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Ｃ Ｏ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ Ｐ ＴWhat emotion best describes your character?Nubia is not one who can be described by simply one emotion, despite how little she shows them. However, if one had to choose, the answer would undoubtedly be either cold, distant, or estranged. Because of the path life has lead her down upon, she has never been one to connect with people, or show them warmth and kindness. She holds back her feelings around others, and internalizes them, holding them in until the rare moments where she can no longer take them all, and they force themselves out, usually in only the presences of herself and her dearest two headed snake. Wadjet and Naja are truly the only two she has ever shown some semblance of warmth toward, and she would do anything to keep them from harm; they are her closest friends, and mean the world to her. To others though, it is only coldness from her that they will receive, something devoid of all heart. As someone who is first and foremost an assassin, coldness is something she has to show toward others, as is distance; if she got attached, or developed feelings or affection, platonic or something more for her target, or anyone really, she would not be able to properly do her job. She would let her target live, or let her actions be dictated by the fear of something happening to someone she cared for. Her focus would be on making sure they were not in harms way, on keeping them safe, and their relation to her a secret so they would not be put in danger, and because of all that, she could so easily take a misstep and cause everything to crumble around her, and fail her mission, which she cannot afford. Nubia has to be estranged from others, distant, cold, closed off, or else she, and anyone else she cared for, would have a bright target painted on their backs, and they would find themselves the target of someone else.
What emotion does your character evoke in others?More often than not, she leaves those she speaks with feeling unsettled, or wary, and sometimes, even confused or intrigued. She is hardly around someone enough for them to get any good sense of her, and if she is, they aren't usually quite able to figure out what exactly she's left them feeling. Her enemies are usually long dead before they can form opinions, and those who give her her missions, assignments, or quests, have either known her long enough, or are also too hardened and cold like she, to form any distinct emotions when it comes to her. When it comes to her music, while she is under the guise of a bard, it is the tune she plays that others pay attention to, not herself, and as for the music itself that she plays, the songs that are an extension of her, of the heart no one gets to see, each person will feel something different; songs are not things that evoke a universal emotion; each person takes something different, even if it only slightly differs from another. There are times though, that she will leave someone angry, usually when her coldness comes off as rudeness in the bleary eyes of those in taverns, but they aren't events that happen that often, and often, in those moments, she is rather perturbed too.
What does your character need most?Above all else, Nubia really needs someone whom she can trust, someone she can let down her guard around and be vulnerable with, someone to call a
friend. She has that already with her snakes, Wadjet and Naja, but they can only speak a few words of her tongue, and while they are everything to her, and help a great deal, she could use another friend, one she can converse with, and depend on to watch her back. Having her guard up every second of her waking hours, and holding in all of what she feels exhausts her, and if it isn't already- she often needs tonics to help her fall asleep when she cannot let her guard down enough to fall into slumber, and she regularly needs a tonic to keep her awake and alert-, that will most certainly end up being detrimental to her health, and the only way to stop it, is to have a friend, someone she can relax around, someone she can talk to, and sleep near, without fear they will stab her in the back. She knows that not having a friend, a confidant is draining her down to the bone, but she won't allow herself to have anyone other than her snakes, and deep down, because she's never had a friendly or familiar relationship with anyone, she doesn't even quite understand how much she needs one. She needs someone to converse with, someone to trust, far more than she knows, and until she lets her impenetrable walls down, and allows someone in, it's not going to be something she realizes she needs, and if she doesn't find that someone, she's going to end up destroying herself.
What is your character’s goal in life?To survive. Why? Because she's known nothing else. Ever since she could remember, she's been alone, all on her own, and struggling to survive and fight against the cruelness of the world she lives in. She learned early on that others cannot be trusted, that she can only depend on herself and herself alone, and that she cannot show signs of weakness if she hopes to survive. Nubia learned to steal, to fight, to defend herself, and that became all she ever knew, and is still, largely the only thing she's ever known. She just wants to survive, and keep going, and not let the world crush her.
