Nemyja Ardelean (Meister)

[Nemyja Ardelean]

Ardelean; Nemyja; Meister

Name: Nemyja Ardelean

Nickname: Nemy

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Meister

Position: Student

Class: One Star

Partner: No one... yet

A Strong Body

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Appearance: Nemyja is a very pretty girl. She has a decent amount of muscle and body fat, which fortunately fills out around her waist and breasts giving her a curvy look. She’s around average height for her age, and a healthy weight (though to be fair on the higher end of said healthy weight).

As for posture, Nemyja carries herself in a lighthearted manner. She generally has her arms up and bent at the elbows, using body language more than the average person would. Nemyja’s stride is rather bouncy and upbeat. Her face is full of expression, though she knows how to hide it if need be.

Her eyes are huge and take up most of her round face, giving Nemyja an innocent appearance. Her nose and mouth are small, emphasizing her eyes even more. Her skin is fine, slightly tanned, and generally free of blemishes. Nemyja’s eyes are a dark - near red - pink. Her hair is black. On one side of her head the bangs are cut into a fringe, and on the other they’re parted to the side in a swirl.

Nemyja wears a variety of clothes, but tends to stick to the colours red and black. She usually wears tight clothes that show off her figure decently well. Nemyja’s absolute favourite outfit is a simple black, woolen sweater with a red skirt, black boots, and a golden choker necklace. She normally wears thin black tights with this outfit. The woolen sweater is quite normal, save for the fact that her shoulders show due to the sleeves not being entirely connected to the rest of it. The boots reach to her thighs, buttons exclusively for aesthetic are pinned half way down the boot, a red stripe near the top. The skirt she wears is rather short, reaching to her upper thigh.

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 146lbs

Fighting Style: Nemyja’s fighting style could be considered rather sloppy. She doesn’t know what to do in a fight. Though Nemyja understands the basic premise of “hit ‘em until they go down”, that’s about it. She’ll generally aim her attacks at one’s torso, as that’s the easiest part of the body to hit. Of course, if there’s something easier to hit she’ll go for that. Nemyja doesn’t really have any morals when it comes to fighting, so she’s alright with knocking someone off their balance if that gives her the upper hand.

Sometimes, Nemyja might be a bit hesitant with her attacks, thinking she’s messing up somehow. She’ll rarely - if ever - be hesitant when it comes to avoiding attacks.

Personality: Nemyja is a bubbly, upbeat, optimistic girl. Outwardly, anyway. She smiles a lot, tries to get others into a cheery mood, and attempts to always look on the bright side of things. Nemyja likes being considered nice, and therefore will try to never act rude, even if someone is rude to her. She likes to see everyone else happy. Not only that, but Nemyja figures that that’s the best way to get people to like her.

She really is fearful about people not liking her. Nemyja’s extroverted by nature, and enjoys social interaction, but always fears that any given person she’s talking to hates her or will hate her. Her inner most thoughts are kept to herself, including these worries. Nemyja never feels very close to anyone, so she’s never felt a need to share these thoughts anyway.

Nemyja isn’t the best actress in the world. Even if she tries to act cheerful all the time, she often goes over the top. Because of this, sometimes her cheeriness might seem awfully phony to anyone with a lick of sense. She’ll try to avoid someone who’s onto her whole charade. This means most of the people she’ll consistently spend time with aren’t very smart.

Unlike the people Nemyja normally spends time with, she’s not dumb. Nemyja is about average in intelligence. She has an easy enough time deducing things herself, though she might not let on to how much she actually knows. She doesn’t want other people to criticize her if she gets something wrong. To an extent, Nemyja is also very self-aware. She’s fully aware that often times she goes over the top with how she acts, though has a hard time adjusting accordingly. However, this only extends to Nemyja herself. She isn’t very good at reading other people.

A distinct lack of confidence is a very clear trait of Nemyja’s (to people she can actually have a full conversation with, anyway). Nemyja prefers to listen to others instead of talking about herself or things on her mind, and is also very open to their suggestions.

