Emplacement - couloir aléatoire ; casernes
Actions - x x x
Santé - Empoisonnement au fer; mort; inconscient
Inventaire - x x x 
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Il y avait des voix, et il y avait des cris, il y avait du sang et il y avait la mort. Et tout cela saignait ensemble dans un tas boueux de chaos.
Kylmi savait que sa dérive dans et hors de la conscience était un signe terrible, un prélude à sa mort et ce donjon pour être son monde mourant. Ses oreilles sonnaient encore, agressées par les terribles lamentations de sa compagne qui l'embrayait dans ses bras, même quand elle s'affaiblissait si fortement. L'haleine de la Nymphe s'exhalait rapidement, des gouffres d'agonie, alors que le venin de fer continuait à se fendre dans son sang et que la puanteur de la mourante étouffait ses poumons empoisonnés. Même dans son état de diminution, elle sentait les yeux sur elle et dans ces regards étaient des jugements et des merveilles, Kylmi se sentait vulnérable sous leur examen, mais la mort faisait appel à son attention et elle a mordu ses griffes plus loin dans le plateau de chitin. Elle avait l'habitude de regarder et de regarder pendant si longtemps, elle les accueillait souvent, se blottis en eux, son orgueil égoïste et son manque des insinuations lustrantes suivantes avaient été ce dont Kylmi vivait. Mais dans le noir, c'était différent, et donc elle a caché ses propres observations sous l'ombre de la chute de ses cheveux de curling et de l'escroc de son bras.
Leurs formes étaient obscures, tandis que son esprit s'enfonçait et s'enclenchait, sa seule assurance qu'elle était vivante était l'étreinte de l'insecte massif et ses propres oreilles pivotant et tournant à intervalles aléatoires pour attraper chaque dialogue échangé. Il n'y avait pas grand-chose à laquelle elle pouvait contribuer, son dernier conseil prononcé contre le retrait dans la forêt ayant dépensé la majeure partie de sa capacité à parler, et avec le fer ayant démêlé sa bouche dans une tainte noirâtre, ses lèvres ne pouvaient qu'éplucher sur les felidae canines dans une horrible grimace et snarl. Tout le monde voulait tout simplement sortir, enfin se libérer et elle pouvait se faire la championne, l'encourager et pourtant leur émir tombé avait si condescendant de leur offrir eux-mêmes. Elle s'est aperçue de cela, de lui, de celui qui l'a attesté pour ses gardes et leurs vies. Il ne connaissait pas les horribles tortures qu'elle avait endurées ici, dans ce monde pierreux, de ce que ses précieux frères lui avaient fait et elle menaçait dans la salle où il se retirait - si seulement, elle pensait.
Avec sa colère féroce, une fois de plus elle a été déformée dans l'obscurité de son esprit de passage, sa réalité confuse et bousculée au-delà de la compréhension. Elle a entendu parler de quelque chose, ou était-ce quelqu'un, au-delà de ses capacités normales. Les étourdissements alors que tout le monde se brouillait dans leurs décisions de comment et où attaquer, elle pouvait sentir l'appel de la magie destructrice, mais ses yeux renaissants ne pouvaient plus le pointer. Les luminaires vitreux commençaient à s'enchaîner avec la toxicité ascendante et Kylmi ne pouvait que gémir dans sa frêle voix quand son sauveur affaibli l'a déposée, elle ne pouvait pas se rappeler ce qu'il a dit à travers son esprit, seulement qu'il y avait un tremblement désespéré à elle. Elle s'est effondrée contre le mur, incapable de subvenir à ses besoins et à ses os et à ses douleurs aux sons qu'elle a entendus. Des os éclatants, des chairs épluchées, des brûlures et des choses brisées, et elle s'en effraya. Elle n'avait pas connu la bataille depuis longtemps, pas depuis Isildier qui était il y a près d'un siècle. Kylmi toussait et crachait à la mémoire et pouvait à peine attraper le boom affaibli à travers son esprit.
...de retour avant que vous le sachiez. 
La Nymphe n'arrivait qu'à un sourire faible, et quand il l'a une fois de plus balayée dans ses bras, elle a craqué ses bois contre son épaule plaquée avant que son esprit mourant ne tombe à nouveau dans l'inconscience.
Kylmi dérive dans son rêve comme l'état, attrapant à peine la suggestion douce que quelqu'un d'autre la porte en dehors de l'un de leurs compagnons hulking. Sa poitrine se levait et tombait à peine dans des bouffées d'haleine, accentuées par des sifflements mous et des frémissements qui se terminaient par une toux dure et humide et des convulsions ensanglantées. Elle a juré entendre quelque chose sur les remèdes de guérison dans son état inconnu, mais cela aurait pu être juste son vain espoir et instinct qui lui a permis de respirer. Son esprit ne pouvait pas le confirmer, elle ne pouvait que prier sa longue divinité oubliée pour qu'ils trouvent nécessaire de l'aider encore.
