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Nirvana Elria

"Some of us aren't meant to belong."

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a character in “Beasts And Bloodshed”, as played by supertoastgirl

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{"Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make out own place in it.”}
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|{Full Name}|
Nirvana Elria

|{Nickname}|
Vana

|{Age}|
23

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Hometown}|
Born in Sydney, Australia, raised in Waldria

|{Blood Type}|
Half-Blood




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|{Appearance}
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Nirvana stands at a mere five feet and two inches. She has a slim yet muscular body, looking like something of an athlete. Her extensive time climbing cliffs that overhang the ocean and swimming with her mermaids attests to her toned body. Yes, she is womanly but her lack of pure curves make her look young and boyish. Her wavy auburn hair is at a medium length just below her shoulders, and is often tangled at its own will. Her skin is pale and clear, but not without its charming light freckles. Vana has crystal blue eyes that complement her dark features and sharp facial structure.







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The Mermaid

Mermaids are known for their seductive and treacherous tricks. They are direct decedents of ancient Sirens, a creature that is now extinct. The merfolk are beautiful and aloof, really only liking each other and their tamers. The merwomen sing songs and play petty games to trick men into drowning themselves. The mermen are strong and are known for tipping ships over, though they generally don’t cause much trouble. All of the mermaids have a special connection with the weather and making storms, but need to group together to make anything dangerous. Most mermaids are pure bred, but occasionally some one special can be turned into a mermaid. Via the mermaids breath the mermaid can inject a poison into their victim, most humans die from this but sometimes someone is properly turned. Though the mermaid is a powerful creature they have one major flaw. The merwomen are capable and often susceptible to falling in love with a humans. Most of these love stories in end very badly, but on rare occasion there is a happily ever after.






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|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Singing | Nirvana learned to sing from the mermaids when she was a young girl. She has somewhat of a haunting and seductive voice because of the mermaids’ training.

Reading & Learning | Vana is a smart girl and is often found sitting at the oceans shore reading a good book.

Swimming | Naturally, Nirvana is a great swimmer and spends a lot of her time outside in the water.

Rock Climbing & Cliff Diving | Nirvana also has a knack for anything a little dangerous. She is often found cliff jumping into the ocean and rock climbing.

Bow & Arrow | Vana’s grandfather taught her how to use and bow and arrow. Her skills are not anything like the elves, but she’s something to be afraid of when she has a quiver on her back.



|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Men & Love | Nirvana is generally untrusting of men and love and their fancies.

Physically small | Vana may be witty and a sharp with her tongue (something else she subconsciously learned from the mermaids), but she doesn’t have much body mass to fight well with.

Darkness | Though she may be right on target in the daytime she has poor depth perception at night. And though she would readily deny it, Vana is also afraid of the dark.







|{Way To Waldria}|
Nirvana learned an ancient trick that is restricted to the mermaids. Take a mermaid tear, a pearl, plop it into any kind of body of water while saying a string of Latin words and a portal just big enough for you will appear in the water.

|{Family Tree}
Lorenzo Elria | Grandfather | Pure-blood | Deceased
Victoria Gergel Elria | Grand-mother | Pure-blood | Alive
Fredrick Elria | Father | Pure-blood | Alive
Katie DeBreve | Mother | Human | Unknown


Nirvana was born into a wealthy pure-blood family of tamers as the bastard half-blood. The Elria name is known amongst most people in Waldria. They were her father’s family and were known as some kind of Dukes and Duchesses. Nirvana doesn’t know much about either side of her family. Her mother was poor human woman who her father wooed. They were never married, nor did Nirvana ever know her mother more than the three weeks a year that she saw her. Vana was raised in a proper family, but she wasn’t treated like the other cousins. She was half-blood and that was obviously a problem for many of the older folks in her bloodline.
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Nirvana has always had to stand on her own two feet. She may have grown up in one of the most wealthy and respected families of Waldria, but being the only half-blood made her strong. She is remarkably smart and witty, always trying to get under someone’s skin. Vana is a sweet tart to those she trusts and loves, but is something nasty and sour to those she doesn’t respect or care for. Having her heart broken by her family and their disloyalty to her has made Nirvana untrusting and sometimes unfriendly. Though she has calculated decided about most things in her life, she struggles when anything comes to love or affection. Perhaps it was because she wasn't given much affection has the outcast child, or maybe she just doesn't understand what those feelings are. Nirvana has never fully grasped the concept of duality in relationships and working with others; she is very much her own master and never really learned to play nice. Because of this odd concoction of traits Vana doesn't have many friends and appears stand offish to those who don't know her.