How does your character believe this goal can be accomplished?By well, surviving. By trusting only herself, and not letting others take advantage of her. By learning to defend herself, and making sure she never falls behind or gets rusty in her skill and knowledge of fighting. She feels she can never let her guard down, so she doesn't, unless she's alone with Wadjet and Naja, and even then she's still wary and careful. She feels that to survive she has to keep moving, to find new places to stay so anyone who calls themself her enemy cannot easily sneak up on her and take her life. By being incredibly careful in anything she does, and taking care not to anger anyone if it can be avoided, and by only placing what little trust she can in the few who she can deem trustworthy.
also by amassing hoards of gold so she never runs out of ways to get some food1,095 wordsＢ Ａ Ｃ Ｋ Ｇ Ｒ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ ＤWhere did your character come from?Nubia comes from a town far off in the desert known as Beggar's End. It's a place for those who cannot afford a more luxurious life, and is more or less filled with beggars, and various criminals and thieves. It's where she spent the first few years of her life, until she managed to convince a traveling merchant to give her passage to the nearest town where he was headed next, which was much too far for a small kit to walk. She can still picture every inch of it quite clearly, and hopes that she will never have to return there and see it again. It is a place filled with those who think only of themselves, and those who would do anything to survive and get ahead, and it is too dangerous for her to return to now that she has acquired a great wealth, and is far from the miserable state of scrounging beggar she once was.
She knows nought how she got there though; if she was born there, or brought there by someone, or something else. She doesn't know if she was abandoned, or if her parents didn't want to, but had to leave her there so she would be safe, or if something happened to them, hence why they were never there. It could just as likely be that they had someone else take her there, a friend, someone they had take her, or someone tasked with disposing of a child they didn't not want. Maybe she fell off some carriage as someone with her was passing through, or she was stolen as a child and ended up there? She could be a lost or forgotten princess for all she knew, the heir to some kingdom high in the deserts sands or far across the great vast sea. The only memory she has of her parents is incredibly blurry, and gives no clues. All she can see of the memory's image is the dark turquoise of her mother, and the golden red of her father.
When did your character grow up?She had no choice but to grow up from the moment she could stand, she's always been alone, with no one to care for her or protect her from harm. She had no choice but to do that all herself, and because she is still completely alone apart from her snakes, she still has no choice but to do that. Not growing up has never been something she's had the privileged of getting to choose. She's had no childhood, no time where she wasn't fending for herself and surviving all on her own, and it shows in nearly everything she does.
What values does your character hold?➳ don't get attached
➳ do not kill innocents unless there's no other choice
➳ trust no one, no one can be trusted
Each one is like a mantra that she repeats within her mind. She cannot trust people, she will not kill those who have done nothing wrong or without reason, and she
will not let herself get attached. Getting attached to anyone is something she cannot afford, with Wadjet and Naja being the only exception. She knows she can trust her snakes with her life; their bond is one that cannot be broken, one that will last a lifetime. Everyone else is a possible threat, and she can't let herself let down her guard near them. Regardless of the lack of trust and faith she puts in others however, she will never kill someone who has done nothing, or given no reason for her to, and unless the situation is dire and there is no other choice, that is not a value of hers she will ever break. Each value is also one she has to follow as an assassin, and not just a value she's put in place for the purpose of survival. For the safety of herself and others, she cannot let herself develop attachment to another, lest they be or end up as her target, and she has to kill them herself, or someone she deems a friend is killed, or she trusts the wrong person. If she doesn't hold herself to the second point, she will lose a part of herself, and become someone she is not, and does not want to be. She cannot let herself go down that path. If she trusts the wrong person, she could just as easily be the one with a knife in the back, as opposed to the one who's meant for it, and if the wrong person learns of what she does, and the knowledge gets to someone powerful enough, then no place would ever be safe for her again. She would be wanted every where, her face would be painted on every sheet of parchment they could make and find, and at best, she'd find herself rotting away in a dungeon, and at worst, without her head.
How does your character dress?Nubia dresses more fancily than the average minstrel, with her form covered in draped golden pieces of polished jewelry, connected by a sloping, and faintly glittering piece of see-through turquoise fabric. All sorts of golden threads drape themselves along her styled tail, and a pair of golden earrings and a decorated nose ring adorn her face, while intricate bracelets of gold make their home on her most forward set of legs. She could quite comfortably seat herself amongst those of royal or godly blood and blend in seamlessly with the garments she wears, but they also suit her minstrel life well, and can certainly help in her task when her target is someone of prestigious blood, or noble decent.
