Nym Fontayne Valemon

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NYM FONTAYNE VALEMON
Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Dharo

Caste: Warlord Prince

Jewels: Rose -> Rose (deep)

Weapons: Due to his demure and reclusive nature, Nym was never the type to train with weapons. He stayed holed up in trees or in his bedroom with piles of books. But he can use his mind as a weapon, since knowledge gives power to those who use it correctly.

Abilities: Though not an official ability, Nym has a knack with animals that seems almost unnatural. They don’t take long to warm up to him and stick around longer than you’d imagine. The same goes for plants, which Nym seems to have the ultimate green thumb for. He rarely ever loses plants that he grows. His Craft leans toward healing magic, which is still in development for Nym. As he furthers his Craft, Nym inks symbols into his arms. It looks alarming at first, but he’ll continue to add the symbols until he runs out of room.

Personality: Nym has the airy way of being that most would attribute to a young girl who has her head in the clouds. He speaks in a soft, light voice, like it was carried on the wind. Nothing about him screams assertive male, a breath of fresh air compared to some of the testosterone fueled males of Kaeleer. He fell in love with reading from a young age and because of that, his knowledge and vocabulary expanded exponentially. Often, Nym speaks to people all the same way regardless of gender, caste or Race. He is polite, though a bit unattached in how he addresses others. It could be seen as rude by some- say, like a Queen- but there really isn’t any harm meant by it. It is rather hard to be angry over how someone is by there very nature. No one has ever heard him raise his voice above a speaking level, not out of anger, fear or happiness. He keeps the same level tone, though sometimes his voice lilts with certain words, conveying his excitement. He was never much of an expressive child either, not outwardly. Everything about Nym is introverted and private, like he holds it sacred to himself and chooses carefully who to share himself with.

History: Nym was born a fair sprite of a boy to powerful parents in Dharo. Everyone expected him to grow up to be a brute like his father, but he didn’t even cry much as an infant. As a toddler, Nym was constantly escaping his nanny and running free about the garden, much to his mother’s dismay. He was wild, but not unruly. If there was something he wanted to do, he would find a way to do it without causing much trouble. Physically, Nym never matured into the strong Dharo Warlord Prince male that his father envisioned. His birthright Jewel was Rose, which is light and not the strongest, though there is room for improvement. He stayed slim and lithe, his raven black hair feathery soft and his eyes a dusty grey. Not an unsightly boy, surely, but much too pretty for his father’s liking with high cheekbones and pale skin. A nymph in looks and manners, with his nose buried in books instead of out training. His parents tried hard to toughen him up, but nothing seemed to work. Their methods just bounced off of him. As he grew more independent, Nym distanced himself from his family and chose to spend his time with Reth, a wily back raven that he found injured when he was twelve. He nursed the bird back to health and the two have been inseparable ever since.