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Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Gotcha! I shouldn't be too busy as well, but I'll let you know if things come up.

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Finished! :3

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

I will try to get that up by tomorrow! :D

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Well, that only took me forever, but I'm finally done! :D Lemme know if I need to change anything.

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Oh, question about cats, Len! Is it alright if my character has a personal grade B cat?

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Naemi Väyrynen

Name: Naemi Väyrynen
Age: 18
Nationality: Finn
Gender: Female
Area of birth: Kajaani, Finland
Immunity: Yes
Profession: Hunter
Languages: Finnish, broken Norwegian (she tends to substitute words she doesn't know with the Finnish one)

Personality:
Impulsive and reckless Naemi is 98% instincts and 3% brain; a savage who is better suited to prowl along in the silent world than to mingle in with society. She can't read or do math and she certainly won't be waxing poetic about the known world, but she knows the Kajaani lands by heart and can maneuver through beast-infested forests with ease. Hunting is first nature to her—it's all she's ever known, really—and it's evident in the ever-present vigilance set in her perceptive eyes, and in her almost feral soul. Naemi rarely thinks things through before diving headlong into something, and she basically assumes she can accomplish anything with sheer force of will (or just sheer force). She relies on her quick reflexes and intuitions above all, and she has long decided that unnecessary pondering can only hinder one's actions. Idiotically bold, she is flippant in the face of danger; she'll sooner die in action than stand idly by when there are things she can be doing.

Having lost touch with the rest of the known world, Naemi hasn't much in the way of social etiquette. She is blunt and direct, particularly rude to those she dislikes. Working with others doesn't come naturally to her, and it'll be difficult to get her to follow tactics. However, anyone that manages to gain her trust is entreated to her undying loyalty and her tamer, affectionate side. She's actually a puppy behind all that snarl and bite.

Brief Bio:
Born to a mostly absent Norwegian father and a Finnish mother who has long since succumbed to the illness, Naemi grew up under the care of their small settlement in Kajaani. Despite having been cleansed years ago, the lands in Kajaani remained unsafe, and their settlement was among the least inhabitable, with their route to the lake obstructed by perilous, uncleansed land and their communication with other cities or settlements nearly inexistent. Her father was part of a group of traders that risked journeying through the silent world to keep what little remained of their settlement thriving. They brought timber, crops, and game and traveled all the way to Pori and back, sometimes twice a day if they made good time. Their expeditions sustained the settlement for years, but one unfortunate encounter with a Troll left most of the trading group's members incapacitated. Since then, they've all been cut off from the rest of the known world.

Abled and immune children in their settlement were required to train as hunters. Naemi learned to fight when she was seven and discovered her forte in archery then. As the settlement's best marksman, her people grew to heavily rely on her to hunt for food and to act as the last line of defense against lurking beasts and occasional trolls. She had keen eyesight and even keener hearing, which helped tremendously when she stalked the dangerous lands, whether in pursuit of game or other creatures to slay.

It was a year ago that a Giant attack left their settlement in ruins (she had been out hunting then, and had been unable to help bolster their defense), forcing the few who survived to risk travelling all the way to Eno. Feeling guilty for her absence, Naemi sought to provide for the remaining survivors and found work where she could. Eventually, one of her employers directed her to the expedition and she immediately took on the offer, under the misconception that she would be able to earn a fortune from it.

Image or Description:
Naemi is terribly sensitive to the cold and has therefore taken to wearing excessively warm garments. Underneath her layers of clothing, she's a skinny thing, with just enough meat in her to keep her from looking like a walking skeleton. Also due to malnutrition, she's didn't get to do much growing and stands only at 5'2. There are little scars scattered throughout her body as well, but unlike what many assume, these are not so called badges from her beast or troll hunting stints, but marks left by her arguably evil cat.

Ilki

Name: Ilkimys (Ilki)
Age: 6
Breed: Siberian Cat
Immunity: Yes
Profession: Hunting Cat
Language: Cat (and a bit of dog and moose)
Personality: Aptly named Ilkimys is a sourpuss hell-bent on making everyone's lives miserable. He acts as though he is superior to any and all creatures (especially Naemi, who he considers his stupid human slave), and is very selective of whom is deserving of his attention. Ilki isn't all bravado and arrogance, though. He is cunning and quick, skilled enough to face beasts and trolls without having the proper training. What he lacks in power, he more than makes up for in speed and tactics. Even though he would probably survive better on his own, he has taken it upon himself to guide his stupid human slave through the silent world and protect her from her stupidity.

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Eliza's hand was already moving in position when Regan began transforming, the familiar glow surrounding her partner making her hop in excitement. Sparring seemed like the perfect way to start the day. She hated boring lectures that only put her to sleep. Her lips twisted into a lopsided grin as she felt the hilt materialize right in her hand, and her grip tightened automatically. The sword felt natural in her hands, felt as though it was an extension of her arm, and she brandished it jubilantly. She did a quick sideways sweep and then a chop as a warm up.

"Reeeady, Regan?" she asked in a singsong drawl, free hand against her forehead as she scanned the courtyard for her first victim… er, sparring partner. Half the meisters in class had already wielded their weapons, while the other half still looked to their teacher, awaiting further instructions. For a second, she wondered if Warbutton was still going on about something, but her attention lasted all of a second before it diverted to the loud voice coming from behind her.

She zeroed in on Conrad and Evan, already in his weapon form. They looked ready to fight. Without warning, she sped toward them, a small cloud of dust left in her wake. She leaped right as she was a couple of feet away from the pair, and thrust out her front leg and tucked in the other, aiming a flying kick at the meister's chest.

"Eliza kick~!" she called out, grinning. She raised her sword as she neared them, Regan's white blade almost gleaming in the sun, ready to strike down once her targets put up their defense.

Stand Still. Stay Silent. (High Casual/Low Advanced)

Very, very interested! :) Leeen, where do you find all these great webcomics?

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Her first months in Death City passed by in the haze of laughter and increasingly idiotic shenanigans. Eliza hadn't known what to expect, though she was pretty sure she would end up living off the streets, transforming into her rabbit form during meal times so she can eat grass or carrots. Of course, none of that happened (which was just the tiniest bit disappointing), as she'd find that her mom took care of everything. Comprehensively so. She had a fully paid for apartment that was stocked with food to last her a while, enough savings in her account to buy a cake every day for the next four months. Eliza spent her days getting to know the new city, making friends and enemies (and even a partner!), just waiting until the first day of school arrived.

It's been a few days since then, and Eliza surprised herself by managing to stay on relatively good behavior in class. She happened to like her teacher and his antithesis of a partner; they seemed like they could be loads of fun--or, they would be with a little bit of pushing. Eliza looked to Mister Warbutton (she was 10% sure that was his name) now, her eyes trailing over the sharp contours of his beard, imagining it growing out in an unrealistic triangular shape. His words went through one ear and out of the other, incoherent in her unfocused mind. She had been tempted to use her magic—to poke out her head through the blackboard behind him—but then an out of breath Regan came over, effectively distracting her. Eliza grinned at her partner in greeting, and gently nudged her on the side. "A new record!" she said teasingly, laughter bubbling in her throat.

She didn't know what was happening when the other students started getting up from their seats, but she followed suit, happily sliding off her seat. Her partner can tell her about it later. Eliza hummed a cheery tune as she hooked her arm around Regan's and led her out to the courtyard. She looked at the others excitedly, swayed by the sudden energy that radiated from them as they came together with their partners.

Eliza turned to Regan expectantly. "So, what are we doing?"

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

I'm working on a post! Sorry for the delay.