What are your character’s means?When it comes to fighting, or taking out her targets, her means and method are swift and precise, with no trace left behind. She sees no point in letting people suffer when their death can be given quickly, no matter how despicable a person they may be. With her music, she is slow and careful, letting each word and note play their part, and appreciating each one. Nubia is resourceful, and uses all she has carefully, and takes great care not to waste any or use more than she needs. She takes her time with things, learning all she can about someone before approaching and doing her job, and she uses what little she has to it's highest potential. She is wise with her spending, and when she has to socialize for whatever reason, she is observant, and uses what she gains from that, and the subtle cues she picks up on, to sway the conversation in her favor, and achieve her goal in the best way possible that she can foresee.
1,102 wordsＤ Ｅ Ｔ Ａ Ｉ Ｌ ＳWhat are your character’s personal tastes?Nubia doesn't know exactly why, but she has found that she has quite the fondness for scorpions, especially the ones that can be found amidst the desert sands. Nubia particularly admires how dangerously beautiful they are, and how something so small, so tiny, can be so deadly, and how one can strike without always being seen. She especially likes one known as
Androctonus Australis, that is quite the hardy and resilient little thing. They are able to survive even the harshest of sandstorms that have a the ability to scratch and tarnish even the most smoothed and protected outsides of the grandest palaces one can ever imagine, and sometime she found herself wishing that she had the capability to do that as well. Their strength was more than just a little admirable, and she liked their colors too. Other scorpions, such as
Parabuthus varieties,
Emperor Scorpions, and
Leiurus have also struck her fancy.
Another thing she quite enjoys, is the color gold, and really, most things that are made of gold. There's not really any reason for it, other than possibly because she grew up with nothing- and now that she has something, she
subconsciously doesn't want to let it go- and remembers her father having the color, but she loves it nonetheless. Her forked flute is made of gold, as are the garments she wears, and even the bottles containing her tonics and poisons are gilded with at least a fleck of gold, and while it is not at all the reason, or even one of the many reasons she took in and cared for her reptile friend, her two-headed snake, Wadjet and Naja, also happens to be colored gold. Perhaps she finds it a noticeable color, one of brightness and cheer, sunlight and hope, and after living such a dismal early life, it's something that draws her to it, and makes her feel safe, or possibly even reassured. That, or it's considered one of the finer things one can get in their lifetime, and as much as she hates the others in that position, the thought of that draws her to it as well, and is some physical sign that she's made it past such a horrible time where she did nothing but fend for herself out of the streets.
Basically she's just Harry Potter who, as soon as he learned he had a fortune, decided to try and buy himself a solid gold cauldron like the genius he is.In general, though, Nubia has a strong preference for keeping her things organized and perfectly neat, though at times, in the eyes of others, her organization habits appear to be an utter mess that only she and her snakes are able to magically navigate. She keeps her daggers with her flutes, her parchments and maps with her herbs, and her tonics with her poisons, and her snakes in the same side bag as her cloak when she travels and they'd prefer to be inside, so the two may cozy and warm at all times, even in the desert nights when even she, a being that made her own heat and was covered in thin fur and well adapted to the desert's harsh climates, felt a chill. It gave them something to burrow through as well, something they could make a temporary home in, and feel safe. Each thing has it's place for her, and she knows exactly where each thing is meant to be and where it's going to go. That being said, she also likes her appearance to remain presentable at all times as well, and likes to keep herself well groomed and quite clean. All of that is possibly because she can do that now, and wasn't before, but it's likely that will ever be known for sure. She has her own tastes, and way of doing things, some peculiar, but regardless of why or how she developed them, she doesn't want them to change, and it's unlikely they ever will; it's just who she is.
She also just likes soft and silky things, and the feeling of her snakes constricting and loosening along her limbs, along with the smoothness of their scales; they all relax her, and help her to calm down at least slightly when she needs to let herself loosen and let down her guard before it drains her last drop of wakefulness, and she falls unconscious in the middle of the street.
To her, the smell of fresh spices, and fancy perfumes are also quite pleasant, as is the familiar rhythm and buzz that can be found within taverns, and the comfort of them all feeling the same wherever she may go, no matter how different each one looks from the last and all that came before it in her travels. It's reassuring to have something like that to depend on, something she knows will never change.
What are your character’s opinions?Nubia is not fond of Erast's most common religion, and she is incredible bitter toward their pantheon of gods. If there were gods, and if they were so wonderful and just, then why, as a child, had she so often felt starved, scared, alone, and why were others in even worse places than she? If there were gods, and if they were so magnificent, they wouldn't let anyone experience such terrible things, or allow their people to starve in the streets, and fight amongst themselves in ridiculous petty squabbles, and tear each other apart, or let brother fight brother, or sister fight brother's son. The world was a cruel and horrible place once the cover of what was good and glorious was stripped away, and it was cruelest to the weak. If the gods they prayed to were real, and if they were deserving of any worship, then children wouldn't be nearly dying, alone, in the comfort of no one's hands. The world was a place filled with sin, and no person was left innocent in the end, but if the gods were there, doing nothing but longing and watching the horrors that took place, then no one's hands were bloodier than theirs, and no one had a blacker heart than they, and she could
never bend the knee or praise them, and honor them with the everlasting title of honor, respect, and reverence, of gods. They didn't deserve it, and they never would.
Regarding the King of Erast, her opinions are unfortunately much the same. Some say he made a deal with the gods to gain is power, while other claimed it was the devil. There was a good king before him, a wonderful king who rules with kindness in both his heart and his hands, and he was loved by all. She wanted to leave Beggar's End to go to the capital, to find him in hopes he would hear of her plight, and listen to her during the hours he spent listening to his subject's hurts and needs, and help her, but as soon as she managed to escape her first home with the merchant she convinced to give her passage elsewhere, she learned that he was dead, that he had been stabbed in the back by the very man who sat upon the lavish throne now. The good queen remained, morning the loss of her dear husband, a man she loved more than anything, but compared to the tyrant whom shared her crown, she had no power. He had a talent of snuffing out all lights, and her brilliant light of hope had been snuffed out long ago. Her lip would always curl in disgust and hatred whenever he crossed her mind, but unless she was asked to kill him, there was nothing she could do. She had vowed not to take the lives of those she wasn't tasked with taking, they were not hers to take, and it was a vow she did not intend on breaking.
Unfortunately, once again, her opinions regarding the rich of Erast were not much different. They were noting more than opulent cowards who lounged in their sumptuous homes, with their every beck and call answered quickly by a dutiful servant, and no whim of theirs was left unserved. They were despicable, and except for the rare few touched by the gift of kindness, a gift incredibly hard to find amongst their ranks, they never deigned to help those they saw below them. Anyone who was not a noble lord or grand guard or knight, or one of power and great taste, was seen as filth, and nothing to be associated with. The rich would stab their friend in the back just as often and as eagerly as someone with nothing would do the same, and they would sooner turn their back on everyone they knew than help someone in need who offered nothing in return, or could not broker some trade that benefitted them more in the end. She hated them with a passion as well, and when the name of one who helped no other found itself on her list, she had no qualms in fulfilling the order, and leaving the world to wonder and the others to gossip about why some rich man or woman was found dead.
What is your character’s comfort zone?It is hard to define where her comfort zone is, and what lies within it, and what without, as being an assassin, all of that must be put aside, and with how closed off she is, there's no external or outside indication, and very little internal indication with how rarely she allows herself to properly acknowledge what she feels. Some of the few things that put her at ease are being along with Wadjet and Naja, and letting herself relax in their presence, or losing herself in the music she played. The moments where she paraded as a bard and played her songs were practically the only moments where her guard was completely gone, and where she could relax and lose herself within something, and find herself wholeheartedly enjoying it. Music had always been something she loved, and to create it is immensely healing for her, and makes her feel safe. Everyone likes songs, and if they didn't, it was her opinion that they just hadn't found the right one yet, and while she was open, and on display, giving the tavern beautiful sounds, no one would be foolish enough to target her, or maim her in any way. Outside her comfort zone however, is talking with others outside of her quests, and making friends; she just doesn't know how. Her mind is too ingrained with survival, and when she's not working, she refuses to manipulate and lie to someone when she strongly believes a friendship should be built on trust, and not false guises because she was cowardly and scared. Friendships and conversations are also just too emotional for her, and to her, regarding only herself, showing emotion is a weakness, and showing anyone weakness is most certainly far outside of her comfort.
