Nymeasha
Appearance
Nym is small and slender in build, her beauty passed down to her from her mother, with bright jade coloured eyes that stand out against her sun-kissed, golden skin. She dresses as a royal of Salitra should, in the finest silks, lace and light fabrics, and she is usually decorated with jewellery. She has long raven hair, often falling in waves around her shoulders or pulled back from her face.
Skills and Abilities
Nym was trained to use weapons along side the best of her father’s guard. Her weapons of choice are throwing blades, pole arm and bullwhip.
Nym uses her height and weight to her advantage, she is exceptionally fast and light on her feet and although ruthless, can make a fight look as fluid as dancing. She was taught to use her surroundings, balance and body weight to it's full potential therein she is a particularly agile climber and will make jumps and flips like a gymnast whilst fighting or evading.
She is well practiced in stealth and has been known to sneak past entire household and palace guard without arousing suspicion through her ability to blend in and hide in shadow.
Nym uses her height and weight to her advantage, she is exceptionally fast and light on her feet and although ruthless, can make a fight look as fluid as dancing. She was taught to use her surroundings, balance and body weight to it's full potential therein she is a particularly agile climber and will make jumps and flips like a gymnast whilst fighting or evading.
She is well practiced in stealth and has been known to sneak past entire household and palace guard without arousing suspicion through her ability to blend in and hide in shadow.
Personality
Nymeasha is dutiful but not unkind. She does not take joy from killing people, but she does take pride from a job done well and so drives her ambition. She inherited her father's temper and strong-mindedness. Nym has always been starved of warmth and affection and was forced to watch from the shadows as her mother provided her brothers with such love, however the woman was forced to be cold and distant with her only daughter. Nurture didn't make for a sufficient assassin.
