Niain

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Basic Informay

Niainers!

• Full Name: Niain Bloodraven
• In-Game: Niain
• Nickname: Niain
• Loyalties: Herself, her Circle

• Title: The Unforgiving

• Race: Kal'dorei
• Class: Rogue
• Professions: Leatherworking and skinning, Expert Alchemy / Toxin Work

• Age: Unknown to even her
• Sex: Female
• Hair: Long silken, white tresses fall down to just above her waist
• Eyes: Hidden by the soft, pearly glow.
• Height: 6' 5"

Physical Description

((A rewrite comming soon!))

Standard Attire

Don't touch what you can't afford.
And I'm priceless.

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(Gonna work on this eventually!)

Her Past

Niain lived two lives before Arriving in this world; one which she has never known, and one she wishes would join her first.

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Timeline of developmental events since Waking

• Waking.
• Met her guide, S.
• Rejected the guide's sexual advances
  • Leads to him giving subtle guilt trips, and finding another woman.
    • Leads to insane jealously and depression
• Seduced by female friend, K.
  • Leads to heavy experimentation, after figuring out what was going on.
• Starts her first Guild.
  • Meets her sister, A, and learns of the good sides of her past.
• Meets a warlock that really knows how to use the succubus,
  • Her first true steps into willful slavery.
    • Leads to being introduced to the wrong Huntress, who tries the same thing, abuses Niain..
    • Becomes impregnated by a Priest, who eventually arranges for the child to be... taken back.
      • Ends up strengthening Niain permanetly, and setting her in the throne of dominance.
  • Guild Disbanded.
• Departure

-(Realm Transfer)-

• Arrival
• The forming of her Circle

Her First Steps

Niain spent many days after her Waking wandering around, her eyes wide as she expirenced everything for the first time.. again. She, literally, could not remember the last time she had eaten solid food; Or a time where she had anything to eat besides what bowls of food came to her in the day, as she slept. Many months passed and she rarely traveled out of the glow of the forest she had found herself in, the growing taint to the north terrified her; such a horrible feeling it gave her. A land of nothingness to the south, patrolled by imposing green skinned men and oversized puppies kept her hiding in the shadows. The west held a beautiful ocean, controlled by hideous snake creatures more than willing to turn her into a decoration in their little underwater caves.. The woman had no room to travel freely.

Befriending the animals that roamed nearby, she soon gained an affinity for the creatures; most especially those in the canine family.

Her daily rations diminished as time went by, the bowls gradually carrying less and less. It crushed her when the food finally stoped. She went a few days without eating, believing her mysterious supporter had just forgotten her for a period or was distracted. Something, anything. She had never, in her limited memory, gone without this support... what could a woman do? Then it came, her first dagger, the sides sharp as one could want, the sides of the blade rounded, the tip sharpened, all seeming more like a short pike than anything else.

She stared down at it curiously, never having seen one before. She wondered where this peculiar thing came from, and it came to her. Perhaps her mysterious friend had forgotten it? ...While he was delivering her food! She rushed to where the bowls were normally left, and found nothing but a taunting layer of dust staring up at her.

Her first, of many, dissapointments.

Returning to the dagger, she took it in her hands.

As if a flood gate had opened, memories poured into her mind. The bleak blackness of her mind opening up to a bright light. A warm light, a welcome light. Pleasant thoughts were soon tossed away as echos of screams filled her ears, as if they were real. Visions of unspeakable acts were forced into her mind, none of which she could hide from by closing her eyes; although that didn't keep her from trying.

Seconds seemed like eternity, the waking nightmare finally waning. She realized everything was black, and that she was laying down on something hard. Wood. The ground, where she fell to writhe in her agony. Slowly the black faded into a pale gray, only seeing part of the world around her now.

After finally returning to normal, she realized she was laying a good five feet away from where she once was, the dagger clutched tightly in her hand. She stared down at it with a mixture of horror and fear, now knowing the purpose of this weapon. Her life or her friend's, a beast or an Elf's.

Sighing sadly she stood with wobbly legs, her entire body trembling. Walking out of the room with teary eyes, she called her canine companion...

The Betrayal

A simple jaunt into the depths of Blackrock Mount. The moon hidden behind the tall mountains, leaving the group in the dark with only the glow of lava for illumination. The howls of Blackrock Worgs echoed in the night, a chilling scream by these canine companions.

A group of five rode up the wooden plans leading to the hill. Three elves and two humans, the elves on their spotted frost sabers. The men on their paliminos, all walking in a V.

A woman at their head, a proud woman. Her neck held high, sporting a proudly worn black collar. A large, crimson stone cut to the shape of a heart lies imprinted into the leather that clung so tightly to her throat. Daggers at her side, glowing with a firey passion. Enchanted just for this occasion.

Four followers trailed closely behind her. A druidess with long, purple hair, it would normally be flowing down to her waist. Now tied into a single braid and flung over her shoulder. She rides with her eyes closed, and a soft hum in her throat. Opposite her, a huntress clad in the scales of the black dragonflight, and a black bow hanging over the pommel of the saddle. Her eyes are open, aware, and constantly scanning the area around the party if they are not locked adoringly on the leading woman. The two men behind could not be any less different, and seemed to be wanting to be even further from eachother than they already were. Reluctantly, they kept to the formation.

Behind the Druidess rode one of the fresher recruits to this Order,

((This is not done. Since I am now working at multiple computers, it is simply easier to save progress here.))

Niain: In Depth

What isn't remembered, never happened.

Memory is meerly a record.

I need only rewrite that record

Niain's Way of Life

((Reserved, to come soon!))

Niain's Thoughts

((See above statement!))