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K l y m i D r y a d
Female ┊Nymph - Ferinum
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Species description —
Kylmi's particular sub-species is a commonly known sort that dwell within thick foliage and exotic flora; often resembling their particular birth grotte: a natural hovel that has been worn into caves or perches in cliff faces often twined with precarious vines. Betwixt Alseides and Meliads, Klymi's people come in various sorts and origins that, due to their neighboring borders and genetics, has encouraged a sort of breeding that gives seed to hybrid collages of Hamadryads and Ferinums; particular Nymphs bourne from trees and then the feral respectively. Neither branch of Nymph is immortal, only has significant longevity compared to most, but are still capable of dying from fatal conditions. Ferinum genetic sequences are influenced by their environments, having been bred in the thick forests that were laced with the magic stain of the White Stag, it has produced rather distinctive features of various fauna in their kind. Their magic capabilities are propagated from the constant wiles of nature, as per their places of birth and creation, this begets a sort of ever changing essentials and disposition: to be tame and soft as flowers but bridled with thorns of venomous elegance. Not to be mistaken for the Fey,  for they are not as cruel in heart though they often find themselves in swindle with their festiveness and carnal tortures when it comes to robbing the youth from their towns and traditions. The Ferinum though are swayed and seduced by their rather carnal and animal complexions more so, typically carnivorous  this often reflects to their salacious types. Fernium enjoy the splendors of the world, indulging in their passions and vigorous desires: these are often wants, rather than needs, and are particularly selfish and manipulative because of them, along with not caring for distinction among their impromptu lovers.
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations —
The origins of a Ferinum's magic is often volatile and reflects their natures: white, grey, or black, it will alter and change on the whim of the performer but always falls back to their Dryad origins from their original mothers. Some can be capable of beast manipulation and summoning depending on their genetics and blood. Their powers can be derived from instinct and adaptation, thus they can alter at any point should the desire of the user transition drastically, much like the workings of vegetation and some regenerative abilities. However, much like their feral counterparts, they can be savage, unthinking and predatory. Klymi's magic begets a darker, seductive disposition from years of meddling with mortal affairs and to benefit her entirely, thus she has an assortment of grey and black for a basis and common point.
M A N I P U L A T I O N
This a standard for most Ferinum with Nymph-Dryad origins, to be able to seduce and cajole everyday plant life to their whims. They have the belief and religion that everything has a soul and within that soul is the potential to be swayed, from trees to grass, the capacity within them can be touched and manipulated by their waif bodies and minds. They're bound to the earth and the fauna that thrive in them due to being born among them, and the cause of mana that course through the plants or animals they empire, the vegetation or creature can warp depending on the emotional state of the user. Klymi's manipulative powers are second nature and state of mind, but being limited from the forests will hinder her and her potential. Due to her darker personality, any plant she manipulates is often assuaged with thorns and bruises to a dark green and violet discoloration, any animal she favours will also be effected. This natural affinity is broad in the spectrum of usage, however, Kylmi's personality prevents her from stimulating new growth like her typical white magic blessed sisters.
T H O R N * B L A D E
Much like the name indicates, Kylmi's manipulation can armour one of her arms in a blade of thorns and bark, giving it a sort of resilience and structure of a common blade. This enhances the actual thorns and spines that are fixated on her arms, and because of this her blade is a living extension of her body and pulsates much like her heart.
S L Y V A N
In a stance of defense, Kylmi can submerge herself directly into trees, becoming one with their souls and bound to them psychically but in doing so her vitality is entwined with that of the tree and it takes a considerable amount for her to disentangle herself from the bark. It's often a common fear though for a Nymph of her origin to do this, as with age they can sometimes petrify into sentient trees and be immobile for eternity. As such, Kylmi will only fall back to this in desperation.
L E A F * W H I S T L E
Much like a song, Kylmi has an ability of music much like common Nymphs, her musical inclinations are merely for jovial and carnival circumstances rather than practical prowess. In this she can craft instruments from common plants and with use of magic, can create song from them. Most of her sounds however possess a rather inappropriate, carnal sort of cadence that infect the mind.
H E A R T * O F * T H E * F O R E S T
Despite her darker heart, Kylmi is obligated to protect forests and plants of any kind. Damages done to flora mentally pains her to witness and her kind is forbidden to do any harm to nature. Her magic and soul are meant for the ways of life and renewal, growth and sunlight and she is directly influenced by these very aspects - they can benefit her or impair her drastically. In the much more shadowed part, death is a commonality in the ways of life and this is direct from the feral part in her blood. Being among the forests levels these two sides of her spirit and depending on where she is, her heart can be influenced and manipulated by her environmental surroundings.
