forum The Rivincita Society (Fantasy/Renaissance RP)

Started April 22, 2018 by Deleted user

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Riann continued to watch the girl, not saying anything.

(Okay finally decided on which character to use.)

Name: Nyir
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Dark brown hair tied back in marley twists usually worn in a low ponytail, dark, heavyset eyes, full lips, high cheekbones, a scar that disfigures the left side of her face, perpetually frowning or neutral, frown lines in between her brows
Personality: Serious, witty, bent on revenge, never shows emotion, intelligent and strategic, closed off, extremely loyal to those she cares about, not quite suicidal but a bit careless about her own life, disrespectful, authoritative, quiet. The quieter she is, the more angry she is.
Background: Nyir was born in Dalia. She joined the Inquisitors at a very young age, but she married someone from a rivalling city. When he was killed by Inquisitors, she learned the truth about how perverse they were and joined the Rivincita, bent on giving them hell or dying in the process. (more to be revealed later)
Quirks: Muscles always taught like a coiled spring, loves drawing/art. Her entire personality is a result of suppressed grief, reckless abandon, and guilt.
Other: Doooon't get her drunk. Her sense of humor is very dark and usually only unveiled when she's not sober.
City of Origin: Dalia
Part of the Rivincita

Nyir strode through the market, her hands on the weapon strapped to her hip. She needed to get her sword sharpened as soon as possible, but she wasn't familiar with the city. (sure hope we're not in dalia right now) She spotted three people conversing, so she headed over to ask them where the blacksmith was located.

Chiara considered this. She needed ammunition for her crossbow…….. “Fine. Yes, please.”

"Okay then follow me," Breeze began to walk through the market.

"Excuse me," Nyir interrupted, stopping them in their tracks.

Riann glanced at Chiara, weighing her options. She decided to follow the girl as well since she didn't seem like much of a threat.

"Oh hello," Breeze greeted the new girl.

So many people….. Chiara internally groaned. Exactly what they needed. She just wanted to get her ammunition and leave this godforsaken city behind.

Nyir's shoulders were taut. "I need to know where the blacksmith operates. Are any of you familiar with this city's layout?"

"I am," Breeze offered, "I'm on my way to show these two a shop and the blacksmith is on the way."

Riann glanced at the girl that had approached them, studying her quickly. She recognized her as Nyir, someone who had joined the Rivincita recently.

Nyir nodded coolly. "Then I'll tag along. What shop are you heading to?"

"I'm shouldn't really tell you," Breeze shrugged, "Ask the two who want to go there."

Her brows arched, and she turned to the other two with a frown. "Well?" she asked.

Chiara sighed. “Weapons place, bambina.”

"Just some ammunition for weapons." Riann explained, finally talking. She continued to watch Nyir's movements. They were exact and perfect. Inquisition training perhaps.

Nyir inclined her head. "Do they do weapon repairs? That might be more suited for my purposes."

"And you talk," Breeze looked at the sun. The shop should be opening soon, she wasn't going to tell them that she was going there anyway, "Well you three fine looking ladies let's go!"

Chiara rolled her eyes, nodding at the girl, who she recognized as Nyir. The sun beat down in her back, but she didn’t sweat, only let out a soft groan to express her dislike of heat.

"Let's go then. I don't want to take up anymore of your time," Nyir responded.

Breeze lead them through the city streets before she reached the shop, "And we're here."
The shop had just opened, Breeze could tell by the amount of people here. Perfect she could get what she needed without much question.

Riann nodded, resisting the urge to place her hand on the hilt of her sword. With the Inquisitors bustling around the streets, she didn't need any more attention drawn to herself.