COERTHAN born

Nik-O-Monoa, ice aspected padjal

how does one determine the age of ice when it can melt and reform itself based on the whim of the weather?

role play

stats

  • age: 11?

  • nameday: unknown

  • race: hyur

  • gender: female

  • height: smol

  • characteristics: ice blue eyes and dragon scales

  • occupation: conjurer

  • birthplace: coerthas

  • quirks: takes lessons quite literally

  • likes: exploring, helping, conversing with strangers

  • dislikes: bedtime, toothaches

  • personality: aloof, friendly, gullible

hooks

  • a padjal born to coerthas who does not know much about her own roots

  • gifted in both wind and earth magic, as well as ice and fire

  • still barely more than a child, her curiosity guides her

  • enjoys exchanging tokens and gifts (and raisins)

rumours

  • she has been known to shield even those branded as evil under the misunderstood advice guiding her to "protect those who cannot help themselves"

  • once equipped with unusual and near limitless aetheric travel, now she is often found wandering long distances waiting for a draconic companion to return to her

  • some suspect she explores the world through taste. it's more like she just hasn't outgrown her toddler tendencies to eat things that aren't food

lore

Far above the landscape of fresh ice a heart thawed by hope bore a wish. With her dying breath the Lady doth release her final thought into the air: "Let my land have a voice." Alike to the expressions of the Twelveswood she heard so much about from her Companion of Light was her ultimate dream. What a tremendous desire it was that it fell toward the land even as her spirit dissipated.Caught and carried then by the loving claws of a broodfather who could not bear to see the dream shattered. He, like the Lady, had seen enough war to yearn for some other solution. He, too, had sat by the campfire and listened to the Companion speak of Elemental decree. Long did he carry that prayer toward the Shroud but a melody without a maiden grows faint. Before the song could fade from existence he dove toward the snow and buried it beneath the drifts to be preserved.There the wish took hold of the land it was meant for. The seed was planted. Some time later, a sprout of life burst forth. A child, orphaned by the very war which wracked the land, awoke to find scales upon her skin and horns about her face. Terror gripped her and thus she ran. Carried by a purpose not her own, her feet continued on the path of wings, collapsing just short of the Twelveswood.Here, the child was found by a patrolling Wood Wailer and brought to Stillglade Fane for evaluation.Thus Nik-O-Monoa's story begins...

ooc

  • i am not nik-o and she is not me, etc etc

  • please do not involve nik-o in combative rp unless you want both the shroud and coerthas to be mad at you

  • absolutely no romance or nsfw topics

  • as nik-o is an alt, her appearances may be infrequent

  • nik-o's original author was a lovely lady named ninjha

  • her name originates from ysayle's japanese name, kōri no miko, with the m affectionately halved to denote a smaller entity

  • effectively, her name references her as an adolescent shrine maiden of ice

  • main page artwork by kai

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