Osheire, Neiyka
Aug 23, 2019 9:52:11 GMT -6
Post by Neiyka Osheire on Aug 23, 2019 9:52:11 GMT -6
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NEIYKA OSHEIRE
Unknown » Female » Pansexual
[attr="class","fillbox"]Headmistress | [attr="class","fillbox"]Peace | [attr="class","fillbox"]Peace |
Face Claim: Yumi // Forever 7th Capital
APPEARANCE
Neiyka is only 4'8" in height and is very young in appearance. She looks closer to a 12 year old girl than she does to however old she really is, but that is just part of her charm. She has medium length, strawberry blonde hair. One of her eyes is always covered by an eyepatch with a crudely drawn closed eye on it. Her other eye is similarly colored to a sunset, orange and violet tones along with a light golden.
As for her clothing, she is a weird one. She wears a metal collar around her neck with a chain still attached to the front. She wears a long white dress with a black petticoat beneath it. It is said that there are reapers attached to the petticoat that will reach out and collect souls for her if she wants them to, but it's never been proven. There are many bandages and swathings around her dress, white ones around the middle, and black ones around the top parts of her arms. There are additional straps at the ends of her sleeves as well, that connect to buckles on the back of her dress like a straight jacket. She uses these in her private time to calm down from the day.
PERSONALITY
Neiyka is a very calm and quiet soul. She seems to be fairly spaced out most of the time, and isn't terribly talkative either. She does seem to have a deep need to help others and will go out of her way to do so. She enjoys sitting and reading in her time off. She is also quite a pushover and has a very submissive personality. She will do pretty much anything that you ask of her. However, on the flip side, she also is extremely persuasive and can pretty much hypnotize people into doing what she wants so long as she maintains eye and/or skin contact. She does not use this latent ability on her own though, and is usually forced into using it by others. Neka was a very sheltered child as well and knows very little of the world, except the cruelty that it can hold. Despite her beauty, Neiyka does not see herself as such and has quite a low self esteem.
HISTORY
Neiyka was born into royalty, but not really. She was born to a slave woman that served in the royal palace at the time. It is quite debatable whether or not she is a bastard child of one of the many royal princes, but that was never fully determined either. As she grew, she was abused, which should have been expected given the state of her title. She was a mutt, and a slave, and she was treated as one.
As she started getting older, people started to notice her more and more. Her beauty began to grow, and this caused many encounters that she wanted nothing more than to get away from.
When she was sixteen or so, she had finally had enough, after a particularly violent encounter with one of the princes that left her more than battered and bruised. She had grabbed a nearby fire poker and rammed it right through his eye. She then grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself before escaping the palace.
Neiyka ran and ran all the way out into the desert until her bleeding feet could carry her no farther. She collapsed in the sand and scorched under the hot sun of the next day. She regained consciousness a few days later, after having been in and out of consciousness for that time from heat exhaustion and infections and who knows what else.
When she did finally come to, she was in the hut of a witch doctor and her son, who had found the girl out in the desert on his way to collect herbs from the royal city for his mother. Neiyka thanked them after she had gotten over her initial fear.
Neiyka stayed with them and begun to learn the practices of the healing herbs and concoctions from the witch doctor, and she began to grow feelings towards her son, but that was not the only thing that was growing. With each passing month, Neiyka's stomach grew just a bit bigger, and it wasn't long until they realized that she was pregnant. All of them were ecstatic despite how anxious they were.
If only it could have stayed that way. It did not take long for war to spread to the outlying villages, and it took even less time for the royalists to find her. It had seemed that she was called a fugitive, and they were paying handsomely for her return to the city. Guards and soldiers stormed her peaceful little village, wiping out everyone and everything within it. Fires burned down huts, mothers and children were murdered in their beds, and by the time she reached the edge of the village, it was too late.