Who has had the biggest impact on your character’s life?Others never stay in her life long enough to have an impact, but there are at least a few people who have stood out, and shown her a kindness she will never forget. The first was a kind minstrel whom she met as a small kit. She was still in Beggar's End at the time, but something had been different that day, there was music coming from somewhere, and there were more smiles than she could ever remember there being. She followed the sound curiously, and came upon a kalon playing a forked flute. He had an eccentric appearance, one she had not seem before, and his clothes were unfamiliar and strange, yet she was intrigued by him, and his songs. She had been scrounging for something to eat before she noticed his melody, and that must have showed, because he beckoned her over, and offered her a fruit that appeared to be quite foreign. He noticed she showed some interest in his music, and so he showed her how to play his instrument, and taught her a song. He only stayed for that day, but his kindness had touched the wary kit who had never felt such a thing before, and as soon as she was able, she bought a forked flute of her own, and secretly, she hopes that some day she'll see him again. She doubts that will ever happen though, he spoke with a thick accent, and seemed wistful for the lands of his home, a home that likely lay across the sea, and a boat was something she would never get on if she could help it. She preferred her paws to stay on land, not on air, or on sea.
The next was a kind old woman whom she stayed with for a few short days who taught her to read in her early teenage years, and offered her warm meals as she recovered from an injury she had sustained after running from some guards. She hadn't let the woman help heal her or patch her up, she didn't trust anyone with that, even now, but she had trusted her enough to sleep in her presence, and accept what she offered her to eat.
Lastly, there was the dashing and debonaire kalon who taught her how to properly fight, and introduced her to the guild of rogues, and showed her the paths. He found her after she had been thrown out of somewhere for starting a fight, just before she had reached adulthood, and she supposed he saw some potential in her, because he helped her learn, and taught her most of what she knows now. He also told her of a hidden league of assassins, those who take out horrible kalons to right some wrongs, and help those who had been hurt by the target who could not fight back themselves. Sometimes they would do it for coin, and other times they do it for nothing, when those who ask for the target to be placed have nothing to give, though the assassins within it are always rewarded handsomely, should they accept the payment. Before she knew what she was doing, she had joined them, and she has been apart of it ever since. The man to introduce her to it all, is also the one to give her her daggers. She still sees him on occasion, when they cross paths, but the familiar relationship they once had, has since fizzled to tension, and strained wishes, and curt, knowing nods. It was hard to keep up a friendship where, whenever she saw him, it was always under the grim pretense of death, or the betrayal of a member, where all who remained were called back to their most central base.
What are some of your character’s unexpected quirks?Nubia positively
hates getting dirty, or getting sand mixed in with her fur or stuck in between her paws, which is rather odd for someone who grew up within a sandy wasteland without the luxury of a place to regularly rid herself of the layer of sand she was so often covered in. She used to be used to it, and sometimes didn't even notice or care, but now that she has the option to avoid it, and frequent access to places where she can get clean, the unpleasant feeling is not one she wishes to feel ever again. This can make her seem rather stuck up at times, or rather
royal, but she can't bring herself to care, she hates being covered in sand or grime more than she dislikes being compared to a certain tyrant.
She is also not fond of
plums, a primary fruit and food in the lands of Erast, and instead prefers the taste of the
horned melon, or
kiwano, which most of those in Erast deem quite distasteful.
While it's no quirk to her, or anyone who may know her, it is most certainly unexpected that someone who lived on the streets, could now seamlessly blend with those of high birth, and is able to fluently read, with quite the vocabulary. What she didn't learn from the books she read, after a kind old woman once taught her the basics of reading, she picked up from her times sitting amongst the nobles, hearing their unseemly gossip and listening to their petty woes as she waited until she had enough information to strike once her target was alone.