Nemyja believes herself to have a good sense of humour. She doesn’t, unless you consider bad puns hilarious. Her jokes are usually badly timed as well, meaning she might make a bad situation worse than it already is.

Nemyja can be quite squeamish. Be it insects or gore, Nemyja doesn’t like anything that most people would deem “gross”. She doesn’t really act on this besides feeling uncomfortable and perhaps a bit nauseous in extreme circumstances. Nemyja is also easily scared, acting irrationally whenever she feels so.

Inside the Soul

Abilities:

Soul Purge: Nemyja’s main meister ability is that of Soul Purge. It’s rather straight forward, usually being used through a kick. It’s not very strong as far as Soul Purges go, but because of this she doesn’t have a hard time using it and won’t hesitate to if the situation arises.

Siren Soul: Currently unbeknownst to her, Nemyja possesses the special soul of the Siren Soul. This currently only makes resonating with others easier, as well as produce a slight numbing sensation on the target when Soul Purge is used.

Resonances: N/A

Out of your Mind

Strengths:
High Stamina
Flexible
Good Balance
Quick Reflexes

Weaknesses:
Physically weak
Strategically inept
Psychologically Weak
Low Endurance

Hobbies: Nemyja loves just about every form of storytelling. As the most accessible stories for her are books and movies, she likes these ones the most. Of these stories Nemyja likes fairytales the most.

Nemyja also enjoys a lot of girly things. Like shopping, spending time with friends, dancing, and other general stuff like that. Most of this was suggested to her by her friends, but she liked doing them well enough so she continues to do so.

Likes:
Red
Fairytales
Fashion
Good friends
Talkative people
Viewing art
Makeouts

Dislikes:
Sad endings
Mean people
Being asked to talk about herself
Overly complex dialogue
Gore/blood
Bugs

Aspirations: Nemyja really doesn’t think about things too far in advance, so if asked if she had any aspirations she’d say “no”. The only thing close to one she has would be making lots of friends and being generally liked by her peers.

History: Nemyja was born in Vicovu de Sus in Romania on January thirty-first. Though her last name is that of her mother’s last name, her first name might as well have been complete gibberish. It was a made up name, though sounding a bit like a lot of other Romanian names so someone not versed in the language might as well have figured it to be a real one.

Her mother had thought of the name herself, and there wasn’t exactly anyone around to argue about it with her. The woman had never been married and had been with many men. Her name was Ilinca Ardelean. It wasn’t definite who Nemyja’s father was, as she looked an awful lot like her mother. They wouldn’t know who the actual one was for a long while.

The Ardelean household didn’t live fabulously. They had enough money to live in a decently nice place in the city. Not in a bad area or anything like that, but they didn’t have the amenities that a lot of other people had. That wasn’t to say they couldn’t afford it, though. Ilinca liked to save up money and not actually spend it. Nemyja was too young to really understand the concept of money, so she had no thoughts on the manner.

Neither Nemyja nor her mother were terribly friendly with the locals. They didn’t really talk to any of their neighbors, so Nemyja had no friends when she was very young aside from the babysitters that would occasionally look after her when her mother was working, if you’d consider those people friends.

When first attending school, Nemyja had trouble getting along with people. She was a bit quiet, having not much experience with talking to others. The school Nemyja went to was very small. So small that every other grade was put together with the same teacher. Since kindergarten wasn’t compulsory, she only went to school starting at age seven. This meant a lot of the other children already knew each other very well.

Nemyja was quiet, preferring to read to herself rather than talk to the other people who seemed to rather talk to people who weren’t her. On occasion, she would feel like people spoke about her. Nemyja didn’t really care, though. She much preferred reading to talking to people, and it wasn’t like she was devoid of human contact. Every time the class was asked to work in groups she’d work with the other more quiet kids. That was always nice because they seemed to all be way smarter than she was.