They swept her up and hauled her back through the desert, tying her to the back of a horse and making her walk barefoot over the hot sand. She was thrown in front of the second heir to the throne, and it was promised to her that if she confessed her sins, she would be given another chance, so she did. She told them that she had been brutally attacked by the man that she had killed, and that she was certain the child was his. However, the royal family did not approve of the accusation, and had guards hold her still while the second heir walked up to her with a dagger in hand. The child was cut from her womb right there in the middle of the room in front of everyone. She screamed, but they covered her mouth and threatened to remove her tongue should she make any other noise.
For the next few weeks, she lay in the infirmary fighting off infection from the crudely cauterized wound across her stomach. Once she had recovered enough, she was brought before the heir again, and he demanded that she be his wife. What choice did she have? He took her around to the outlying villages, parading her around. He kept her bound by her wrists, a blindfold over her eyes. He would tie her to posts in the middle of town and strip her of her dignity. He forced himself upon her many times where all could see. It was a warning for the villages to fall in line, or this could happen to any of them.
He made her sleep on the floor of his royal tent, a collar around her neck chained to whatever he felt like. The abuse never ended. If anything, it got worse and worse.
By the time she was Nineteen, she was pregnant again, but this time with the prince's child. He did the same thing he had done before when he realized it, tossing the fetus to the local feral dogs before her eyes. All because he could not fathom having a child with someone as impure as her. She wept, and he ripped her head back by her hair and plucked out one of her eyes with his dagger, claiming that she would never be beautiful again, disfigured this way.
That night she lay there, broken, bleeding, and dying. That was when she saw it for the first time. The most beautiful, black, winged creature that she had ever seen. It was him. Death. He was there to claim her, but instead of ending her life, he gave her the one thing that changed everything. A second chance. A chance for revenge.
She stood, taking the scythe from his hands. It felt a lot lighter than she had expected. She swung it with a type of grace that appeared natural, killing everyone in the room with a singular swipe. She emerged from the tent covered in blood, and she did not care. No fear remained in her body as she went from tent to tent, hut to hut, destroying anyone in her path. When she had finished, she strode back to the black winged figure and knelt down before him, offering the scythe up. But he did not kill her.
Instead, he pulled her into his grasp and promised that he would teach her everything, and that one day, she would become Death, just as he had.
As time went on, Neiyka did indeed become Death, and she was one of the most vengeful and cruel and cold Deaths that any had seen. She belonged to Chaos when she started, carrying out his every order, following behind the other harbingers, taking the souls of those lives they had ended. Many lives she had taken just for the thrill of doing so.
Eventually the day came where Neiyka was brought to the school, which had been newly made for all prospective harbingers. At first, she thought it was a joke, but it was there to try and help her overcome her vengeance. Of course, Chaos had been no better than her princely husband, dominating her and making her his absolute submissive.
There came a day where she had grown just as tired of his abuses and attempted to kill him, but the Harbinger of Peace intercepted her. The two of them sat and talked for a long while, and by the end of it, Neiyka was sobbing and full of regret and remorse for everything she had done. Peace had promised her that he would deal with Chaos, and that she needn't ever have to subject to someone any longer unless she wanted to. Peace traded Chaos, Pestilence for Death, and took Neiyka under his wing.
He taught her to calm her mind, and to let go of everything that made her mind so chaotic. He taught her how to quiet her inner demons, and in the end, she was reborn. Neiyka was no longer a fully-fledged woman, but instead decided to take on the appearance of a young girl. Peace taught her how to use her powers to offer a quiet and peaceful end to everyone, regardless of what they had done in their lives.
After many years went by, Peace took her aside and asked her what she thought of herself. She gave the most honest answer that she could, stating that she was not important, but her work was. That she just wanted everyone to know that one good thing at the end of their lives. That she wanted to allow every soul to experience a bit of light and warmth at the end of their time. Peace nodded at her and told her that she was ready. From there, Neiyka ascended into Peace. She took her new title with grace, though she could hardly believe it.
Chaos was nowhere near as happy about it, and cursed her before he was replaced. He gave her a cursed object, in which she could never remove. A skirt made up of the souls of those that she had damned. Those souls would constantly be all over her, their ghostly appendages would grope her or harm her however they pleased whenever they pleased to do so.
