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Player Information
» Name: Krista
» Age: 42
» Journal:

thedrau
» Contact: Email: thedrau@gmail.com AIM: wyrdfae

Deity Information
» Pantheon: Celtic/Arthurian
» Deity: Nimue
» Reference: http://www.angelfire.com/me2/camelot/Merlin.html or http://www.celtic-twilight.com/camelot/infopedia/n/nimue.htm Work best for this portrayal.
» Divine Family: {mother & father} Father: Diones, Mother: Unknown; {spouse} Loved/Obsessed by Merlin but eventually married Sir Pelleas
» Mythology: Nimue was the pupil of Merlin who had become obsessively in love with her when she was sixteen years old. She went with him on a journey where he taught her everything, wooing her along the way. Eventually she grew frightened of his increasing attention. She learned his magic quickly then turned it against him, trapping him. She then returned to Camelot and took over his duties to Arthur as his counselor and adviser. She was quite successful, saving Arthur on more than one occasion.

Character Information
» Played By: Bryce Dallas Howard
» Journal:

nina_drake
» Current Name: Nina Drake
» Birthdate: 05/01/1982
» Height: 5'8"
» Distinguishing Marks: She has a Welsh dragon tattoo on her right hip.
» Family: {mother & father} Miranda and Eric Drake; {marital status/spouse} Single/NA; {siblings} None; {children} None; {pets} Seal Point Himalayan named Pendragon
» Occupation: Owner of a pagan supply store
» Currently Residing In: University District, Seattle Washington
» Ability: Mystical abilities. Tarot cards, astrological divination, candle magic, herbal spells. Think what any Wiccan High Priestess wishes she could do. Her spells get actual results, but not like controlling the weather, or instant cash flow. Karma would still play a role here, but possibly more so since her stuff works. Some isolated weather working, but she is just as vulnerable to the bolt of lightning she might summon as her target.

» History: Nimue had never been reincarnated before modern day and she was born with the realization of who she was. She kept this information from her modern parents whom she loved dearly. Her parents were lower middle class living and working in Brooklyn. She has no siblings and her parents died while she was in her final year of college. It was listed as natural causes, but her mother died within a week of her father. They were older in life, but Nimue is suspicious of their cause of death. She was left with a moderate inheritance, enough to relocate to Seattle Washington where she could have a fresh start without constant reminders of her parents where she was able to open a small pagan supply store in the University District.

» Personality: Nimue is a calm person, patient, perhaps a little sad seeming. She has remembered who she was since she was born and this makes things a bit complicated for her. She misses Sir Pelleas dearly as she very much loved him and even perhaps Merlin a little bit. Arthur and the rest at Camelot are missed as well but for different reasons. She does enjoy this age and the people she’s come to care for, believing that the things she learned back in the time of Camelot gave her a bit of a leg up. Mistakes made in matters of the heart then were still with her so she was able to avoid them now.

She loved her parents very much for as kind and loving as they were to her. She’s had friends, dated, even had a steady lover while in college but nothing ever lasted as they always felt that she was a bit distant and never knew why. That hurt them. She regretted hurting them but couldn’t really do much about it other than apologize. She knew part of her mind and heart was still far away in the past. She tries to keep it from influencing her in this age, but the more she tries the more focused she becomes on her past. She has come to the conclusion that her best option is to keep to herself as much as possible, regardless of how she feels about it. She has avoided relationships feeling that she could never share her whole self with someone which isn’t fair to them. This makes her lonely and a bit sad, but she doesn’t mope about it or pine to others.

She doesn’t miss her magics, grateful for what little connection she still has with it, and does what she can to help others. After her parents died she decided not to return to school to graduate, instead took the inheritance and opened her own pagan store she named The Sword in the Stone where she encourages discovery in others and works the occasional spell for customers, so long as they aren’t asking her for something destructive or controlling.

She dabbles as an amateur artist, putting into her paintings and sketches what she cannot put into words to others. The people who are fortunate enough to see what she has on display in her store say that her renderings of Medieval times are beautiful. She gives them a secretive smile and thanks them without explaining. Customers ask at least once a week depending on the time of year if her art is for sale. It isn’t. She tells them it is because she would be a bit too embarrassed to think of one of her pieces on display anywhere than someplace her own. The truth is her art is her only point of reference for times long gone. The pieces she loves the best, those of her best effort of doing portraits of Pelleas, Arthur, Lancelot and yes, even Merlin, hang framed and matted in her apartment.

» Other Notes: Nina’s sexual preference is straight but she tends to see the heart and not the flesh so it would not be unheard of for her gate to revolve a little bit.

» Sample Journal: A man came into the shop today. He looked so much like L that I found myself staring before I realized it. He must have thought I was the worst kind of mooncalf ever, even if he did ask me to dinner. Fortunately I was already so embarrassed that he thought my blushing meant I was shy as I thanked him but turned him down. He did spend $200, though.

» Sample Log: Characters: Nimue/Narrative
Date/Time: 12/31/10 11:55PM
Location: Her apartment.
Rating: G-PG
Warnings: If purring cats offend you, do not read
Summary: Happy New Year…wherever you are

Nimue had closed up the store early today in an effort to avoid the crowds that would start to fill the streets of Seattle. She hadn’t been very busy anyway, mostly spending her time closing out the books for the quarter and starting her taxes. She scooped up Pendragon, her seal point Himalayan who had simply yawned at her and gone limp in her arms then headed for home.

Once there, she deposited Pen on the couch, kicked off her shoes and proceeded to see what she had for dinner. Cooking for one was boring at best, but easy so it left her mind to wander. New Years Eve always put her into a thoughtful state, recalling her past. Her modern mortal parents were given a proper thought, appreciating all that they had done for her in this life, even if they were always somewhat mystified by their quiet daughter who daydreamed more than playing with other children.

Store bought pasta sauce was put over a low flame while she started some water for the linguini. She thought if she kept with Italian thoughts of Pelleas, Merlin, Arthur and the rest would be avoided. There was no such luck. Something about staring at the water in the pot, waiting for it to boil reminded her of a sword rising from a lake which led inexorably to the rest of it: Merlin’s constant attempts to woo or seduce her. Arthur’s solid belief in the hearts of men, and his absolute trust in the women in his life. Strong arms circling her waist from behind as a gentle kiss was placed against her hair. It wasn’t until the first tear splashed against the stove top that she realized she was crying wistfully…again…with that soft smile tugging at her lips. …Pelleas..goddess, I need to stop doing this every year.

She shook her head, swiping her fingers under her eyes then forced herself to focus on dinner. It helped somewhat, as did humming under her breath until Pendragon made his opinion known by rubbing against her legs in a blatant bid for attention.

Hours later, dinner enjoyed and dishes washed, she was curled up on her loveseat by the picture window. Pendragon had made himself at home in her lap, purring the purr of the contented. She smiled softly after she took a drink of the cheap champagne she’d bought for herself for tonight and looked out the window to the quiet neighborhood. Everyone had made their way to a bar or a private party. Snow still was piled in the streets and sidewalks. If she squinted, it reminded her of Winters in Camelot at night.

The memory made her eyes misty again but this time she let it happen. Maybe some day, one of the others might come back too, maybe walk through her shop’s door. Wouldn’t that be grand?!

She smiled down to the dozing cat, stroking her hand gently down his back. Her mantle clock chimed the hour quietly and she began to hum Auld Lang Syne. “Happy New Year, Pendragon.”

NAVIGATION