#niniyx

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Nin's reputation: *ruthless, violent pirate captain*

Nin to anyone who knows her: *just a silly little seafarer*

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Okay but funny story, this is how I ended up giving one of my characters a lineage.

I used to do RP stuff and during that I had someone ask my character how she got her name (she changed it after escaping literal hell) and I made up complete bullshit about how it was the name of another pirate she'd vaguely heard her mom tell stories of. I basically took that idea and ran.

Next thing I know there's an affair, a pirate romance story, a faked death, a fucked up elf who is both of their first mates at different points in time, and another faked death.

my fav thing about having ocs is having a basic line of lore for them but as soon as someone asks me about them I completely bullshit everything I tell them. Yeah this wasn't true like 5 minutes ago but now it is

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Niniyx: Family Reunion

Once upon a time I started playing D&D. Then I stopped. Then I joined an RP server and started writing for my characters. Now I have too many characters, too much in my head, and the motivation to post a rewrite.

So here's some story inspired by my first D&D character: a tiefling beastmaster ranger who ended up becoming a pirate mid-campaign. As typical of any D&D character, she's got some nice spoonfuls of trauma and thus her animal companion acts somewhat like an ESA.

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The smell of gunpowder hung in the air, mixing with the salt of the ocean. She stared at the crest on the flag as it lowered in surrender, the crest that had sunk far too many of her ships. Something in the back of her mind told her to panic at its familiarity.

She shrugged on the captain’s coat and ran a hand through her hair, back between her horns. Without breaking stride, she stepped up onto the railing and hopped between the ships. Arrogance sat clear on her features as she strolled up to the ship’s captain.

“Nice ship you have here, Captain…?”

“Hayward,” he added a beat later, with a thin veil of confidence. “Captain Hayward of the Amiable.”

“Captain Lily of the Red Dragon…but I’m sure you knew that already.” The disconcerting silence settled for a moment before she spoke again. “So, tell me, who might your employer be?” Her smile disappeared as she took a step closer. “Because they’re starting to piss me off.” The patronizing smile returned as he stepped back in visible discomfort.

“Ah…the nobility of Faunewicke.”

As quickly as it had reappeared, her expression dropped again. “Well then,” she said slowly. The sound of the waves filled the several agonizing moments of silence. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to let your ship go. When you return to your employer, inform them‌ that they have three days. I’d like to have a word. Are we clear?”

He nodded.

“Good.” She grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Fair winds and following seas, Captain Hayward.” With that, she crossed back to her own ship.

Taking a deep breath, she scanned the deck, finding who she was looking for almost immediately.

“Lander.” The elf looked over at her as she approached. “Three days. Set course for Faunewicke.”

He paused, looking her over with concern. “Is this something…personal by any chance?”

She glanced away, biting her lip. “Yeah,” she muttered, before walking towards her cabin.

The white wolf sprawled on the bed barely opened his eyes as she entered and tossed her coat to the side. “Fourteen fucking years,” she snapped, slamming her hands on the desk. Her head dropped as she let out a long sigh. “Assholes,” she breathed, letting herself fall onto the bed with another heavy sigh.

She adjusted her coat and exhaled, feeling her nerves lessen. The doors opened, and she entered, head held high, staring down the man and woman at the end of the room. 

The couple’s clothes showed their status well. It made no difference to her as she didn't bow nor remove her hat in any show of respect.

She watched their faces as they swallowed their shock. The man tensed, glaring at her as his hands curled into fists. Meanwhile, the woman at his side sat up, looking between the two in alarm.

“Eva-”

“Niniyx, actually,” she said, cutting the man off. “Or rather, Captain Lily.” She could feel the cracks in his composure starting to form.

“It’s been some time.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose. Fourteen years, really, since you quite literally threw me in hell," she said, a bite creeping into her voice as years of suppressed rage boiled over.

“Watch your tone.”

“You have no right ordering me around.”

He stepped towards her. “I am your-”

“No!” she snapped, the fires in the room flickering a dark crimson. “I’m not here looking for any kind of reconciliation or acceptance. I came to show you what you did, what you made me.”

“And look at yourself,” he sneered, taking a step closer. “Some sea rat with no skill other than robbing hard-working men.”

She shoved him backward. “I don’t need your opinion of me. I already know. You didn’t want me.” She took a few steps backward. “I hope you’re happy because you’re starting a war you won’t win.”

He called for the guards as she turned to leave.

“Let her leave.” The woman’s order cut through the air before her husband could finish.