When Chaos was replaced, it was almost too much for her to take, as that meant that no one would have the ability to make them stop. No one could take it off or away from her. But after awhile, she learned that it was just how things were, and that she would never get away from any of it. But that was just something else that she would have to come to peace with, and continue living her life.
Neiyka is only 4'8" in height and is very young in appearance. She looks closer to a 12 year old girl than she does to however old she really is, but that is just part of her charm. She has medium length, strawberry blonde hair. One of her eyes is always covered by an eyepatch with a crudely drawn closed eye on it. Her other eye is similarly colored to a sunset, orange and violet tones along with a light golden.
As for her clothing, she is a weird one. She wears a metal collar around her neck with a chain still attached to the front. She wears a long white dress with a black petticoat beneath it. It is said that there are reapers attached to the petticoat that will reach out and collect souls for her if she wants them to, but it's never been proven. There are many bandages and swathings around her dress, white ones around the middle, and black ones around the top parts of her arms. There are additional straps at the ends of her sleeves as well, that connect to buckles on the back of her dress like a straight jacket. She uses these in her private time to calm down from the day.
PERSONALITY
Neiyka is a very calm and quiet soul. She seems to be fairly spaced out most of the time, and isn't terribly talkative either. She does seem to have a deep need to help others and will go out of her way to do so. She enjoys sitting and reading in her time off. She is also quite a pushover and has a very submissive personality. She will do pretty much anything that you ask of her. However, on the flip side, she also is extremely persuasive and can pretty much hypnotize people into doing what she wants so long as she maintains eye and/or skin contact. She does not use this latent ability on her own though, and is usually forced into using it by others. Neka was a very sheltered child as well and knows very little of the world, except the cruelty that it can hold. Despite her beauty, Neiyka does not see herself as such and has quite a low self esteem.
HISTORY
Neiyka was born into royalty, but not really. She was born to a slave woman that served in the royal palace at the time. It is quite debatable whether or not she is a bastard child of one of the many royal princes, but that was never fully determined either. As she grew, she was abused, which should have been expected given the state of her title. She was a mutt, and a slave, and she was treated as one.
As she started getting older, people started to notice her more and more. Her beauty began to grow, and this caused many encounters that she wanted nothing more than to get away from.
When she was sixteen or so, she had finally had enough, after a particularly violent encounter with one of the princes that left her more than battered and bruised. She had grabbed a nearby fire poker and rammed it right through his eye. She then grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself before escaping the palace.
Neiyka ran and ran all the way out into the desert until her bleeding feet could carry her no farther. She collapsed in the sand and scorched under the hot sun of the next day. She regained consciousness a few days later, after having been in and out of consciousness for that time from heat exhaustion and infections and who knows what else.
When she did finally come to, she was in the hut of a witch doctor and her son, who had found the girl out in the desert on his way to collect herbs from the royal city for his mother. Neiyka thanked them after she had gotten over her initial fear.
Neiyka stayed with them and begun to learn the practices of the healing herbs and concoctions from the witch doctor, and she began to grow feelings towards her son, but that was not the only thing that was growing. With each passing month, Neiyka's stomach grew just a bit bigger, and it wasn't long until they realized that she was pregnant. All of them were ecstatic despite how anxious they were.
If only it could have stayed that way. It did not take long for war to spread to the outlying villages, and it took even less time for the royalists to find her. It had seemed that she was called a fugitive, and they were paying handsomely for her return to the city. Guards and soldiers stormed her peaceful little village, wiping out everyone and everything within it. Fires burned down huts, mothers and children were murdered in their beds, and by the time she reached the edge of the village, it was too late.
They swept her up and hauled her back through the desert, tying her to the back of a horse and making her walk barefoot over the hot sand. She was thrown in front of the second heir to the throne, and it was promised to her that if she confessed her sins, she would be given another chance, so she did. She told them that she had been brutally attacked by the man that she had killed, and that she was certain the child was his. However, the royal family did not approve of the accusation, and had guards hold her still while the second heir walked up to her with a dagger in hand. The child was cut from her womb right there in the middle of the room in front of everyone. She screamed, but they covered her mouth and threatened to remove her tongue should she make any other noise.
