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Description

: : N a m e : :
Nelly Raedwolfe

: : A g e : :
19

: : J o b : :
Lookout

: : C l a s s : :
Twinsword

: : W e a p o n : :
Blutigen Fräulein and Schrei Wölfe (Bloody Lady, Screaming Wolf);
Dual rapiers -A gift from her father after she had requested to be taught how to fight (inspired by reading books about knights and kings who fought gallantly against enemies).

: : S u b - W e a p o n : :
Märchenhaft Pfeifen (Fairy Whistle);
Whip -This is one of the only items Nelly had ever smuggled out from her father's treasure collection. The jewels on the whip are a concentrated form of ven and it extends or retracts according to the wielder. Inexperienced people are unable to use the weapon at full force, therefore, rendered useless to any enemies who are not experienced in wielding whips, and it only responds to people who have the same affinity as the Raedwolfe family. After extended use, the jewels must be replaced to restore the abilities of the whip.

: : S y n t h I t e m : :
Vogelblick (Bird Eye View);
Telescope - An artifact found in her manor's attic that somehow never made it to her father's collection. It was a thing of her dreams as she used to take it around with her and pretended to explore the world with it. However, oftentimes it emanates a strange aura...

: : H o m e t o w n : :
Yellium

: : P e r s o n a l i t y : :
- Loyal
- Stubborn and impulsive
- Go-with-the-flow type attitude
- Prim and proper
- Sheltered, naive, innocent
- Wild and adventurous (in times of excitement)
- Bratty and childish

: : B a c k g r o u n d : :
Nelly was born as the child of a wealthy mayor. Her father, the mayor of Yellium, was a cruel one. He forced ridiculously high taxes on the townspeople, and while they suffered in poverty, he lived glamorously. If they defied him, he would hire and send wandering mercenaries to punish them. Her mother hated this lifestyle. She hated leeching off of the people in order to ensure their wealth. When she couldn't handle it anymore, she left her husband, her child, and the security of a comfortable life.

The mayor was a collector of all sorts, and he loved to import the most exotic and unique things into his household. He treated his child with the utmost care and gave her everything that she wanted, as if she were a piece of treasure who could do no more than sit still and look pretty and be cared for, like the rest of his collection. But even so, she loved her father dearly as he was the only parent she ever had. She never interacted with him unless she had a request or if her father himself wanted to visit her. She grew up believing that their relationship was like any other parent-child relationship.

Because she usually did not interact with her father, she was free to do as she pleased as long as it did not attract attention to herself. She spent her days wandering about the huge estate they lived in, exploring every nook and cranny. There wasn't a single place she did not know about. Nelly often conversed with the staff: she talked to the maids as they cleaned, she conversed with the gardener as he trimmed the beautiful garden, and very often she would ask the cook what their next meal would be. She spent most of her time reading, studying, practicing her swordsmanship, or taking walks in the garden.

One day, she encountered a lone mercenary on one of her regular walks in the garden. He was half covered in blood and held a whip in his hand. Encountering this person was one of the turning points Nelly’s life. Upon inquiry, she asked him who he was and why he was here without any regard to his gruesome appearance. Her pure and childish behavior amused him greatly, so he decided to stay for a while and observe the girl. From then on, he came to visit her in the same place at the same time for a whole year, regardless of the weather and changing seasons. He told her stories of different lands and far off countries that sounded so unusual she had a hard time believing it was true. In time, Nelly was drawn his whip. After much begging and pleading, she finally persuaded him to teach her how to use it. She became skilled in wielding the whip, mastering the art of it.

One day, the mercenary never showed up at their meeting spot. Days, weeks, and soon even months passed. Depression clouded Nelly's heart. She returned to the monotonous rhythm of her usual life. She waited every day at the same place, waiting for him to return and bring color back into her world. Her life came crashing down on a stormy night, almost immediately after she had begun to recover from the loss of her only friend. All had been quiet as she hurried inside after it had suddenly started pouring. *Pit pat pit pat* The only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of her feet. A flash of thunder illuminated the dark inside as she stepped into something liquid and warm. Looking down, she saw that she was stepping into a pool of blood. The light from the thunder lit up the room in an unnatural glow, showing the dead bodies that littered the floor out of the unnatural shadows. Horrified, she instinctively made her way to her father’s study room. Bursting into the room, she saw her father sitting at his desk, a red rose of blood staining his chest. He had been murdered, along with all of the other staff. Without another thought, she ran back to the entrance of her house. As she made it outside, she saw a silhouette. The murderer had still been in the vicinity. A flash of lightning illuminated the stormy lawn and she froze, recognizing the face of the murderer. She was unable to call out his name before he appeared right behind her and knocked her out.

When she had come to, the morning sunlight stung her bleary eyes.... and a girl’s face was right up into her own. It was Ran. Her ship had stopped by into the town after the storm to seek out crew members. Ran's proposal to join was exactly what she had wanted all along. Without anything to hold her back, she agreed to become the lookout on the Embassy.

: :F i g h t i n g S t y l e : :
- Fights via close-combat (swords) to mid-range (whip)
- No skill in hand-to-hand combat
- Single Sword Style; Blutigen Fräulein: Most preferred choice out of the two rapiers. Used to immobilize enemy movement and targets mainly the upper body. Cuts cleanly through like a hot knife in fresh butter and moves through the air as lightly as a butterfly on the wind.
- Single Sword Style; Schrei Wölfe: Heavier than Blutigen Fräulein, used more for intensive battles and deals even more severe wounds. Attacks all areas of the body. Oftentimes makes a faint howling whistle from the wind of the sword's swing when blood is drawn.
- Dual Sword Style; Raedwolfe's Legacy: Used mainly within one-on-one combat. Focuses on pinpointing all blindspots and taking advantage of them.
- Whip; Märchenhaft Pfeifen: Used only in emergencies when neither rapier is available. Can sweep out a large amount of enemies in one hit. The smaller the target, the more painful the blows become.

: : L i k e s : :
- tea in between meals
- spending time in the Crow's Nest
- new discoveries
- exploring foreign towns
- TBA

: : D i s l i k e s : :
- Has distaste for those who appear of poor status, but is well mannered enough to not say anything about it
- Being asked something she can't answer

- TBA

: : A d d i t i o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n : :
- Due to trauma, she has no recollection of the night the manor was massacred
- She has a semi-iron stomach able to withstand some of Mary's food, though with some drawbacks
- Secretly jealous of those who have siblings because she never had the privilege to have any of her own
- Despite looking like an older sister figure, she really can't do anything like one except cuddle the younger kids //ming
- TBA

: : R e l a t i o n s h i p s : :
- Isdemus Lyle Raedwolfe: Father, deceased.
- Tybalt Faer: mercenary, friend to Nelly. Location currently unknown.

Description

: : N a m e : :
Nelly Raedwolfe

: : A g e : :
19

: : J o b : :
Lookout

: : C l a s s : :
Twinsword

: : W e a p o n : :
Blutigen Fräulein and Schrei Wölfe (Bloody Lady, Screaming Wolf);
Dual rapiers -A gift from her father after she had requested to be taught how to fight (inspired by reading books about knights and kings who fought gallantly against enemies).

: : S u b - W e a p o n : :
Märchenhaft Pfeifen (Fairy Whistle);
Whip -This is one of the only items Nelly had ever smuggled out from her father's treasure collection. The jewels on the whip are a concentrated form of ven and it extends or retracts according to the wielder. Inexperienced people are unable to use the weapon at full force, therefore, rendered useless to any enemies who are not experienced in wielding whips, and it only responds to people who have the same affinity as the Raedwolfe family. After extended use, the jewels must be replaced to restore the abilities of the whip.

: : S y n t h I t e m : :
Vogelblick (Bird Eye View);
Telescope - An artifact found in her manor's attic that somehow never made it to her father's collection. It was a thing of her dreams as she used to take it around with her and pretended to explore the world with it. However, oftentimes it emanates a strange aura...

: : H o m e t o w n : :
Yellium

: : P e r s o n a l i t y : :
- Loyal
- Stubborn and impulsive
- Go-with-the-flow type attitude
- Prim and proper
- Sheltered, naive, innocent
- Wild and adventurous (in times of excitement)
- Bratty and childish

: : B a c k g r o u n d : :
Nelly was born as the child of a wealthy mayor. Her father, the mayor of Yellium, was a cruel one. He forced ridiculously high taxes on the townspeople, and while they suffered in poverty, he lived glamorously. If they defied him, he would hire and send wandering mercenaries to punish them. Her mother hated this lifestyle. She hated leeching off of the people in order to ensure their wealth. When she couldn't handle it anymore, she left her husband, her child, and the security of a comfortable life.

The mayor was a collector of all sorts, and he loved to import the most exotic and unique things into his household. He treated his child with the utmost care and gave her everything that she wanted, as if she were a piece of treasure who could do no more than sit still and look pretty and be cared for, like the rest of his collection. But even so, she loved her father dearly as he was the only parent she ever had. She never interacted with him unless she had a request or if her father himself wanted to visit her. She grew up believing that their relationship was like any other parent-child relationship.

Because she usually did not interact with her father, she was free to do as she pleased as long as it did not attract attention to herself. She spent her days wandering about the huge estate they lived in, exploring every nook and cranny. There wasn't a single place she did not know about. Nelly often conversed with the staff: she talked to the maids as they cleaned, she conversed with the gardener as he trimmed the beautiful garden, and very often she would ask the cook what their next meal would be. She spent most of her time reading, studying, practicing her swordsmanship, or taking walks in the garden.

One day, she encountered a lone mercenary on one of her regular walks in the garden. He was half covered in blood and held a whip in his hand. Encountering this person was one of the turning points Nelly’s life. Upon inquiry, she asked him who he was and why he was here without any regard to his gruesome appearance. Her pure and childish behavior amused him greatly, so he decided to stay for a while and observe the girl. From then on, he came to visit her in the same place at the same time for a whole year, regardless of the weather and changing seasons. He told her stories of different lands and far off countries that sounded so unusual she had a hard time believing it was true. In time, Nelly was drawn his whip. After much begging and pleading, she finally persuaded him to teach her how to use it. She became skilled in wielding the whip, mastering the art of it.

One day, the mercenary never showed up at their meeting spot. Days, weeks, and soon even months passed. Depression clouded Nelly's heart. She returned to the monotonous rhythm of her usual life. She waited every day at the same place, waiting for him to return and bring color back into her world. Her life came crashing down on a stormy night, almost immediately after she had begun to recover from the loss of her only friend. All had been quiet as she hurried inside after it had suddenly started pouring. *Pit pat pit pat* The only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of her feet. A flash of thunder illuminated the dark inside as she stepped into something liquid and warm. Looking down, she saw that she was stepping into a pool of blood. The light from the thunder lit up the room in an unnatural glow, showing the dead bodies that littered the floor out of the unnatural shadows. Horrified, she instinctively made her way to her father’s study room. Bursting into the room, she saw her father sitting at his desk, a red rose of blood staining his chest. He had been murdered, along with all of the other staff. Without another thought, she ran back to the entrance of her house. As she made it outside, she saw a silhouette. The murderer had still been in the vicinity. A flash of lightning illuminated the stormy lawn and she froze, recognizing the face of the murderer. She was unable to call out his name before he appeared right behind her and knocked her out.

When she had come to, the morning sunlight stung her bleary eyes.... and a girl’s face was right up into her own. It was Ran. Her ship had stopped by into the town after the storm to seek out crew members. Ran's proposal to join was exactly what she had wanted all along. Without anything to hold her back, she agreed to become the lookout on the Embassy.

: :F i g h t i n g S t y l e : :
- Fights via close-combat (swords) to mid-range (whip)
- No skill in hand-to-hand combat
- Single Sword Style; Blutigen Fräulein: Most preferred choice out of the two rapiers. Used to immobilize enemy movement and targets mainly the upper body. Cuts cleanly through like a hot knife in fresh butter and moves through the air as lightly as a butterfly on the wind.
- Single Sword Style; Schrei Wölfe: Heavier than Blutigen Fräulein, used more for intensive battles and deals even more severe wounds. Attacks all areas of the body. Oftentimes makes a faint howling whistle from the wind of the sword's swing when blood is drawn.
- Dual Sword Style; Raedwolfe's Legacy: Used mainly within one-on-one combat. Focuses on pinpointing all blindspots and taking advantage of them.
- Whip; Märchenhaft Pfeifen: Used only in emergencies when neither rapier is available. Can sweep out a large amount of enemies in one hit. The smaller the target, the more painful the blows become.

: : L i k e s : :
- tea in between meals
- spending time in the Crow's Nest
- new discoveries
- exploring foreign towns
- TBA

: : D i s l i k e s : :
- Has distaste for those who appear of poor status, but is well mannered enough to not say anything about it
- Being asked something she can't answer

- TBA

: : A d d i t i o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n : :
- Due to trauma, she has no recollection of the night the manor was massacred
- She has a semi-iron stomach able to withstand some of Mary's food, though with some drawbacks
- Secretly jealous of those who have siblings because she never had the privilege to have any of her own
- Despite looking like an older sister figure, she really can't do anything like one except cuddle the younger kids //ming
- TBA

: : R e l a t i o n s h i p s : :
- Isdemus Lyle Raedwolfe: Father, deceased.
- Tybalt Faer: mercenary, friend to Nelly. Location currently unknown.