Vana is much like her father in the way that once she has decided on an idea there is no changing her mind. Her stubbornness is both a blessing a curse. Generally she knows what she doing, but sometimes her hard headedness bites her in the butt. Nirvana has lived a relatively lonely life, befriending her mermaids more than other tamers or humans. Though relatively secluded in her younger years, she manages herself will when speaking and interacting with others. It's hard to crack the shell that is around Nirvana's true personality, after all she's spent the majority of her life putting those defense up.





|{History}|
Nirvana grew up as the black sheep in her family. She was the only child to the son of Lorenzo Elria, who had a fling with an Australian woman when he was far too young to care for his own child. Her father, Fredrick, was at the ripe age of sixteen when he decided to go and play with the big boys, and at seventeen he was burdened with a little half-blood bundle of shame. Needless to say, Nirvana was raised by the Elria tribe, mostly under the direct care of her grandmother Victoria and her grandfather Lorenzo. Her grandmother, amongst the majority of the family was a terror to Vana, often giving her no guidance or just plain up ignoring her. Lorenzo was another story though, he was kind and forgiving of the lost girl, and even though he was apart of one of the longest pure-bred family lines he stilled loved Nirvana. Fredrick was an interesting fellow, and unprepared for a child when Nirvana came into this world. When he first receive Vana he was scared and didn't quite know what to do with her. As she grew up though his love for her grew, it grew until it was suppressed by the embarrassment that his family threw on him. Fredrick was always a very self-conscious man and never wanted to stray from the good life that his parents had provided for him. As Victoria distanced herself from the young child and shunned the idea of half-bloods in the family, her son Fredrcik slowly followed. By the time that Nirvana was fourteen she had learned how to be a good girl and do as grandmother says. Her father was a shadow of the man she remembered and her grandfather was dead, and now Nirvana was pretending to be someone she wasn't.

Now, ten years later, Nirvana's broken heartedness has turned cold. She is just as confused as she was when she was a child, but is far more equipped and confident to show it. Vana never grew up hating her family, but after years of searching for an answer she wants nothing more than to shame her grandmother's precious name. Still, the public knows nothing of her half-blood status, and Vana tries to keep up appearances. She keeps the Elria name in spite of everything, working her way closer to the family just so she can turn them on each other. Vana still lives in the mansion that she was raised in amongst the dozen other Elria's who live there, but she tries to avoid her grandmother and father.




|{Theme Song}
Marrow | St. Vincent
Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind
And a spine made up of iron

Mouth connects to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and curses
Honey can you reach the spot
That need oilin' and fixin'?

H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me

Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
So I pretend there aren't ten strings
Tied to all ten of my fingers

H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
If you want we could go somewhere else

H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P

|{Other}
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|{Face Claim}
Eleanor Tomlinson

Character Dialogue || #Color

So begins...

Nirvana Elria's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Percival Greymane Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Lysa Martell Character Portrait: Ramona Marlowe Character Portrait: Nirvana Elria Character Portrait: Clarissa Rivers Character Portrait: Theodore Herrick Character Portrait: Lee Chen Su Character Portrait: Apollo Decesare
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Time: Early morning, a few hours after sunrise.
Temperature: Still a bit chilly, but gradually growing warmer.
Climate: Summer is starting to come to a close. Despite the warm rays of sun that still beat upon Waldria's terrain, leaves are changing colors, some animals are preparing for hiberation, and multicolored mushrooms are sprouting out of the earth. The sounds of the forest are quiet and tranquil. Everything is calm.





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He wasn't used to these comical sounds and smells. Horns honking out of metal contraptions, clouds of dirty smoke filling his nostrils; this was far from the wonderland his brother had described long ago. Either that, or he had wandered down the wrong rabbit hole.

"Sorry! Sorry..." he said, apologizing to all of the passersby he was blocking. Stationed in the middle of the sidewalk, he was trying to fulfill a task for his myths, the elves. The problem was, he didn't know how.

"Do you need help with that?" asked a young man about his age.

He chuckled, a hint of nervousness pouring out from his smile. "Oh, no...I got it. Thank you!" he said. Reluctantly, the man nodded, and continued on his merry way.

Percival was trying to figure out how to take a snapshot of the streets and signs that displayed the words Montreal, Canada - the city where he was standing. He was using this little black device people nonchalantly called a "camera". He had been fiddling with it for what seemed like eternity, and now people were starting to stare. But why should they? The tiny machine was awfully complicated to use! Still, it wasn't like he had time to paint a portrait of his surroundings.