She looked back, briefly meeting the woman’s sympathetic gaze before turning back. Her footsteps echoed through the hall as she left, eyeing the guards and keeping a hand on her sword.

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Niniyx: Family Reunion (Pt. 2)

You know that flavor of writer's block where you'll write just about anything except what you probably should write? Yeah...Not to mention I've got the whole college thing going on, weird to think that the semester is almost over already. I'm also maybe a bit too much of a perfectionist with my writing and if something isn't the way I want it I'll just let it gather dust. But anyway, enjoy my former dnd character continuing to have a shitty father.

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 The saltwater flooded the hold of the ship as the cannon fire became too much. The crew scrambled to try and save it, but in the slight chance they managed to, it wouldn’t be for long.  

Thirteen.

She walked towards the helm and signaled to the crew to leave the drowning vessel. Something hit her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Looking over at the other ship, she watched as an archer was surrounded in a ring of flame. A moment later she felt the chill of blood being dried onto her clothes and then pain that threatened to bring her to her knees.

"Captain!"

"I'm fine," she snapped. “Just get us away from that ship.”

The crewman hesitated, then nodded and she stormed into her quarters, her wolf following close behind. She reached for the nearest bottle of alcohol knowing full well it wouldn’t help much, but it was the thought that counted.

“Had to be a fucking arrow,” she muttered under her breath before pulling the cork form the bottle with her teeth. She took a long drink while tugging her dagger from its sheath.

The wound burned, the pain making her dizzy as she carefully removed the arrow. It fell to the floor, and she followed shortly after it, gasping in pain. She pressed her hand to the wound and drew on whatever arcane energy she could manage. The pain lessened but didn’t subside.

Mind reeling, she reached for the arrow, checking for any signs of poison or intended adverse effects. Forcing energy into another spell, she watched as a magical aura surrounded the seemingly normal arrow. The unfamiliar curse clung thick to the projectile, she swore loudly and snapped it over her knee, the wound seething at the movement.

The rest of her body hit the floor with an audible and heavy thud as she attempted to simply will the pain away. A mass of white fur came into view. The wolf sniffed at her, nose butting gently against her hand. 

She halfheartedly patted his side. “I’m alright buddy.”

In the middle of bandaging her shoulder she heard a knock on the door, immediately followed by Lander entering her quarters.

“Why didn’t you come to me when you-” he paused. “What are you doing? Let me heal you.” 

“Don’t waste your energy,” she said as he stepped closer.

“Stop pulling that bullshit with me,” he scolded, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I already tried,” she clarified and shoved his hand away. “It didn’t do much.”

Any annoyed reply he had prepared was lost as he furrowed his brow. “What?” he asked, looking her up and down as if it would answer his question.

“Whatever the fuck kind of magic was in that arrow is some nasty shit.” She followed his gaze to the splintered arrow on the floor. “It was made to make somebody suffer.”

While he was already visibly annoyed, she could see the way his jaw tensed and the twitch in his ears. He nodded and took a deep breath that did nothing to relax him. 

“Okay,” he said simply, taking the bandages from her and finishing the job.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

There was a heavy moment of silence between them before he spoke again. “You really couldn’t have had a less sadistic father?”

She laughed lightly, glad for his attempt at distracting her with humor. Despite his, at times, harsh disposition towards her, he had his own way of showing he still cared.

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If you stuck to the end of this, thanks! I appreciate it.

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Nah because I literally got Niniyx's name from smashing sounds in fantasy name generator together until something sounded like a tiefling's name.

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Reminds me of the whole plotline I wrapped up for Niniyx around Christmas two years ago. It's both sad and uplifting oh shit I should go and actually rewrite stuff...

~ LOVE HURTS ~ SAD CHRISTMAS PROMPTS

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being alone on Christmas eve

fights on Christmas

missing their loved ones when everyone else spends time with theirs

remembering late family members

being sad but everyone expects them to be happy

having their expectations for Christmas disappointed

being with toxic people on Christmas eve

having to work on Christmas eve

being dumped shortly before Christmas

having serious worries that overshadow every Christmas joy

not wanting to carry on their parents' traditions

old conflicts bubbling up during the holidays

having to cry during every Christmas movie

hating all the Christmas decorations around them

trying to ignore everyone's jolly spirit

trying to hide their sadness during the Christmas celebration

trying to make others happy at least

having the winter blues

storming off after a fight with their S/O

saying ugly things on Christmas eve they regret afterwards