Things carried on like that until Nemyja had turned twelve, and was in the fifth year of schooling. That was when people started seeking out her attention. She had grown into a very pretty girl, and for a time got a lot of attention from the boys her age and older. She treated this attention naively, but was happy with it all the same.

All that had been innocent enough, but then there was the matter of the girls around her age. Nemyja was spending no time at all with any of them, yet might have been the most popular girl in the school among the guys because she never turned anyone down, not to mention her good looks. Once or twice a girl had asked for her company, but most of the time they seemed to avoid her.

That would have been all fine and dandy if it had just been that. But eventually the girls had decided that just ignoring Nemyja didn’t produce the desired result. She didn’t seem to be upset about all that in the slightest. So, they decided to be a bit more obvious and harsh with their bullying. That meant they mocked Nemyja constantly. She pretended to not be terribly bothered by the mockery... but it did get to her. A lot.

Specifically what bothered her most was how the girls seemed to make fun of her name. It wasn’t a real name, they said. That seemed silly to Nemyja. If someone was named something, that made it a real name, right? Well, despite trying to reason this with herself it never quite worked. She had begun to quite dislike that little name of hers.

Nemyja never bothered telling anyone about the bullying. She didn’t trust anyone around her age enough to do so, and didn’t want to be further mocked if she told an adult about it. So she just grit her teeth a bared it all the way through elementary school.

When Nemyja was about to graduate, some news was sprung on her. They were going to move to the United States? She was never told the reason, but she figured it was due to the fact the community where they lived at the moment wasn’t the friendliest. That guess was pretty much correct.

So, just after Nemyja had graduated and was fifteen, the household moved to the United States. Jacksonville in Florida, to be specific. It was an extreme difference for Nemyja in just about every regard. The culture, climate, food...! But it was alright. Their house was a bit nicer, and the neighbors were just as standoffish as they were.

Then there was the problem of language. Nemyja and her mother had both practised English a lot as soon as they had begun to prepare for the move. But... languages weren’t something you learned very quickly. Nemyja was a bit more studious than her mother, so she was more fluent in English than her mother who learned just enough to get by. Still, it wasn’t good enough for Nemyja’s tastes. By the time she began highschool she was still a bit rusty on the language and was terrified she would be mocked because of that.

But that didn’t happen. No one seemed to hate her, at least not immediately. Or, maybe they were just politely keeping quiet about it? That didn’t seem right, because when people approached her they were being nice to her and seemed to want to befriend her.

The whole speech handicap wasn’t a handicap at all. It seemed as though Nemyja’s peers and teachers excused her anti-socialness for her just not being able to communicate. So they seemed to like her. Most importantly, she had seemed to catch the interest of a group of girls who kind of reminded her of the girls who were always bullying her in Romania. If they liked her, maybe this place was just a lot nicer.

Nemyja continued learning the English language until she was more or less fluent in it. At the same time, she acquired a bunch of friends and was generally well liked. She did... okay in her classes. Not spectacularly, but she wasn’t failing. Things continued like that until she turned sixteen.

At that age, girls were allowed to join the cheerleading team. Or... perhaps they were allowed to earlier. Nemyja didn’t know for the life of her, but it was at that time her group of friends had gotten it in their heads that they’d join. Not wanting to be left alone, she did as well.

However, Nemyja never got to actually join the team. During the recruitment demonstration, part of the routine was a high kick. That would have been fine, Nemyja had practised it a few times so it wasn’t like she didn’t know how to do it, but instead of it all going normally something odd happened. Sparks begun to fly! It turned out Nemyja had used the meister skill Soul Purge, though she had no idea what had happened.

Neither had anyone else, at least not anyone who was around to see it. It was only the people judging the entrance demonstration that saw it, so not even Nemyja’s friends did. She was awfully silent the rest of that day, her friends simply brushing it off that she hadn’t done well.

When she returned home and told her mother about the whole thing, expecting her to know what the hell was going on, she appeared to understand to an extent. Nemyja’s mother said that it was likely she was a meister. Because her father was. Apparently the reason for withholding this information was that she hadn’t been sure.

