Name: Narophne (pronounced Nair Ohf nee) Telgve
Nick name: Naro, Nar
Age: 23
Gender: female
Appearance: Everything is pale, from her skin, hair to her eyes. For this, she is very prone to blushes and blemishes as well as the obvious sensitivity to the sun. (Albeit she can get god awful sunburn and be out in the sun directly for months- she simply will never tan.) One could say her hair is most closest to blonde, although it appears white and translucent at times, seeming to absorb reflective sceneries. She has a few odd, deep black freckle like marks within her eyes, shoulders, cheeks and nose. Her eye lashes and brows are barely visible and because she is prone to biting her fingernails often, they're often short and brittle. Her hair is quite long, although thin and seemingly as brittle as her nails. It falls to about mid back in length.
Personality: Awkward, quiet with a wild imagination, she often lives inside her head. Having been taught no real skills, she feels lacking- from social conduct to basic knowledges most ought to know. She barely knows how to cook for herself. If anything, she could say her super power is how fast she can read...
Race: Human / Gleem Ripper (see below)
Abilities: Naro is one of the select humans whose body type allows for the demented forced manifestation of a unique ability to house, channel and rip against the very fabric of forces within the world, primarily she is highly absorbent to chaotic and balancing powers. The powers are said to be kept inside the Gleem, which is an unseen force of chaos and balancing powers that thread eternally, like a serpent eating it's own tail. This powerful stream is said to be the force of these sorts of magic- and also the realm of existence the balance and chaos gods dwell.
Although she has access to such extraordinary powers, she herself is merely a vessel allowing energy to pass within her where it can be stored for a finite amount of time before she, as this vessel, is eventually eaten away and absorbed by it, turning into the pure energy itself (and from records of those rippers of the past it is presumed to be an end to herself (as her mortal body would be no longer existent- her soul too, is presumed to become swallowed and absorbed).
She was forced into awakening this vessel hood with the assumption she would be the fuel for other chaotic casters, unknowingly becoming an agent for also the force in which those who forced her into this position are against (known as the Chaos Eaters).
Family and History: To most on the outside, she lives a simple life- where she lives in a rather large but empty home of her Uncles, her parents having died when she was young enough not to question the story her Uncle had told her- that her father went missing (and later reported as 'dead') since the war started, and her mother died in an unfortunate accident in the Glassway Cliffs.
She couldn't have known the story was meant to keep her from the Cliffside for things she can't even barely begin to perceive...
To her, her Uncle is a passionate worker, spending more time at work and church than at home. This leaves Naro alone quite often, spending days reading whatever books were in the library and creating whatever adventures she could inside her head when she'd navigate the large estate (heaven forbid she ever try to leave and make friends).
Although many times she felt somewhat imprisoned, Naro was not physically bound to the house and land, and although she considered leaving the property many times, the fact that her Uncle was her only family left kept her cemented. Maybe it was because he would feed her little stories about her parents from time to time, giving her hope and fond memories of a time she could barely recollect (as she had to have been merely eight years or younger when both had gone.)
Even still, a part of her felt as if it was pulling her elsewhere- to anywhere.. But here. Perhaps it was the strange dreams she had and the strange way her Uncle would act from time to time... But whatever force it was that was beginning to unsettle her thoughts towards her Uncle came too little to late- for one night she was yanked from her bed by men dressed in dark robes and whisked away into the night.
She had no idea where she had been taken or who all of these men really were until her Uncle appeared before her, dressed too, in the robes. And he apologized instead of freed her from the bonds as he explained that she was very special, much like her mother was meant to be..
But her purpose would be far greater...
and that she would be a vessel, one to help end this God awful war that had taken her father away.
Didn't she want to avenge her father? Didn't she want this war to end? Didn't she want to finish something her mother started? Didn't she want to be all important? To be part of a greater good?
Although confused, she was more fearful than anything and cried and tried to fight it as the men dragged her away, preparing her for a ritual that would soon change her life forever.
No, she did not want this. She was very clear about it.
But it didn't matter. They did the ritual to her anyway.
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