Nienna

Bard · NIENNA · Dreamer

"There are two sentences inscribed upon the Delphic oracle, hugely accommodated to the usage of man's life: 'Know thyself,' and 'Everything in moderation'; and upon these all other precepts depend." - Plutarch

Past Name: Nienna Nationality: British Commonwealth Occupation: Winery Owner Apparent Age: Late Teens Height: 6'0" Build: Lithe Demeanor: Sensualist Flaw: Bard's Tongue Flaw: Surreal Quality Notable Statistics Charisma ●●●○○ Awareness ●●●●● Loreena McKennitt Dante's Prayer Night Ride Across the Caucasus Enigma Silent Warrior Paloma Faith Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? Yeasayer Devil and the Deed Deftones Tempest David Bowie Love is Lost

Present The Bard: Nienna speaks truths and makes prophetic statements with no conscious control. Hidden secrets may come to her lips or forgotten knowledge invoked by a sudden revelation. Such statements occur for good or for ill. The Broken Voice: She sounds as though she is recovering from a persistent case of bronchitis or a night of screaming at a rock concert. No point in asking her to amplify considering how quiet her speaking voice is. The Bombing: With a bit of digging or a chance encounter, someone might recognize similarities between her and the subject of photographs distributed on several media sites in relation with a terrorist attack in Great Britain a few years ago. Officials claimed the bombing killed three and critically injured several more. The Obligations: Nienna always repays a debt, but conversely, rarely forgets what is owed her. The Oenophile: She owns and works to restore the Inis Fáil Winery to its former glory. The property fell into disrepair before she swooped it up for a song. Prized bottles of its early vintages still fetch a good price. Inis Fáil could use helping hands to tame the vineyards. It seems to be a halfway house for legendary creatures. Future As a diminutive, Nienna is associated with meanings of "lady of the sky" or "grace" and "purity." Its variations capture something of the essence of the perceptive young woman who walks lightly between the many hazards and wonders of Prospect. Just as her origins are blurred, so too is the proper quality to sum her up. Like the nightfall which she so favours and in some ways resembles, dark of hair and clear of eyes, she prefers to listen to others rather than speak of her own experiences. She never quite fades into the background or memory due her captivating presence, a certain je ne sais quoi that resists immediate identification. The limited information regarding her is not helped by her laconic tendency or an apparent vocal injury or persistent illness straining her ability to speak. She is new to the city and frequents the downtown core's many entertainment venues at odd hours. Appearances at Prospect Roasters or The Sideshow are not infrequent, though possibly as the most familiar landmarks she knows.

Storytelling The Shards of de Serrano: A torn scrap of parchment dated to Die 27 Mensis Ianuarius Anno D.ni MDCCLXXVIII is left in a puzzlebox. The mysterious bit of metal secreted inside the scroll defies easy identification. Somewhere a woman sees snarls in a great pattern, and a mystic reads woe in the stars. A story of the ancient history of Prospect, and the wages of virtue and sin unfolds after a vexed sleep. Participants: Jared, Jenny Aguilar The Drowned Isle: Something poisoned chimera into the 'knights of emptiness' spreading their blight through the Dreaming. A waterborne Kithain researching the matter needs a sample in order to work a restorative cure. Participants: Open (Changeling sphere only) Shanatari: Crafters cherish shanatari, an odd substance said to form in lofty reaches where the wind scours glaciers and storms reflect on the glistening ice. Though terribly brittle and prone to exploding when in contact with bare hands, the prized crystal can be worked into wonders by skillful hands. If only obtaining it weren't such an ordeal... Participants: Open - Cig The Jinglepot Crew: Every season, the Jinglepot Crew fills their wagons with rare metal and ingots scrounged from the barony of Jinglepot Crossroads in Bakersfield. Unseelie trolls and shark-teethed redcap thugs lead the caravan south towards Tijuana. The Jinglepot Crew isn't without its share of trouble and they have an old score to settle for insulting the quartermaster's Redcap Mam. Participants: TBA. TBA: Information to go here. Participation: In development. TBA: Information to go here. Participation: In development.

Stereotypes Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. The wheel is come full circle. Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them. Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

Quotes Leave a quote... "..." - Name Koad: A wise ally, a firm friend. Straif: I hold your name, and this is not done. Fearn: You drive the coming storm, and not from its eye. Tinne: Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart. Saille: Always a smile, even in dark times or frozen fountains. Muin: It is not the light we need but the fire. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. Oir: Maddening, impulsive, temperamental, uncouth mortal! This is reckless; not reason. It came on strong, consuming ourselves, unabashed. Ruis: The truth does not change simply because you do not like it. Gort: How glad I am to see you when challenges of old have come round again. Phagos: The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. Eadha: An explosion in slow motion. Duir: Duty is a long road to walk, but never alone.