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Nevali "Pudge" Wayward
| Age | 22 |
| Species | Least Weasel |
| Pronouns | She/Her |
| Size | Small |
| Build | Pudgey, yet... sleek? (All weasels are sleek, it's in the rules.) |
| Rank | [Redacted] |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Beneath the tall purple hat, half a mile inward from the edge of its brim, nestled deep within frumpy-shaped robes, is one extremely cute blue-eyed-and-cross-eyed weasel lass, plump in all the right places - which is most of them. Her fur is rufescent brown in the summer months, a creamy white in the winter, with long golden-auburn to pale cream-yellow headfur streaked with purple and indigo dyes. Just how much of it is dyed is a secret, perhaps.Of course, only those who truly get to know her get to see all the curves and valleys. The rest are presented with exactly how she wants to look: A stupendously spacious purple wizarding hat swathed in sparkling stellar spirals; the dimensions of which are truly astronomical. This is a hat that eats other hats for breakfast, decorated in watermelon seed constellations, smudged with pink and sky-blue inks, the immense cone pinned with a silver crescent moon, and the words "For Offishal Wizzards Only" stitched in silver around the inner brim.
Her frumpy-shaped robes are likewise purple, satin cloth streaked with silver and a psychedelic whorl of indigos and violets splashed across them. Painted watermelon seeds glued with random precision only add to the galactic chaos on display. The whole getup is held together by a simple silver scarf.
While most of the time the glasses perched on her snout have one deep red and one deep blue lens, once in a while she puts on her normal glasses that make her crossed eyes all buggy-shaped.
She rarely, if ever, wears anything on her footpaws. ("If your paws aren't in the mud, how d'you know where you are?")
PERSONALITY:
"The best wizards get up in the morning because they know even their most trivial actions will continue to perplex strangers long after they're gone."That is the best, most accurate description of Nevali one can hope for, if you take into account that Nevali actually, truly, without reservation, believes. Believes what, you may ask? Everything. And her goal is to prove it all.
A sample: she believes she was abducted as a young kit, taken from her attic bed into a sailing ship among the stars, and returned to a field a day before her abduction, whereupon she scampered home to witness herself being taken. This inciting incident opened her mind to all the wonders of the universe, and now she also believes she has the power to bend fate around her claw-tips like twine. The only reason her other magic spells don't work is because she's just starting out! You can't expect a rank one star wizard to cast Obvious Meteor Shower at the drop of a hat now, can you? That's a rank eleven spell, mister!
When she forgets for a moment to always be purposefully throwing everybeast around her off their mental balance, she is prone to moments of melancholy - a certain desperation surfaces, to belong, to be wanted. To be missed, or to be real.
STRENGTHS:
- A truly open mind, paired with a fairly thick skin in regards to her own beliefs.
- An otherworldly sense when somebeast is about to smack her rear, followed either with a swift dodge or a swift grab-twist-yank-ear-whisper, "Respect barmaids if you value your bones and safe vittles tonight."
- Can balance three trays full of grog all at the same time.
WEAKNESSES:
- Adorably gullible.
- An often crippling fear of rejection, followed by a violent bounce-back of silliness.
- Watermelons and watermelon-flavored things.
- An unsteadied heart.
BIOGRAPHY:
Nevali showed up in a shipping crate one day at the Wayward Inn, located south and inland from Voil Village. Moments before the crate was opened to discover the weasel babe curled up in the linens, a freak bolt of lightning struck the new copper sign on the Inn, disgruntling the second A to look like a "ei" (the dot above the i was added in later.) Since that day, the kit found in the crate from New Valley was housed in the Wayweird Inn's attic and raised by a gruff, no-nonsense innkeeper stoat named Harbour and his fidgety ferret helper, the Cunning Caltrops Cleverpaws the Illusionist - along with all the rest of the Inn's staff and its varied customers with all their fireside tall tales.At eighteen, it was decided she was no longer indentured to work at the Inn to pay off the costs of raising her, and she set out for the hub of the Imperium.
Quite a bit of stuff happened between the crate and leaving the Wayweird Inn, but such things are more interesting when told in person, if perhaps not very believable... Lights in the woods - psh! Lights in the sky, now...
It was these stories that got the attention of the Occult Division, and shortly after being questioned about them, she found a new calling in life; to explore strange new phenomena, to seek out new truths and mysteries; to boldly go where somebeasts may have been before; to think the unthinkable, to do the undoable, to know the unknowable; to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if she may not, erm... how did that go again...
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
- An oversized wizarding hat, For Offishal Wizzards Only.
- A slightly smaller (but still extravagantly huge) emergency backup hat beneath that hat. This hat may or may not also contain knicknacks, snacks, other hats, increasingly small felines, and something called "voom".
- Some fairly sturdy leather armor beneath her frumpy wizarding robes.
- A satchel with further variety of knicknacks, snacks, and tools.
- A wizarding staff. It's really just a cool branch she found in the woods, but it has a knobbly bit and a twisty bit and a swirly bit, and it makes a great hiking stick.
- A voucher for lodging wherever the Occult Division sends her.
SKILLS:
| Physical | Total Points in Category: 3 |
|---|---|
| Fighting Style: Barmaid's Defence [Trained] (1) | Mugs, serving trays, forks, the usual weapons of a jill who suddenly is forced into being her own bouncer. |
| Slight of Paw [Proficient] (2) | Taught by the retired master Illusionist himself, the Cunning Caltrops Cleverpaws! |
| Cheesing It [Novice] (0) | It's the fuzz! |
| Mental | Total Points in Category: 4 |
|---|---|
| Conviction [Seasoned] (4) | Belief can be a scary thing when it's so strong. All the more fearsome if it were to break. |
| Knowledge: Astronologmy [Novice] (0) | Stars and constellations and their effect on your life choices. It's not exactly a science, nor is it an exact science. |
| Social | Total Points in Category: 5 |
|---|---|
| Accents [Trained] (1) | Raised by travellers the world over, she can slip from accent to accent quite seamlessly, but only knows a smattering of foreign words. They are probably swears. |
| Tavern Tales [Trained] (1) | One doesn't need to be a true bard to have a good sense of timing and... anticipation. |
| Interest in You [Proficient+] (3) | A mask becomes a face when worn long enough. Can I getcha a cuppa coffee? Strong, black? Slice'a cherry pie? |
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