"Excuse me, son," tapped an old lady with a gregarious smile, "are you sure you know how to use that?"

Percival Greymane stared at her, then at the infernal device he was holding, and then back at her again.

"I'd like to be a proud man and say that I do, but in all honesty, miss...I really don't."

Her eyebrows raised. She snickered, but not in a judgemental manner. "Well, it's not as hard as you think," she laughed, "although it seems difficult at first. Took me two hours to learn how to use that model, and I've been a photographer all my life!"

"Then perhaps you can help me, miss?"

She looked puzzled. "Help you how?"

"Could you possibly take a picture of the street and the people around here? I need to show this area to some...friends of mine."

Her brows furrowed in suspicion for a moment, and then she shrugged. "Why of course I can! Just don't tell my patrons I'm taking this one for free...heh heh!"

He cautiously handed her the camera, and she flicked through the settings, holding the device to her eye and finally pressing down the top button. A clicking sound was heard. The young man was stupefied. It was as though she were able to perform this foreign magic that he was unable to comprehend. Nontheless, she had gotten the job done, and displayed on the camera's screen was a still image of the busy Canadian streets.

He thanked her and she winked. "Anytime, young man." she said, slowly sauntering away. Staring down at the photograph like it was a national treasure, (which it really was when he came to think about it), Percival escaped to a back alleyway, where he turned his pin three times and jumped into the blue portal that appeared in front of him.

When the flash of light faded away, the king of Waldria found himself right in the middle of the elves' camp - only a mile away from the castle where he resided.

Almost instantly, Edwenor, the Elven chief, was there to greet him. He was slendor, black-haired, and the spitting image of a wise, old man. Still, due to his imortality, he didn't look a day over thirty.

"Do you have it?" he asked. Percy nodded and showed him the picture on the screen. The elf's eyes narrowed. Meticulously, he scanned over the pixels with unwavering eyes.

"So this is where Prince Ulfrik wants us to migrate. A slum. Who does he take us for," Edwenor scoffed, "reckless dwarves?"

The king quickly responded. "This is but a fraction of Earth. However, seeing as elves are the most human-like of myths, a communal place like this is probably where you would have to reside. You could thrive in wilderness, but due to laws and customs of the people, your daily life probably would not be the same. You could live, yes...but not as free folk."

Edwenor nodded. His thumb put upon his lip to signify that he was deep in thought, he paced back and forth, his green cape flapping behind him like a flag in the wind. "We'll have to mull this over with the others," he muttered, "but for the time present, thank you, your majesty."

Percy nodded, swiftly leaving the camp and retreating into the woods.

He followed the winding road that would lead him back to the castle gates. He could see the structure in the distance; beige stones that made up the roofs and spires that shined through the trees. A beautiful sight, and a wonderful place to call home.

Still, it didn't feel like home. It felt like a structure. A place to eat, sleep, and work - nothing more. He sighed. There was a lot on his mind, and he just needed to think. He was still disguised in apparel that made him look as though he came straight off the streets of Montreal, and so if someone were to encounter him right there, they probably would not have recognized him as the king.

So as he rummaged through the leather drawstring pack that was still slung over his shoulders, Percival decided that he would take this quiet opportunity to study. Her perched himself on the nearest tree stump, pulled out a large, dusty book that recalled the family trees of all past Waldrian monarchs, and silently began to flip through the pages. Aside from his light breathing, the chirping of birds were the only sounds that could be heard.




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Cat-like eyes carefully stared into the flowing stream. Every trickle of the water could throw off the arrow's accuracy, and since survival was its purpose, it needed to shoot straight. Just then, the pool splashed and bubbled, and the shaft was released from the quiver into the spray below. It sank for a few seconds, and then slowly bobbed back up, revealing a silver fish that had been impaled by its touch. Breakfast was served.

A fire waiting for her, Ramona took the dead trout and headed into the vegetation, removing her arrow from its limp fins. She then stuck a sharpened stick through her meal, and lit it in the flame. She couldn't think of anything besides how hungry she was. The girl was skinny enough as it was - she didn't need any more stomach growls to keep her awake at night.

Charred enough, she blew on the hot fish, peeled it open, and munched on the juicy flesh. She threw the grey scales into the dirt, and paused as she heard a booming sound coming from nearby. She sighed. Clearly, she wasn't the only one with an appetite for fish this morning.

When she reached the lake again, she rolled her eyes as she approached Maja, the big, black wyvern dragon. The most troublesome of the creatures she protected, the female beast was friendly and loveable, yet prone to jealousy.

