"State your name. Darkling." Hantag poised for battle. If this being turned on him, he would be ready.
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Name: Nyla Remsdeen
Race/Species: Humanoid "Cast Away" Spirit of the Light
Appearence: Nyla has stingy black hair that hangs in her face and is bleached on the tips. She has cole colored eyes and a dark, thin mouth. Her skin is pale and off set by darkness of her eyes. Nyla's clothes are often thin, of poor cloth and worn from time and use. Her appearance is that of one who was cast out from the Spirits of Light and Life, the opposite of the light, nearly non-material spirits. The darkness of her whole persona marks her as a traitor to light and life.
Personality: Nyla's personality reflects her dark appearance. Her mood is often one of withdrawn, resigned acceptance. Nyla can be nasty and mean at times, snapping when pushed to far. She often hides behind her hair, watching, waiting, analyzing. Nyla is not very brave though she is not particularly a cowardly, she just prefers to watch and let others deal with things if she can help it.
1. Nyla can create a great flash of light, a remnant of her former power, which can momentarily blind enemies and can be used as a distraction when escape is needed.
2. Nyla carries a small dagger with her everywhere she goes, it is always concealed in her tall leather boots and has come in handy on many an occasion.
3. Nyla is very good as analyzing people and some may consider her a mind reader though she never actually reads peoples minds, she is just very observant when she needs to be and can often predict peoples actions before they happen.
Background Information: Nyla was part of the "Light and Life" Spirit tribe. The spirits could walk nearly unnoticed through light and peoples lives. They were a collection of 'good' spirits who would help people through life; they would guide weary travels who got lost in a desert (what some would call a hallucination or mirage), also they could whisper suggestions to people when they needed extra support or advice, (also known as a conscience). Nyla lived this life for many years, serving the helpless, watching over sleeping children at night, bring happiness to the sick; living only in the subconscious. One day though she made a great mistake, and for it she was sent to the Head of the Council of Light (known to humans as the moon), and there she was reprimanded and her lightness was taken away as she was given a semi physical form, cursed to be a near humanoid and labeled as a traitor for the rest of her life.
((To make things easier, your character can start of in the cave with the others.))
"K-Kol!" Kol called out quietly, keeping his hands held up in surrender.
Hantag could hear some level of nervousness in Kol's voice, though he knew not why. At this time of night the darkling's powers would be at their strongest, and he could easily escape. Nevertheless, it comfirmed that he proposed no threat to them. Hantag relaxed himself, "Lower you hands." He instructed. "What are you doing out here?"
Iggy peered around her companion to study this "Kol" with curious green eyes. She found all these new species and creatures she was meeting very interesting. She wanted to know everything about them.
"I-I'm...wandering." Kol said. He slowly lowered his hands to his sides, nervously adjusting his scarf before setting one hand on the knife that hung by his side. He took a step backwards.
Iggy cocked her head to the side in a thoughtful manner as she illused, "Why are you so jumpy?" in Hantag's voice from a clump of grass at Kol's feet.
Nyla woke up, she had been sleeping soundly, huddled in a dark corner of the cave. Now through, her eyes snapped open though she stayed currled up, waiting. She could see only silhouettes of the people outlined in the cave mouth by the light of the Moon. Nyla hated the moon and felt no need to get any closer to its light or even to the people who were so easily visible by its light. She stayed where she was, listening.
Kol cried out and jumped back, hurrying to slide into the shadows, dissolving into the darkness. He stayed in shadow, not reappearing.
"Well at least we have one less problem to deal with." Hantag resolved, before giving Iggy a stern look.
Kol couldn't hold his shadow form for much longer. He tried to move away at least a little farther before he had to reform again, being pushed back into physical form.
"What?" Iggy said, rolling her eyes at Hantag. Iggy's pixie eye sight allowed her to make out Kol's sillhouette. She illused from an exotic flower near his head, using a silky voice, "Peekaboo, I still see you..."
Kol yelped and dissolved back into shadow again, sliding away. He slid away as fast as he could, managing to move even farther away before he had to move back into physical form. He wedged himself tightly in a crack in the rock face, his heart pounding faster in his chest.
Iggy squinted, trying to find him seeing as he had disappeared, but she couldn't and this frustrated her. She began to illuse from trees, all over. Skipping around from tree to tree saying things like "Don't be scared, I won't bite." or "Come out, come out where ever you are.". She hoped she wasn't torturing the poor soul.
Kol squeezed his eyes shut, pressing farther back into the crack. He brought his hands up, covering his ears. The voice seemed to be coming from various places, as if the person was following him, trying to find him. He hid away, not wanting to come out and face the people.
Getting angry, Iggy illused a creepy, crackling voice she had heard once before from a troll. She made a tree, "I will find you..." And now, she hopes she was torturing the "poor" soul.
Kol gritted his teeth, meshing into the shadows and trying to quickly slip away undetected. Perhaps he could get far away before the sun rose and do some hunting before he had to retreat from the sun. He just had to stay away from the voice....
Iggy frowned, maybe she was going about making a new friend the wrong way. "Oh, Kol..." she illused in her own voice from the trees.
Kol silently moved faster, managing to make it a little farther before he had to move back into the physical world, pulling away from the silent embrace of the shadows. He put a hand on the hilt of his knife, not wanting to fight, but ready to in case he had to. He nervously tugged on his scarf.