Hi Folks,<br/><br/>I'm just putting the finishing touches on my character but here is what I have so far.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Nimeda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nimeda Massak (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=710501)</span></strong><br/><strong>Class</strong>: Inquisitor 1<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Human<br/><strong>Campaign Trait</strong>: Chance Saviour<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:<br/>Nimeda has always been a rather serious person, something that comes from growing up with a company of monster hunters, and her life revolved around her job of fighting monsters.  Part of it came from a desire to avenge the deaths of her biological family and to make sure that such an act never befell another.  Only in those brief moments in between jobs, when the company was recuperating in a town, did she relax her professional attitude and indulge in drink and entertainment.<br/>That was before she found out the real reason why she was kept with the company.  After that, Nimeda has been feeling lost, betrayed and angry.  She has been spending most of her time in drink with only the occasional battle when she felt the need to let out some frustration with a fight.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:<br/>Nimeda is tall, standing at 5'9", with a slender yet toned build.  Her time on the road has given a copper tone to her skin, and her fighting past shows with the scars visible on her face and body and the worn appearance of equipment and clothing.  Her long dirty blond hair extends well below her shoulders and gives the impression that she doesn't quite know what to do with it, often just wearing it in a plain ponytail.  When she is not thinking about it, her mannerisms become more masculine, something leftover from her time with the monster hunting company.<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong>:<br/>Seated comfortably at the table, an empty mug dangling playfully from an extended finger, the woman looks up.<br/><br/>"I guess you're here for me, eh?" she says easily, a playful smile playing at her lips.  "My name?  Nimeda Massak.  Does that sound funny to you?  I'm not surprised.  I'm not from around here.  In fact I'm not sure where I'm originally from.  It's a bit of a long story, would you like to hear it?"<br/><br/>"I suppose that I had a normal childhood, what little that I can remember from it, with good parents and an older sister. You see, I was very young when some sort of monster attack wiped out the village where I was staying.  You don't have to look so horrified for me, I was really too young to remember much about it.  Age has sort of dulled the memories and I'm glad for it.  It was pretty horrible from what I've been told.  No, I was the only survivor, but I'll get to that."<br/><br/>"I was found by the company of Tanarak Brightmace, a Demon hunter of Desna.  Odd combination right?  Anyways, his troop had been pursuing a demon that had been destroying villages in the valley where we lived and they had tracked it to mine.  They were pretty surprised to find small girl amidst the bodies.  They didn't know of any other relatives that I might have had and I certainly couldn't tell them of any, so Tanarak took me in."<br/><br/>"It wasn't easy growing up being the only girl in a company of rough fighting men.  I was too young to really contribute anything to the company but I soon learned their stock and trade.  At times they barely tolerated me and it was only through a combination of whining and secret practice did they actually decide to train me.  Of course they were very good at teaching me about monsters, demons and the like and how to use a spear.  The female stuff, well I wasn't going to learn anything from the men in the company, at least nothing appropriate for a young girl, so I went to speak with this Madame at the brothel in this one town..."<br/><br/>Nimeda pauses in her story to get the attention of a serving woman, asking for a refill.<br/><br/>"Where was I?  Oh right.  Tanarak.  I always thought that he was a sort of stern father, you wouldn't call him warm or loving, which made sense considering how obsessed he was with hunting down demons.  He would often talk about how badly he wanted to destroy the demon that had destroyed my family but he could never find it again, but that didn't mean that he did not pursue other monsters when he learned of them.   After some time, I was able to join in on this crusade."<br/><br/>A new mug of ale arrives and Nimeda pauses to take a long drink.<br/><br/>"Of course it all went to hell eventually, but probably not in the manner that you are thinking.  You see, the demon that destroyed my village was still looking for me.  I'm not entirely sure why but it has something to do with this mark on my hand.  I eventually learned that Tanarak knew about this and had 'adopted' me in order to use me as bait, drawing the demon to him instead of having to go out and hunt it.  It worked of course but that didn't make it any easier to swallow when I found out.  Here was a man that I thought of as a father and it turns out that I wasn't a daughter to him but a tool.  Pardon?  Yes I was upset upon learning that and I confronted Tanarak.  Words were said, curses tossed about and we parted ways."<br/><br/>"Was this recent?  Yeah, sort of.  It's why I'm here partaking of this taverns fine selection of ales.  Well, not the only reason.  A little ways back, I ran into Professor Lorrimor by chance, and helped him out of a spot of trouble.  I was glad to do so and the Professor was ever so grateful and we sort of kept in touch for a while.  I had heard of his passing and that came with a summons of some sort.  So, I'm here to pay my respects to the man and see just what this summons is all about."<br/><br/>