Description
Nicchi has large blue-green eyes which are vacant and blind, with a dark, horizontal scar slashing across her face at that latitude, and a lean, muscular build. Her heart-shaped face is tan and ornamented with a small nose and medium-sized lips, surprisingly free of freckles considering the time she spends outdoors, but dotted with numerous, albeit magically healed, nicks and larger scars. She has brown hair that takes on different tints in different lighting, like red-brown to honey-brown. If let loose out of its customary braid, her hair would fall straight to the ground. For purposes of her own, the princess keeps her locks long. Standing at five-foot-seven and still growing, the princess shows signs of surpassing her six-one grandmother - the Koulenyas are apparently a tall lineage. Under anything she wears (outfits usually consisting of crested tunics and leggings) Nicchi always wears chain mail.
Personality
Brave, stubborn, and hotheaded, Nicchi, used to getting what she wants, as royalty do, can be called something of a spoilt brat. Easily insulted, as comes with her enormous pride and ego that some nobility possess (perhaps through genetics). While most of her impressionable qualities are not particularly politically appeasing (brattiness, infeminence/tomboyishness, ignorance and indifference) Nicchi also possesses the qualities of determination, honesty, and nearly undying loyalty. Of course, here come more potentially dangerous qualities in a noblewoman: curiosity (killed the cat; so lord help the Princess), recklessness (good thing she's exceptionally brave), mischievousness (lord help the victims of her pranks and misdoings), and sometimes ignorance or cluelessness as that that can only come from years of being sheltered inside palace walls.
This is not to say that Nicchi has not known tragedy, however. When she was only nine years old, even then training to be a swordswoman, an assassin murdered her mother and father and blinded her. While she does make an effort to forget about the bad parts of her past, sometimes things will trigger her memory and she enters an exceptionally cold, silent, and bitter state.
Equipment
A large, slim sword, a light crossbow designed custom-made for her, several concealed daggers, and wears armor that looks somewhat like this in battle or training although she always wears a light chain mail shirt under anything she wears; even dresses. Dresses especially, even.
Unlike her grandmother, who currently rules the nation, Nicchi has almost no knowledge or talent for magic whatsoever - aside from the magical sixth sense she has developed that compensates for sight. She much prefers the sword, anyway.
History
Born and bred spoilt almost rotten inside the large, protecting castle walls of the capital, Nicchi chose to disobey all royal tradition and become a warrior, for a number of reasons, one of the reasons including the fact that she vowed to destroy the boy who murdered her parents and blinded her. Because of this she is considered unfeminine and a disgrace to the throne, unfit to rule once her grandmother, Queen Quonya, passes on. She rarely cares enough to even make an appearance at a ball, let alone dance or endure one; in fact, one time she missed her own birthday banquet while she was out on endurance training within the woods (though some say she planned it that way). Nicchi also has an awful habit of going off alone, disobeying orders, and being disrespectful to her elders. Most of her spare time is spent on the palace training guards, with the trainees. She is one of the leaders of the army, according to her own wishes and the promise to attend at least three royal parties per year (sometimes the girl wonders if it's worth it). Nicchi is respected among the soldiers, and considered both Princess and comrade, although she initially dislikes new recruits for their tendency to humble themselves to pitiful extents.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!