2,730 words20 Deep Questions for Character CreationWhat clothing/armor do they wear? Does this garment do anything special? What material is it? Does it protect them, increase agility, or is it effective in certain kinds of weather?As the world sees her as nothing but a traveling bard who will sing in their taverns, wearing any sort of armor would paint her as rather suspicious, so she wears jeweled garments instead, and a worn cloak that she covers herself with in the rare event of rain, and the unfortunately common occurrence of sand storms. The garments she wears are made of pure gold and expensive see-through fabrics of turquoise color with a faintly glittering hue, and she has no idea what specific type of cloth her cloak is made out of. If she once knew it, it was too worn to tell now, and the knowledge of it's material was long gone.
What items do they always have in their bag? Where do they get them? What do they do?No matter what, Nubia will always carry with her her cloak, her two daggers, her forked flute, and Wadjet and Naja. The daggers were given to her by someone she once hoped to call a friend, and the lute is something she bought herself. As for her two-headed snake, she purchased them from a nasty man who had every intention to get rid of them, and if she hadn't overheard that and saved them by giving the man a considerable amount of coin, she didn't dare think of where they would be, or where they would have ended up. Nubia also often has an assortment of tonics, usually ones to heal, keep her awake, or help her sleep. She gathers the ingredients on her own, or purchases the ones she cannot find herself, but she brings them to someone of the same league as she to brew them. She also carries with her a vial of snake poison and venom from the same person who brews her tonics. The poison is from a rare and magical snake native to Erast alone, and when mixed with it's counterpart's venom, the result will fizzle and bubble, and is highly dangerous. It provides a quick and painless death, and is what she uses when daggers are not the best method of eliminating a foe. Some may say that poison is a woman's weapon, where a man's is a sword, but truly, poison is a weapon of cunning, and an excellent mark of an assassin.
Do they have any sort of class/job/specialty? How does this come in handy in their quest? What training or experience caused them to take this path?Nubia is a rogue, one who's gone down the path of a bard, and as a secret assassin, it has become quite the useful, and life saving choice. She grew up in the streets, fending for herself, stealing what she could from the shadows, and begging and asking for things when there was nothing to take, a little urchin of the sands; it's only natural that she take the path of a rogue, and train herself to be careful and quick, and to take out her targets before they even had the slightest of inklings that she was there. She is one of shadows, one of guises and tricks, and she would have it no other way. She is not strong like a warrior, or skilled with magic like a mage; her heart lies with the stealth and tact of a rogue, the wits, the persuasions, the secrecy and silver-tongued words, the swiftness, the calculating care, and the quickness in which they use to defeat their opponents, and the clever ways in which they can outsmart them. Survival is not always of the fittest; sometimes it is of the quickest, or the one skilled with brains over brawn, and that is the side she likes best. There are other ways of achieving one's goals and desires than brute strength, and she much prefers the more graceful alternative that does not involve the possibility of accidentally setting herself, or someone else on fire.
What motivates them towards adventure/battle/treasure hunting? Who is their greatest enemies, or their greatest allies? What is their end goal?Part of what motivates her, is bringing justice to those who were in the same or similar situations as her, and were refused help by the monsters in a kalon's skin she was sent to kill. Another part is survival- her end goal-; taking out those who are dangerous or cruel before they can harm her, but the main part is the pattern it gives her, the schedule, the movements to rely on. It keeps her occupied; when she's not masquerading as a bard and playing her songs, she is on a mission to take out someone with nothing but rotted blackness in their hearts, and when she is not doing that, she is training, practicing her skill. She needs something to do, something she knows so well, a role she can effortlessly slip into, so she is not constantly trapped in her mind and focused on the need to survive. It gives her meaning, it gives her purpose, and helps others go down paths better than the ones she chose. They let her focus on something other than keeping up her guard, and waiting for someone to stab her in the back, and it helps. She's not some paranoid fool hellbent on survival when she has her music, or a task, or moments alone to dance with her daggers, and until she finds a friend whom she can trust, besides Wadjet and Naja, it's really the best thing for her.