Nemyja wasn’t the type to really care that such information had been kept from her. She had never known her father, so who he was didn’t matter very much. Still, she was a meister? Nemyja had read up a little on those. But, only a little. She didn’t know very much about them at all! Though, she supposed it didn’t really matter. She could just pretend like she wasn’t one.

Her mother had other ideas. There was a school called Shibusen that they lived not too far away from that had students who were meisters and demon weapons train. Her mother thought it a good idea to go and attend, since Nemyja didn’t have much to lose. Nemyja wasn’t terribly keen on the idea. However, she also was very fearful about being treated like an outcast again. If she went to a school full of people with the same power as hers, that would be nice.

After saying her goodbyes to her friends, Nemyja left to attend Shibusen.

Extra Notes: Though not very pronounced, Nemyja does have a slight Romanian accent. It may sound like an accent from another part of Eastern Europe to the unfamiliar. She speaks English fluently but may have trouble understanding some metaphors.

Behind the strings

Alias: Direbolt

Other characters: Stella Riordan, Elias Larenz, Cendrine Calida, Cyrille Lécuyer, and Ivor Moores

RP Sample: ”As I’m sure many of you know already, today will be Nemyja’s last day here. So, make sure to say your goodbyes.”

That line from the teacher earned itself a mixed response from the class. Some people gasped, some people muttered something to whoever sat near them, and other people just simply didn’t seem to care enough to do anything at all.

Not terribly surprising. “As many of you know already,” was a complete lie, since not a single person in the class knew about that yet. Nemyja hadn’t told anyone yet... not that she had gotten a chance to. Honestly Nemyja was more concerned with how much it irked her that the teacher pronounced her name wrong still. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been corrected numerous times or anything.

There was an awful whispering, so perhaps that was more a cause for alarm. Nemyja supposed it didn’t matter too much, seeing as she wouldn’t be here for much longer, but it was still a bit troubling to hear.

The class proceeded like it normally did, Nemyja having a hard time to bother paying attention to the lesson. More than usual, she wasn’t the most studious person on earth. Doodling was funner most of the time. She felt a bit too distracted to do that today, though.

After the class had ended, any thoughts Nemyja might have been thinking about at the moment were interrupted by a loud voice. ”WAH! Nemyja! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

It took Nemyja a moment to comprehend who was talking and what they were talking about. She was pretty tired today. It was the first friend Nemyja had made after coming here, that being the girl who went by the name Lindsay Foster. She was a pretty girl, and wasn’t a mean person (or at least not to Nemyja herself), but was quite the ditz. Basically the stereotypical pretty teenage blonde. Nemyja was pretty sure she was failing all of her classes...

”Oh, I’m sorry. I hadn’t seen you yet.” She said, though she thought her voice sounded cheery enough the reaction she got seemed to suggest otherwise. ”You okay? You sound tired.”

Sigh. Perhaps it was a bit of a mistake to be so cheery all of the time. Oh well, Nemyja didn’t really mind that too much. She had grown so used to it now. ”I might be a little tired, but I’ll cheer up soon!” That voice was even more cheery, almost obnoxiously so. Lindsay didn’t seem to mind that, though. In fact, she was pleased with the change.

”So, where are you going anyway?”

Oh yea, Nemyja had forgotten that the reasoning for her leaving the state was probably going to be asked sooner or later. She hadn’t been here for too long, though, and everyone knew she was not even from this country originally. ”Oh, just another school. It’s in Nevada, I think? But don’t worry, I’ll keep in touch!” Nemyja wasn’t too against the whole idea of going to a new school. Perhaps she had outstayed her welcome in this one. What if they all started to hate her because she could do some weird kick stuff? Yea, it was probably best she just leave.

”Oh. Well, okay. So, anyway, did you hear...”

That was enough of that conversation, apparently. Lindsay went on to talk and talk about unimportant events for quite a long time.

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