"Here," Ramona sighed again, snapping the trout in half and throwing the unbitten parts to Maja. The dragon quickly snapped its jaws, catching the fish in mid-air. She gave a ground-shaking purr, and moved in closer to the tamer girl, allowing the human to pet the shining scales between her eyes and nose.

Two minutes later, that same tamer girl was looking upon the woods from the clouds above. It was a usual hobby to ride the backs of her dragons in order to explore various destinations. The wind rushing through her hair, skin, and everything inbetween, Ramona gushed in the moment, deciding that today she would further decipher the mystery that was the ancient stone she had found three days prior. It sat in the middle of a small clearing, and was inscribed with enigmatic runes, topped off with a suspicious green gem in the center. She pointed to the spot out to Maja, and without delay, the dragon lowered.

Once on the ground, she nodded to the myth. The graceful dragon nodded back, and sent a gust of wind through the trees as it began to flap away. She watched Maja go, her lips subtley curling upwwards. It wasn't a smile, but something reminiscent of one. Taking another bite out of her fish, (which she had brought along during her journey), Ramona sauntered towards the stone. She stood in front of it and gazed upon its magnificence. A strange energy vibrating from its insides into the rock-solid ground below, it looked almost out of place in comparison to the forest that stood behind it. For a moment, she wondered where it had come from, and how it had been made. It was beautiful, yet seemingly dangerous. Slowly, she reached a hand out to touch it...

But not before she heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes behind her. With one swift motion, she tossed her fish aside, pulled out her bow, and slung an arrow into its string. She pointed it in the direction of the movement. And then all of a sudden, a curly-haired man appeared with his hands above his head.




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"Woah, woah, woah!" he cried, "Calm down, Robin Hood! I'm not here to hurt you."

Her expression, a scowl with a bit of invisible fire flaming in her narrow eyes, remained unchanged. The same thing went for the arrow that was sharply being aimed at his chest.

He curiously stared at her. He recognized this girl, but not in person. It was the dirt and grime smothered all over her face that gave her identity away.

"I know you," he mused, "you're the one that everyone talks about...erm..." he snapped his fingers in thought. Eventually, the name came to him. "Ramona Marlowe! Yes, Ramona Marlowe...the dragon lady who lives in the woods."

Silence. She still stared at him intensely, as though she were a deer, and he was a threatening predator about to sink his claws through her skin. However, unlike a deer, she showed no signs of fear or cowardice. Instead, the girl showed him only inaudible malice.

With a wolfish smirk, he took languid steps towards her. The man stared at her with the same jerkish intensity, his body only a few inches away from hers. Quietly, he place a strong hand upon her arrow, lowering her aim on him until she had no choice but to unstring the slender shaft.

They shot daggers between each other through their gazes. It was powerful and perfectly dangerous.

He inhaled a deep breath. "Do you know who I am?" he asked with slight annoyance. She didn't answer, and he didn't expect her to. "I am Ulfrik Greymane, brother of King Percival Greymane and Prince of Waldria. I am the prince of this dimension."

The most energetic reaction she gave in return was a blink. Clearly, the dragon lady was unimpressed. He sighed, passing by her and gazing upon the treasure that lay before them.

"Ah...an Elder Stone. In my opinion, the most beautiful of the four..."

He rubbed his hand upon its surface, tingling as the cold, rigid surface touched his skin.

"Y'know the legend behind these things?" he rhetorically asked her. Obviously he was forced to make it unanswerable because this girl barely answered anything. "When the first tamers decided that they wanted to create a home for the myths, they used special powers granted to them by the gods in order to build the terrain of a new dimension. Once they were finished, they retired their abilities and put them inside four stones...shrines we now refer to as Elder Stones."

His hand stayed put on the beautiful green gem that lay in the center of the monument. "There is so much power in here...if only one could attain that power...why, it would be magnificent! Extraordinary!" He shook his head, "In my honest opinion, I do believe those tamers wasted their wonderful abilities," he said. "They should have expanded upon the already fruitful earth, not create an entirely new world. Perhaps that was their greatest mistake: not being thankful for what they already had..."

He then turned to face Ramona, who was still glaring at him like he were a monster. He just chuckled at her. Ulfrik was smiling at her with charm and politeness, however, there was some mirth hidden in there somewhere.

"I'm having a meetup at my house this afternoon," he told her, "would you care to join my squabble of friends and I? Perhaps we can chat more about history, as well as some other things."