How do they take a break from their chaotic lifestyle? What at their hobbies? Why do they have a habit of relaxing this way? What do they find relaxing about it?She's never really able to break from it, as she's always guarding her back, but there are moments where she's alone with her precious snakes where that all lessons, and she can finally at the very least, begin to relax. Apart from that, there is also her music. When she begins to play, the world fades around her, and she feels safe, like all is right. There's nothing but herself and her flute in those moments, and friendly souls that are listening to her play as they drink themselves into a stupor. If she was asked by someone she trusted enough to give an answer to, she couldn't say what exactly about it eases her so instantly, apart from the comforting memories it brings of the minstrel she once knew. It reminds her of a better time, where while she was still largely starving and alone, she had yet to learn how dark the world really was, and cold still put on a smile in front of others, and wasn't afraid of showing wha she felt. It's a comfort to her, like the sound of a mother's voice may be to others, and it just simply soothes her no matter the worries she's facing, even if she still cannot fully let her many guarding walls down.
Do they think having a group helps or hinders them? How do they interact with NPCS or other party members?Nubia would not be Nubia if she thought having a group, or simply any companion that wasn't a literal snake, did anything but hinder her. She cannot afford attachment with her line of work, and the value she holds closest to her heart, the value that was at her very core, is to not get attached, and attachment is the exact thing a group promotes. One cannot work well with others if they do not get along, and hold enough trust in the others so that they can work as one.
There aren't really any NPCS in her world, as all characters are each as real and filled with free will and the ability to chose as she is, their points of view merely aren't featured in the story, but she interacts with them as she does with everyone else, with distance, and coldness. She isn't unkind to any of them, or at least doesn't mean to be if she comes across that way, but she would much rather be alone, on her own quest, with no help from another, and no company but that of her snakes.
What approach do they take on their journey? Do they plunder, destroy, or put themself first? Take a middle path? Are they merciful? What is their life philosophy?For the most part, Nubia puts herself first. Her utmost goal is survival, to survive, to keep surviving, and she does not believe that is something she can accomplish if she is constantly putting others before her in acts of selflessness. However, that does not mean she has no care for others. She may have an inability to connect with them, or form any deep emotional care, but it is not uncommon for her to feel sympathy, or empathy for another's situation, and it is certainly not uncommon for her to help those who truly need it. Her job is eliminating the smaller, cruel tyrants of the land, a life path she would not take if she did not want any one else to go through the same pain she herself went through during the trials and tribulations of her youngest years, when she was truly, and utterly alone. She does everything she can to avoid causing pain to someone, even when her hatred for a figure with a target painted upon their back and shoulders overflowed the space around her, and she will no longer steal or harm things that are not her own. She doesn't take what she doesn't need, and she does not take more than she needs; her early years have given her a respect for things and preserving resources, and if she doesn't need truly them, she does not want to take something from someone who may need it more. Besides, now she has more than enough gold to forever eliminate her former need to steal to keep on living.
How do they deal with conflict? Do they face it head on or run away? Why?It's a mixture, a bit of both, really. For dangers, violence, or fight, she will face the conflict head on without any hesitancy; she has faith in herself and her own skills and abilities, and knows that if she does not prevail, she can still find a way to get out of it and survive. She's escaped from enough people, and gone unseen enough times, and gotten away with enough murders, to know that she could escape death in a fight. It's the risk outside of combat or danger that scares her, the moments where she might let her guard down for only a second, a second just long enough for an enemy to strike. When it comes to familiar conflicts, or emotional matters, however, she tries to escape it. She is not good with feelings, she never has been, and she has absolutely no idea how to navigate such things when she's not playing a part, or wearing a mask to get close to someone with a target painted on their back. She knows even less when it comes to family, and sorting through that. It's all rather scary to her, almost terrifying, and the thought of having to let someone in is one she dreads ever coming to pass. Feelings aren't like sword dances or danger, they're raw, untamed, hidden beneath surfaces, unruly and uncontrollable, and when it came to them, all she knew was running or forcing them back down.
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