F E R A L
Due to the hybrid quality of her blood, Kylmi has a drawback from her animal counterpart. This gives impression of a bestial savagery that effects her mentally and emotionally, falling upon primal urges and morality. She can usually keep this persona in check, however, being shackled or cornered will often spur this side of her.
Background —
Born in the thick wilds of Isildier, Kylmi's mother of origin was a Nymph of the wood known as a Hyleoroi, a sub-branch of Dryhad that acted as guardians and watchers of the wood. Her father was an Alseides from the glens and groves of this enchanted forest, these types were located to the centre of the thicket and often preformed as sentinels to the White Stag who ruled Isildier as a haven. It was often revered as sacred and only permitted to those deemed worthy by the creatures who lived within it, pilgrimages were embarked upon with each excursion aiming to simply come upon the thick browse that served as Isildier's borders. The expanse of the woodland stretched to incredible and tale worthy lengths, brimmed to the tree tops with all sorts and variations of fauna that hadn't been discovered and races like those of the Nymphs and ashen Fey of the Unseelie and Seelie courts. But as stories go, the wild and exotic are often purged and persecuted for their differences and mysteries, the world wishing to expand upon Isildier's greenery.
Kylmi was born in the core of a seemingly endless persecution, the White Stag blessing the children of the unfortunate circumstance and thus influencing their genetic makeup. Here the generation of Nymphs were given a piece of Isildier's heart so that even when their homes were seized and pillaged, a fragment of their origins would follow them always, in the splitting and shares of the wood, the Fey were gifted with the soul and spirit; one for the Unseelie and the opposite for the Seelie. In this, they would continue to honour the depths and secrets of Isildier along with their cousins. But revenge spiked their hearts and warped their souls, particularly the Unseelie when their homes were destroyed completely. And so the creatures of the wood became hopeless vagabonds wondering aimlessly when the taint of mortals came upon and inflicted their essences. This happened many years ago, a near century of old hatred, some petrified upon their fears and sorrows, creating a crude forest known as the Weeping Grove in place of Isildier's once upon a time glory. Here, the trees were mocking faces of gaping agony and endless tortures with gnarled roots and twisted beasts. Nature here was a poisonous retribution and the White Stag became a ghost fixated upon the woes of time and treachery, now an omen of death with his heart, soul and spirit now divided among his subjects.
Kylmi vaguely recalls upon this past, as time and memory tend to elude and evade her due to a long time wondering aimlessly across the world. Her family drifted without care or a true destination, just migrating upon instinct since the Weeping Grove was a grave sight; not a place to really live when you were bourne from the wilds. They didn't have knowledge of where their Fey cousins went, as the courts spread out far and wide into their sub-courts and mingling upon the mortal kind quite easily. For the Nymphs that embarked across the world, it wasn't so easy, they needed a home and a place to thrive and claim new roots, some perished among the way in fatal diseases and rot and some were captured in a cruel intent during this time of war that seemed to stretch beyond borders and mountains and the seas. Others spread to different areas, pulling apart from their families: brothers and sisters departed and so did the fragments of Isildier.
Her first actual clarity of memory is trekking across the South Spires and into the Uchfos Forest where the Eblistan Citadel stood as a tantalizing gem to be explored and calculated. Though her lack of social graces with man left her fumbling and awkward when first greeting the typical occupants of this blossoming kingdom, however Kylmi adapted and perhaps a little too well. She took to the natural, lustful origins of her feral birth and mingling among the common folk with a penchant of acquiring various lovers in her time she spent browsing among the seedier underbelly of Eblistan. Despite the loss of their original home, the Nymphs adapted quite well to their new encampment and share the Uchfos with various others though it compares nothing to the wonders of Isildier: that place now is just a dream; a horrid reminder of what has passed. The Nymphs brought with them their traditions and habits of dance and careless glee, trying to smudge out their rather terrible beginnings. To ask one of the people where they came from is an actual insult to them even. Thus it has earned them a near untrustworthy and shadowy assumption from their sudden appearances in Uchfos and the Citadel, sometimes you can't trust the unknown.
Kylmi doesn't like to reflect on her origins in this and perhaps it is this willing and careless banishment of her roots that sort of darkens her spirit and influences her powers. She believes that memories will only continue to allow the hurt to fester and boil within, and so with near religious fanfare she has long been dipping into the provocative natures in her heart without a flicker of remorse or care.
Reason for Detainment —
It was such a scandal: a merchant's son swindled by the song of a Nymph that was found in his bed in a troubling circumstance. The situation was later just a mere circulating rumour without any sort of backing evidence, however Kylmi's sudden detainment drew a rather curious inquiry. The truth of the matter was the son's rather critical status among the royals, his engagement didn't benefit from the adultery either, and in a attempt to hide the affair, Kylmi was tossed behind bars for being the instigator. So they say; though many would not be surprised considering Kylmi's rather lecherous infamy.