Nanaue Naue
The Necromancer
Dead men will tell tales, if you let them.
About
| Name | Nanaue Naue (/Na NA Weh/) |
| Age | 37 |
| Gender | Female |
| Race | Plainsfolk Lalafell |
| Sexuality/Status | Straight / Single |
| Occupation | "Mortuary Science" |
| Class | Thaumtaurge |
A calm gaze, and a neutral opinion on most things, Nanaue is a Lady incarnate. She speaks formally and to the point, indulging in little except her studies and her care of the Prince. Not one to back down from a challenge, she enjoys a bout of sparring every now and then; She will not go easy on anyone, the focus of her art being her pride and joy. Corrupted and alone for many cycles now, Naue lives a life of self isolation.Mortuary sciences is what Nanaue calls her experimentation of the dead, and is unlikely to say as much unless she feels nobody is listening over closely to what she's saying.
Background
Long having fled Ul'dah for reasons unknown, Nanaue's family settled in Kugane in order to pursue darker studies without the danger of the law, or judgement. The art of thaumaturgyy has been passed down through generations, twisting into a bastardization of the art as each and every practitioner twisted it to serve their own purposes.
Hailing from a big family, Nanaue has twin elder siblings and one younger, all but the youngest who left the nest to find their passion; Whether it be relic hunting, monster taming, or otherwise, each sibling uses thaumaturgy in one way or another.
Her parents, Eliliya Liya and Tatamo Fufuno are retired with their wealth in Shirogane, having both been prolific adventurers in their time.
Quirks
High EMF - Prolonged close exposure will result in paranoia, headaches, fatigue, dizziness and insomnia. This lasts until you either get used to her presence or you walk away.
Static Charged - Touching her gives you a 50/50 chance of being given a slight shock.
Interference - Magitek in her hands will be drained of any 'battery' it uses, or will be have an electrical surge to render it useless. Linkpearls will sound static-y.
Collared - A leather, magenta gemmed collar rests around her neck; Its use? A secret.
Rumors
Common
"Oh, her? Yes, she's a very apt pupil. Asks very interesting, thought provoking questions. And she provides excellent wine."
"...I-I've seen her, coming in and out of the burial chambers....smelling of ozone..."
"That freak? That octopus o'hers, seen her feedin' it blood righ' in t'middle o'the Quicksands."
Uncommon
"That family...heard they fled Ul'dah after being caught with something they shouldn't...."
"---Aye, filthy rich, s'why she gets ta do wha'ever she wants in dem cem'teries.."
"...I'm telling you! That lil bugger ate the beastkin's corpse....it were still twitching, it were!"
Rare
"...that collar has nothin' to do with her magick..."
"That Prince....me grandad said his grandad saw it hanging 'round that manor when he were young, but surely it can't be the same one.."
"...ya hear 'bout her arms?" Like lightnin', the scars. Wha' she gets fer tryin' ta cast without her staff..."
Unlikely
"...she calllllssssss us....it hurtssss..."
"...the light....make it...stop..."
"̷̧̯̘̄̅̊̃̈́͘͝.̵̧̩̠̥̱̰̯͓̐̆̈̿.̵̨̝̪͙̭͈̮̟͍̮̹̻̬͖̍͠.̶͉̤̤̰͚̰̟̳̓̆̄̄͜͝m̴̡̯̺̣̺͚̘̺̻̮̺̫͔͖̂͊̉̇͋͗͝u̵̢͔̓̾̏͘͜s̷͓̱͔̱̩̩̠̹̰̰͋̓̒̉͆͛͒͋͒͛̾̈̓̂t̴̪̰͇̂̌̇̾͌̃̈́̈́̓̑ ̷͙̤͕̙̓̇̀f̶̳̈́e̸̢͔͓͖̓̐̍͑͌̈́͝͝ē̵̺͕͉̥̤̩̠̝̱͑͋̿̌͛͝͝d̸̢̬͇̝̼̤̤̮͔̈́̾͋̏,̵̨͔̘̥̜̹̳̙̈́̓̉̎͆̿͝ ̸͈͙͚̣̬̌̾̊̆͊̓̀̓̋̏̆̚͝s̸̙̤͈͓͇̘͎̹͈̹̻̊͜o̵̜̺͐̀̑̾̚ ̴̡̝̜̝̙̬͋̒̔̂̋̉͂̓̈́̔̚͝v̸̮̭͔̜̋e̸̥͖̟̬̲̞͛̎̎̿̃̿̿̏͒̋̉͒͊͘ṛ̵̇͒͌̊y̷͇̭̼̲͎̤̌̇͆̏̐͋ ̵̲̯̞̬͖̮̱̺͜h̷̡̘͎̥̲̳̦͕̮̏͝ͅu̶͚̭̒̂͘n̴̨̜̟͚̠͖̦̈́̂͋͝g̷̢̨̛͍͚̺̱̱͔̣̞͖̺̟̱̃̅̂̿̇̄̐͊̿̒͐͝r̷̼͍͆̈̃͘͘͠͠y̷̢͊̌̈́͛͠.̷̧̢̲̣̟̦̥̦̻̘͉͖͎̙͌̊̂͑̊͌̾́.̶̠̤̣̲͋̓̌͑̀̅̊̌̚͝.̶̞̘̺͎͈̠͍̓̂̔͜͠"̶̢̮̦̰̤͖̜̰̳̺͂̊͌͂͒̍͋̊
Prince Esquire Gott
Passed down through the generations, the Prince is a bit of a mystery. Only the eldest know where he hails from, or why exactly he is a prince. Regardless, he is seen with as much respect as the Head of the family, and thus is being escorted around by Nanaue. His diet consists of blood, raw meat, and whatever beastkin fail to yield results in experimentation.
Attacks -
Flail - 2 d8 of Blunt Damage
Chomp - 1d10 of Stab Damage
Stare of Judgement - Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare
