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Misericordia has a minion!

Nuit the Nightmane

Misericordia
Legacy Name: Misericordia

The

Nightmare Archan
Owner:

Sithana

Age: 17 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: December 19th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 4 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 19th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 273
Strength: 681
Defense: 659
Speed: 666
Health: 652
HP: 634/652
Intelligence: 1,101
Books Read: 1087
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Private Shopper

"Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world."- Albert Schweitzer -

Love and hateAffection and sadness. To her, they meant all the same.

She surveyed the battlefield from her perch on high. Strewn as the eye could see were bodies, mangled, torn and lifeless. She took in a large breathe before urging her body to move forward toward the dying and dead. She wore no shoes as she felt neither cold nor warmth but that was how it always was. Back when she was but a priestess in a small coven known for their powerful and strong women. She knew she was different, set apart from the others. Her eyes could see much more then what was perceived before her. In them she saw everything that they tried so hard to hide from others, their fears and thoughts. Soon her powers grew far more powerful then the others of her sect, far more then they could even imagine and in time, they grew to fear and hate her. Yet none of this matter to her, the young woman whose beauty could not be ignored nor her powers that even she tried to hide. Men came from everywhere to tempt her, woo her into marrying them but even they gave up after countless attempts leaving them to go home broken hearted and alone. Some even tried to force her into marriage but they soon knew why she was so feared. Her skin was cold to the touch, almost as if Death himself had laid his hands upon them. They soon grew ill and died shortly after.Her eyes, more brighter then the bluest ocean, showed little to no emotion and her full lips the color of cherries, never smiled. Then it was decided she must leave and not return. She left with no hesitation and with nothing but the cloak she wore. They watched her leave, and as she disappeared out of sight, both the sect and villagers let out a sigh of relief but she would have her sweet revenge. No sooner had she left, Death came calling, for you see the only reason sickness and disease never were prevalent in the small town was because She kept them at bay and Death now could lay waste to them all. They called to her as they all laid dying, skin ashen and eyes sunken. Yet she never returned and so the small town now is nothing more but a memory and for the woman, she now helps Death with his numerous duties.So here she stands amidst a blood soaked field, men all around her.Their spirits hovering over their bodies, peering down, softly weeping.As she approaches, they look at this woman with the sad eyes and olive skin, such is her beauty, they are taken back at this creature that stands before them, barefooted wearing a long cloak. Her face is half shielded with shadows and her long red hair is concealed under a hood. Smiling but a little smile, she motions for them to follow. They hesitate looking down at their mortal bodies and she feels their uncertainty. She points to the hilltop where there stands a man in cloaks of black. He looks almost regal as he looks down at them."Is that Death?" One solider asks.She only nods and begins to lead them onward up the hill toward Death himself. Upon arriving, Death or Repper to those who call him friend, smiles and with a simple bow beckons them to follow him into a silver mist that was slowly enveloping them. It clung to their ankles and crept along the grass before hovering only inches from their faces."Let's go home" He speaks a few words and with no more then a breeze, they dissipate leaving nothing but a single trail of mist behind.

*****

In Repper she found a true friend and after she allowed him to ravage her place of birth, she has become to show the slightest amount of emotion, even smiling when he goes off on one of his long winded tales. Although not a reaper, she has permission giving to only a few to venture into the realm of Death and it's corridors. Here is where she calls home and here is where she'll stay for eternally.

Misericordia is a variation of Pain and Misery. Where ever she wanders, misery is sure to follow. Her body is draped in black robes and her face is always hidden behind darkness. However, those who have seen are taken aback at her beauty. Her olive skin seems to glow when met with moonlight as her liquid blue eyes holds back tears before they fall. Often seen at battle fields, she guides the fallen to their final resting place and is rumored to be Repper's assistant. She is however not a reaper but a medium between the realms and with her the veil is lifted. Her only companion is Nuit who seem to have adopted her and now follows her where ever she roams. She has since grown accustom to his presence and even looks forward to the moments where he curls up in her lap. He is not without his own powers and when he believes his dear friend is in trouble shows his true form.