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Magical Ability:

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Granted an ability that is not immediately seen by the eye, but is instead felt when in her presence. As many of her kind before her Niera too drank from the spring. A gentle feeling of light washed over her, and where the world suddenly felt so much easier as was the case for the people that surrounded her. When the immortal is around others she offers a feeling of constant calm and holds the space for people to be able to relax. This is not an immediate effect, the longer the individual is to her presence, the more they start to settle down from any anxieties, intensities or anger they might have.



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Appearance:

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Lithe with a strong frame built from the thousands of years she has spent fighting as a soldier in the Immortal military, Niera is a tall woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue grey eyes that shift to an intense blue dependant on her mood.  During 'work hours' she is very rarely seen outside of her suit of plate armour, that although sturdy is made for fighting rather than for its appearance. On more casual occasions however, she often takes pleasure in spoiling herself by wearing dresses and jewels. The soldier makes a point of ensuring that despite being in what could be considered a masculine profession, to maintain her air of femininity.



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Personality:

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Niera is a calm woman with a firm belief in loyalty, perseverance, vigilance and honour. She has a great deal of respect for the men and women she works with. Years of service have seen at least a part of her heart grow cold and while she is possibly not the most open or talkative of individuals when it comes to trying to get to know others, she isn't unpleasant to people she doesn't know. Beneath what can often be considered an aloof or mysterious personality, Niera is a very caring woman with a lot of patience for people. In work she is always looking out for her peers, doing what she can to look after them in the absence of the comfort of their homes and making herself as helpful as possible. Unfortunately, due to her diligence this can cause her to do too much for people leaving her either too busy to relax or occasionally over exerted. Whereas in the way of life, romantic love has been something of a stranger to her for many year, and despite having a slightly cheekier, fun side buried deep beneath the serious demeanour that she usually has; Niera doesn't look for romance in people and therefore doesn't always understand when or if people are flirting.





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History:

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Time slowly passes by and with each waning year the world becomes a little less than it was. Change, war, love all had become mere aspects of what life truly was, and at the end of every breath of her enemy she could only wonder if a mortal life was more fulfilling. As a young girl, Niera was a quiet and bright young girl with a passion for dancing and music. Every day she would ask her papa to dance with her, just like they did in the royal balls and together they pretended she was a princess. And she was, at least in her father's eyes. Life was full, rich with new possibility and thousands of wonderful things that she could experience and bring light to. Always known for her polite mannerisms, nurturing and kindness even as a little girl in school, it was very rarely that Niera had ever been alone in her lifetime. Loyal to her people and excited by the prospect of being able to ride and defend the people she loves, the young immortal joined the army as a recruit.

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Things would never stay the same forever though.

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In the later years of her life, after she had spent a good forty years reaping her mortality, the day finally came where she eventually chose to drink from the chalice and her life was never the same again, it became easier. The people that were around her were less irritable, more open and a lot less hassle to deal with than they had once been. And although some had considered it strange that she had gained no immediate power from the sacred ritual, nobody could deny the stillness and calm they felt in her presence, as if the worlds worries were suddenly less and it was easier to see a solution more clearly.

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More years went by where the warrior trained, combat drilling, scouting missions, simple skirmishes. Most of her talents were either better used in a military tent or at the front of a battlefield where she could defend those that meant the most to her. Niera's love and loyalty for her people never changed, and although over the years she has met many souls, watched many friends die and has lost some of the naive joy that once uplifted her heart; Niera's desire to help other in need has never faltered. Wars were hard affairs, for at the end of the day when the battles were lost and won it was her that spoke up and despite victory, or defeat wished to pay respects to the dead of both the immortal and enemy soldiers. Once each year, the woman will light a lantern for the men and women she has killed over the years to respect their memories, the memories of their families and pray for their family's safety. For she knew, in a time of peace she would gladly have sat beside those soldiers and shared a meal.

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Few shared Niera's ideals, but could not fault her for her kindness. It was this kindness that also made her stand out among the crowd, her unit was one of the more effective thanks to the hours of preparation and care that she put into making sure they were well looked after, and their teamwork was considered above the norm. When recruits were considered rambunctious or difficult, they were often placed within squadron to further understand the meaning of unity. The fights that would often ensue between the recruits would die out over time and eventually they would come to understand each other, but when they took Niera away from squadron; the same care was not given and they missed her.

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Through her loyalty and persistent hard work, Nuria has remade her way through the ranks and was recently moved from a squadron she loved to work directly beneath Commander Connor Lachesis, a man whom she had long since looked up to and respected. And although the change has been difficult for her and she still worries for the men and women she used to work with, she does the same as she has always done by looking after her squadron, no matter the need.

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Miscellaneous:

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[break]Weapon Training: Morning Star and Shield, Longbow | Preferred Weaponry: Morning Star & Shield | Armour: Full Set of Steel Plate | Ranged Weaponry: LongBow
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[break]First Aid: Competent |Herbalist Kit: Mortar & Pestle, Roots ('Contraceptive Tea, Help Natural Healing),Flowers (Helping Colds, Ease Pain), Small Jar of Ointment (Easing Burns), Four Small Vials, A Roll of Bandages, A Pin, Collection of Leaves (Relaxing Nerves), Flint & Tinder.

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Travelling: Tent (Two Person), An Oil Lamp, A Flask of Oil, A Bedroll, One Blanket, Cold Travelling Gear, A Pick, A Mirror, Two Small Torches, Rope, A Bottle of Wine, Dried Meat, A Wood Cutting Axe, Basic Wooden Cutlery, Travelling Pack, Saddle, Two Saddlebags, Belt Pouch (Two Pouches), A Small Box of Chalk, Ink, Quill, Five Sheets of Parchment, Map Case, Two Changes of Garments, A Cooking Pot, A Flask of Water, Quiver, Forty Arrows.

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Personal Items: A Six Sided Dice, A Small Ruined Teddy Bear, A Locked Diary, A Key (Necklace), A Locket, A set of Hair Pins, A Dress, A Set of Earrings.

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[break] Horse: Darion (White & Black Spotted Friesian Stallion).

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House: A small little cottage in the middle of the woods surrounded by honey suckle and beautiful wild flowers.

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Venrali

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Prays to the God of Light

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NOT FIRST