Instead of replying, she trained her eyes to the ground, walking past him and the Elder Stone, and retreating into the forest in front of him. However, before she disappeared, she muttered a simple, "maybe." After that, Ulfrik crossed his arms and shook his head as she noiselessly walked away.

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Nirvana looked prim and proper. Her hair had been trimmed, combed, and washed multiple times by her father's servants. A long satin gown played at the tips of her high heels as she held a fragile glass of bubbly. Vana's fake smile gleamed with familiarity; pearly whites framed with twitching pink lips. If her family had known her better they would have stop mistaking those unpleasantly upturned lips for an actual smile.

Today her father was getting married, or remarried rather. Though it was her father's seventh marriage, to a woman closer to Vana's age than his, it was a tremendous family occasion. Every Elria from across Waldria was attending the ceremony and festivities, along with other important people and rich families. Nirvana stood bored in front of a "potential bachelor" as he spoke about his endeavors with the Waldrian warthog. Apparently he was rolling in gold because of it. Vana sipped patiently at her drink as he continued with broad gestures, at least he was attractive. Her crystal blue eyes gave him a once over, perhaps in an inappropriate way. The moment she did this the bachelor stopped speaking and gave her a sideways look. Nirvana laughed softly to herself before dominating the conversation. She shook her head as if he were a mistaken child, "I hate warthogs," she said firmly. Vana kept eye contact with him as she set her finished glass on a servants tray.

"But you can ask me to dance," she finished in a flirty tone, her other hand lifted gracefully forward. Nirvana figured that if she had to sit through another one of these weddings without a single word from her relatives then she would at least have a little fun. Later she would be chastised for her poor behavior, but for now Nirvana needed something to distract herself. The actual ceremony wasn't until later today, which meant the customary gathering beforehand would last at least three more hours, then there would be another reception after the wedding that would last days. There were plenty of opportunities for Nirvana to embarrass her grandmother, Victoria, but perhaps she would just try and enjoy herself for once.

Without many words Nirvana and her bachelor took the dance floor. Together they were a picture perfect example of a traditionally raised couple, hands all where they were supposed to be and good distance between their bodies. Her eyes glanced over to where the frail Victoria sat with her cane, chatting up a storm with a recent billionaire. Vana looked around again before returning her attention to the bachelor, the Herrick's were not here. Perhaps they had finally decided that her father's weddings were a joke. Usually during these events she would find Theo Herrick one of the only bearable men.

"I've been meaning to ask," the bachelor started. Vana locked her eyes on his with curiosity as he continued, lowering his voice. "How is it that you've managed to live your entire life as a half-blood and the majority of the public still doesn't know." Nirvana's eyes grew wide, then they narrowed with suspicion. "Excuse me?" she said tightly.

"I mean, look at you, you've gone to these parties you're entire life and you've been ignored like a slave's dog." Nirvana cocked her head at him, surprised at the intelligence that was coming out of his mouth. After all, just moments ago he was going on and on about warthogs. "It only takes someone with a little bit of brain to figure out that you don't belong here," He finally said, spinning her weightlessly across the dance floor and making it look like they were talking about frilly things like love. Coming to a halt, a little too close to the man she closed her eyes before speaking.

"It's a well kept family secret," she said simply, "I suppose the world around them just chooses to ignore the facts."

Not saying anything in return the man nodded her his and started to hum along with the string quartet. The song was slowing to its end and Nirvana was feeling relief about that. She didn't want to speak with this man anymore. This bachelor already knew too much about her. As the music swelled the man's hand inched down toward her buttocks. Ready to slap him she whispered "How dare you think that just because I'm a half-blood I have no digni-"

His hand brushed against her and planted a note in her hand right as the music stopped. "Don't be so full of yourself," he said playfully and stepped away from her. As he walked away he sent a wink back to Vana and promptly left the party.

A couple of her cousins were staring at the scene, perhaps confused as to how Vana was the one dancing with such a handsome man. She gave them the look of death as she passed to go the back gardens. The party was restricted from this area, and it overlooked the ocean, something that always eased her anxieties. After taking a couple of moments of solitude her opened the crumbled note. It was handwritten and made of some of the finest material, inside was a message that Nirvana had never thought she would see.

'Prince Ulfrik Greymane has formally invited you to-' the handwriting stopped then continued in a different cursive that was at a slant. 'Please meet us at Prince Ulfrik's home this afternoon.'

There was no other explanation. Puzzled, Vana flipped it over, nothing. Ulfrik was a man that she had only met a handful of times, she thought it strange that after all of these years of connection he would suddenly find interest in befriending her.