Nemo Inanis

Name: Nemo Inanis

Age: ???

Sex: F

Nicknames: Rift Walker, Void Touched, Dreamer, Dreaming One

Description: Nemo stands 5'8 with silver white hair and a set of cat ears and tail that matches her hair, her eyes covered behind a black blindfold are a mismatched set of a purple right eye and a yellow left eye. Her skin is a fair pale but not glaringly pale. She wears a black dress under a black hooded cloak and carries a Yew Wood Staff.


Titles:
-Nemo of the Endless
-The Void's Chosen
-Apostle of the Abyss
-Nemo, Dreamer of the Deep

Feats:
-Has walked between multiple worlds and dimensions
-Has a seemingly endless pool of energy
-Has faced against an Awakened Void Walker
-Is capable of shifting through realities and timelines

Portfolio:
-----Abilities:
-Primordial Darkness Manipulation
-Primordial Nothingness Manipulation
-Elemental Manipulation
-Magic Manipulation
-Dream Walking
-Spatial Manipulation
-Spatial-Temporal Transcendence
-Dimensional Travel
-Vector Manipulation

-----Equipment/Items/Gear:
-Warped Yew Staff of Yggdrasil
 -Cloak of the Endless
-Abyssal Gown
-Mark of the Void

------Other:

Personality: There's more than meets the eye in the case of Nemo Inanis, but the biggest two things to know are that she's tolerant and perceptive. Of course she's also dutiful, charismatic and considerate, but she's often slightly tainted by a mindset of being dishonest as well.
Her tolerance though, this is what she's most well-liked for. Friends usually count on this and her wisdom whenever they need assistance or help. However, it's this dishonesty that rubs many wrong, though its not because of selfish reason, but more to keep those out of reach of external influences.


Biography: Anything about Nemo has long since been lost. Her name, her memoies, her appearance, where she came from, how she came to be, her very being. Nothing remained after the Great Collapse, where he world and reality as a whole collapsed upon itself and vanished. it was thanks to her theory of Rift Walking that she survived, though because she had been severed from her world, everything but her soul was scoured from existence. Her death was swift but slow, a contradiction to what she had suffered being in a dual state of existing yet not. It was here, floating through the infinite dark now known as the Deep Abyss that her soul was touched. Colors burst into vision, air swelled, blood flowed, and stagnation gained motion. She had returned from the brink, but now she had been entirely changed. No name or memories of her own, she had to relearn everything, to which those within the Deep Abyss happily did, unknown to her, she had been chosen by the world's deity to be it's apostle. She learned the language of the forgotten, learned to sense beyond the infinite. Her fist steps taken, she rift walked as if breathing, and she found herself in a lush green hillside.
The overwhelming sensations that impacted her left her collapsed on the ground before she found herself in the embrace of the abyss, back home. It would take many years before she grew used to it and comfortable in her role. She soon chose a name. Nemo. Nemo Inanis. "No one" and "Empty".