would soon become her tutors.

(The Small Order were an underground group of air manipulators who came together to teach their young to control their powers. They did not trust training in the Magi Tower. They were angry about the imprisonment. They hated the public opinion of magi. So they created their own version of the Magi Tower underground and have thrived since.)