Social Rank: 6
Concept: Unproven Sword
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Tsemo
Gender: female
Marital Status: single
Age: 28
Birthday: 4/3
Religion: Grace of the Thirteen
Vocation: Knight
Height: average height
Hair Color: raven black
Eye Color: cinammon
Skintone: light tan

Titles: Imperial Phoenix

Description: For a woman the size of this one, there are few options for commanding attention when walking into a room. For this curvaceous figure, she could go for loud and brash. Instead Nyima chooses to go with a look of quiet of confidence and poise, allowing an economy of motion provide a sense of presence that overcomes her short stature and leaves people moving out of the way.

Nyima's long hair is raven's wing black, shimmering with highlights of color with movement. Near the front some is kept cut shorter so that it constantly frames her face. She has a strong jawline with cheeks filled in by plumpness. Beestung, bow-shaped lips usually hold a small smile beneath a button nose. And all of this is packaged with the lush curves that leave an obvious hourglass to her figure.

Personality: Nyima is a woman with something to prove. It's not that she has a chip on her shoulder, it's more that she looks at herself as an unfininshed product and she has to spend ever encountering learning something more about herself. She does not hold others to the same standard of perfection as she does herself, knowing that it's a personal drive of hers and not the fault of others. Beyond that she comes across quite warm and open, willing to talk to almost anyone. Unless they look to have greater authority than herself, and then there comes a grinding of teeth and utter politeness.

Background: There's the life known by the prodigals of Arvum, where reluctant acceptance is had. And there's the life of the Eurusi refugees, where some mix of pitty and confusion might be how one is met in Arx. Back in the Empire there was something worse: the life of a Jadai. That was the life that Nyima had. It was one where she was never going to be good enough. A life where just because of her birth and things that happened a thousand years before she was born she was going to be branded a savage.

Like many Jadai before her, Nyima spent much of her life trying to prove herself better than the heritage that she was held accountable for. Many Jadai do no more than what is required of them under Imperial law, the tiniest act of rebellion allowed, but Nyima spent her time watching the practice yards of the warriors and following along with whatever stick she could find. She didn't sneak away from her education; Nyima applied herself to every subject with equal vigor.

It became her mark, her personality. Little Miss Perfect. But the taunt wouldn't matter if she could succeeed. If she could one day become one of the Children.

All she has to do is prove herself. And she somehow managed enough clout and credit to be sent along as a guard for Functionary Xia.