For the next few weeks, she lay in the infirmary fighting off infection from the crudely cauterized wound across her stomach. Once she had recovered enough, she was brought before the heir again, and he demanded that she be his wife. What choice did she have? He took her around to the outlying villages, parading her around. He kept her bound by her wrists, a blindfold over her eyes. He would tie her to posts in the middle of town and strip her of her dignity. He forced himself upon her many times where all could see. It was a warning for the villages to fall in line, or this could happen to any of them.
He made her sleep on the floor of his royal tent, a collar around her neck chained to whatever he felt like. The abuse never ended. If anything, it got worse and worse.
By the time she was Nineteen, she was pregnant again, but this time with the prince's child. He did the same thing he had done before when he realized it, tossing the fetus to the local feral dogs before her eyes. All because he could not fathom having a child with someone as impure as her. She wept, and he ripped her head back by her hair and plucked out one of her eyes with his dagger, claiming that she would never be beautiful again, disfigured this way.
That night she lay there, broken, bleeding, and dying. That was when she saw it for the first time. The most beautiful, black, winged creature that she had ever seen. It was him. Death. He was there to claim her, but instead of ending her life, he gave her the one thing that changed everything. A second chance. A chance for revenge.
She stood, taking the scythe from his hands. It felt a lot lighter than she had expected. She swung it with a type of grace that appeared natural, killing everyone in the room with a singular swipe. She emerged from the tent covered in blood, and she did not care. No fear remained in her body as she went from tent to tent, hut to hut, destroying anyone in her path. When she had finished, she strode back to the black winged figure and knelt down before him, offering the scythe up. But he did not kill her.
Instead, he pulled her into his grasp and promised that he would teach her everything, and that one day, she would become Death, just as he had.
As time went on, Neiyka did indeed become Death, and she was one of the most vengeful and cruel and cold Deaths that any had seen. She belonged to Chaos when she started, carrying out his every order, following behind the other harbingers, taking the souls of those lives they had ended. Many lives she had taken just for the thrill of doing so.
Eventually the day came where Neiyka was brought to the school, which had been newly made for all prospective harbingers. At first, she thought it was a joke, but it was there to try and help her overcome her vengeance. Of course, Chaos had been no better than her princely husband, dominating her and making her his absolute submissive.
There came a day where she had grown just as tired of his abuses and attempted to kill him, but the Harbinger of Peace intercepted her. The two of them sat and talked for a long while, and by the end of it, Neiyka was sobbing and full of regret and remorse for everything she had done. Peace had promised her that he would deal with Chaos, and that she needn't ever have to subject to someone any longer unless she wanted to. Peace traded Chaos, Pestilence for Death, and took Neiyka under his wing.
He taught her to calm her mind, and to let go of everything that made her mind so chaotic. He taught her how to quiet her inner demons, and in the end, she was reborn. Neiyka was no longer a fully-fledged woman, but instead decided to take on the appearance of a young girl. Peace taught her how to use her powers to offer a quiet and peaceful end to everyone, regardless of what they had done in their lives.
After many years went by, Peace took her aside and asked her what she thought of herself. She gave the most honest answer that she could, stating that she was not important, but her work was. That she just wanted everyone to know that one good thing at the end of their lives. That she wanted to allow every soul to experience a bit of light and warmth at the end of their time. Peace nodded at her and told her that she was ready. From there, Neiyka ascended into Peace. She took her new title with grace, though she could hardly believe it.
Chaos was nowhere near as happy about it, and cursed her before he was replaced. He gave her a cursed object, in which she could never remove. A skirt made up of the souls of those that she had damned. Those souls would constantly be all over her, their ghostly appendages would grope her or harm her however they pleased whenever they pleased to do so.
When Chaos was replaced, it was almost too much for her to take, as that meant that no one would have the ability to make them stop. No one could take it off or away from her. But after awhile, she learned that it was just how things were, and that she would never get away from any of it. But that was just something else that she would have to come to peace with, and continue living her life.
Played By Tsunami
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