NAME Nikola Frey RACE Nibenese Imperial | Reachman GENDER Female
OCCUPATION Bounty Hunter | Daedrologist AGE ~35 BIRTHSIGN The Serpent
EYES Gold HAIR Black HEIGHT 5'3" BUILD Thick Hourglass, Fit

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Her conception was payment in exchange for power, and her birth inevitably a tragedy that paid for the creation of her life with that of her mother. There was little joy to be found in the infant cries of a noblewoman's bastard, bloodline muddied by the Longhouse Reachmen and the Snake in the Stars. She was a curse, a token of bad luck, chosen last and discarded by one who had given her a name that was not truly hers: Nikola Frey.She was not allowed to take her mother's name, but she was talented enough to follow in the footsteps of her stolen lineage to the Celestial Citadel. The Spire shaped her, but the Void contorted her malleable mind. She stumbled, faltered, and fell, unrecognizable to herself, though she desperately clings to an idea of who she could have been.And her worst kept secret is merely a truth — The Void was the only place that truly felt like home, and she'd do anything to have the taste of it on her tongue again.

• dossier.

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Niko is a pendulum: defined by the best of her virtues and the worst of her vices.At her best, she's a loyal hound, and she wears that moniker like a coat of arms. First, to whoever is paying her. Second, as most mercenaries do, to her own best interests and her warped definition of a moral code. Third to the thrill of the game, and last to the voice in her head that urges her to aim for the heart and twist the knife.At her worst, she is hateful and envious: a woman who stumbled when her fingers brushed against greatness and squandered her chance to ever see it again. Her sense of self has been jaded and warped, and so she clings to those that might give her purpose. It is the same every time: Another sin upon her dirtied soul.She'll lie through her teeth and claim that money is the sole driver for everything that she's done ─ In truth, every drop of blood spilt has been payment for what she believes is her inevitable return to greatness.

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common

⊱ For the Love of the Hunt - Whether by land or sea, Niko's most public occupation is that of a bounty hunter. Tyrants, criminals, deserters, escaped prisoners, and pirates are all her quarry. She has a keen nose for scum and has dragged back criminals from the farthest reaches of Nirn and, when the pay is suitable, from the Planes beyond.
→ a hook for the hunters or the hunted - no perma-deaths will happen here if you are the latter!⊱ Oblivion of All Varieties - Hypocrisy is an Akatosh-given right for Imperials that Niko partakes in readily. Obsession and addiction come easy to her (a personality flaw, perhaps); for every waking moment between work, there's a drink to be had, a high to be found, and solace taken in the company of those that are no better than poison.
→ merchants of drink and drug will find an eager customer in Niko - despite her career of hunting criminals, she seeps keen on looking the other way when it comes to this.⊱ Magic Most Foul - It goes beyond what is typically deemed the 'acceptable' form of Conjuration, black-stained fingers reaching beyond this plane to bring back more than just simple blades and unwitting creatures. She's torn lightning from the very skies of Attribution's Share as her scourge and breathed fire taken from the storms of the Deadlands, exerting her will over both Oblivion and Nirn (much as a mortal can). It poisons and corrupts that of which should be natural, perhaps a more refined, Imperialized version of Reach witchery - Something she isn't particularly proud of admitting.
→ Niko, for all her failures, is a skilled mage. matters of Oblivion are her bread and butter, and she'd be willing to take an apprentice on, should they wish to taste 'forbidden magicks'. a note on power-scaling: it's for rule of cool. Niko tends to get her ass beat.

uncommon

⊱ Alone, at the Edge of the Void - It's not a history she's proud of, nor is it something she'll bring up willingly. Trained in the art of war and magicka, Niko's formative years were spent within Oblivion itself. Were she a better student, a better mage, more sound of mind, more dedicated to the Empire, she could've been as impressive as Abnur Tharn himself, standing shoulder to shoulder with every other Imperial Battlemage. She barely survived the Spire, and the last trip through the Void for her Initiation left her changed and wrong.
→ fellow Battlespire trainees might recognize Niko from their shared time there, though this is something she rarely mentions - requires prior discussion.⊱ The Eclipse that Covers All - Time spent peering into Oblivion has left a taste of the Void upon her tongue, and Nikola has garnered an understanding of all things vile from the myriad Planes of Existence. She keeps one foot upon the Mundus and the other beyond the veil, a skilled Daedrologist and Arcane Investigator within the Celestial Palanquin and all the realms beyond.
→ investigations, bounty hunts, chases across the Aurbis for every truth that can be unveiled. one-offs with unaffiliated truth-seekers are welcome; others are encouraged to check out the Eclipse Inquisitorum!

rare

⊱ The Hunger - It's something that coils around her spine, ripping and wrenching at her stomach until all she can hear are its whispered words — One day, it may consume her entirely. It smells and tastes of rot, and is what points her blade in the direction of which she must spill blood until eventually, it turns back to her heart. It's never enough.
→ a little 'trying to commune with a daedric prince' gone wrong, if we would (it is not vampirism). requires prior discussion.

strengths

⊱ Armamancy: Master
⊱ Swordplay: Master
⊱ Destruction: Expert
⊱ Daedrology/Arcana: Expert
⊱ Mysticism: Adept
⊱ Subterfuge: Adept

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weaknesses

⊱ Addictive Personality
⊱ Physical Strength
⊱ Cursed (Sign of the Serpent)
⊱ Claustrophobia
⊱ Temperamental
⊱ The Hunger