Nymorra's story

Being left at a orphanage in a small town on the continent Elios when she was just a couple of years old by her unknown parents, Nymorra was raised by the kind keepers thats found her sleeping soundly in a silk fabric. Each keeper that took care of young Nymorra was always astound to find that her eyes were of pure white, as if they stood in a open range covered in blankets of soft snow. As Nymorra grew older, the more beautiful she looked. Her soft black hair always stayed straight while growing to lengths none of the keepers has seen before from a child merely ten years of age. One morning, Nymorra awoke to one of the keepers looking over her with a puzzled look on her face, having no clue as to why she was being watched in her sleep, young Nymorra carried on her day as if it was any other. She always helped out the keepers in the kitchen, whether it was to clean up after a meal or to help prepare that days supper, helping the other children who were sad or going to the market with some of her keepers to help out. All day Nymorra was given stares of confusion, for she couldnt understand what had the keepers so intriued. Over the course of her teens years, it came more apparent to the keepers as to what was happening. Some kept there distance, some would be infuriated when she entered the room. She never made sense of it all, since everything seemed so normal to her, growing a small set of wings, a pair of horns that protruded from the soft skin of her forehead before jetting back behind her, and her tail, a dark, almost black, appendage that exntended from her tailbone. As Nymorra grew older, some of the keepers who raised her, still a bit distrught at the descovery of Nymorra's bloodline, tried to stay kind and help her understand things as she continues to age. When Nymorra came of the age of 18, things drastically changed. Her beauty was unmatched, even with her white, jagged horns, black, silky wings, and her tail that grew to half of her heigh at that age. People started to show disgust towards Nymorra, even though she had never done harm to them or anyone in town, but that didnt change the problems that came. Most of the keepers who raised Nymorra had passed on from the world or left to find a better meaning in their life, which made Nymorras almost peaceful life a living hell for the years to come. Nymorra was forced to live a life of suffering for what seemed like nothing. Being born a Tiefling was a curse in the eyes of the people who lived in Elios. Each Tiefling that had visited the city would be chased away, tortured, or executed just for being born a Tiefling. She endured the pain of a constant lashing of a leather whip each day while she was bound by her hands and a feet with rusted shackles as she was kept in a dark, candle lit cell made of stone that would be ice cold during winter. Nymorra grew silent over the years she was tortured, wishing she could escape the hell the town had become. The once kind and cheerful Nymorra became a frightened woman. Her voice was scarce over the screams that echoed within the cell walls as she was forced to endure beatings. Some of the towns people who lost family, friends, or loved ones to Tieflings in the past had the greatest hatred towards Nymorra. Some growing with so much hate as to force her to breed with them, leaving her scarred with suffering memories of the once peaceful life that turned into a nightmare. When Nymorra turned 23, her beauty was gone, her smooth horns now chipped and cracked in places, her body scarred with whip lashings, holes slashed into her rather large wings. The nightmare settled down over the last first weeks, Nymorra was greatful for a peaceful day, but it wasnt long before the worst pain surrounded her. She was taken from the stone cell and placed in front 50 or more people as she was covered in dirt, dust, blood, and many other fluids from years of pain and suffering. She stood in from of the citizens, shackles still around her wrists, as it was the only thing she was wearing. Her face was emotionless as she stood there, in front of people who were once kind to her, now screaming profanities at her. As shes bent over a wooden crate, the people who kept her bound in that dark cell for years as she suffered at the hands of the Elios people, announced that it was time to let Nymorra free, but it came at a cost. She struggled as she was held down, staring behind her at a large man with a smirk across his lips as he held as sharp knife, one meant for skinning large animals. While two men kept her pinned in her position, the man with the skinning knife dripped at the base of her wing, where it connected with her back, holding the knife at the joint it sits on, slowly taking his time as he carves his knife into her skin, a loud, blood curdling scream left Nymorras lips as she felt the steel tear harshly at the skin. Continuing to struggle under the weight of two men much larger than herself, her screams lasting hours as her wings were sliced slowly and painfully from her back. As hours went by, Nymorras suffering ended, her back bloodied and torn as her wings lay next to her on the stage as someone sets her once beautiful, silky soft wings ablaze beside her and walking away, leaving Nymorra falling unconscious beside her now ashen wings. Five years later, Nymorra lives along side a river in a small encampment outside of town where she was taken by a old man who helped her over the month she was healing and resting from the horror she had been put through. Over the five years since she was able to get up and help around the encampment, the man who saved her never spoke his name and refused to each time she asked. Learning Alchemy under her new friend after resting and gaining back the partial strength she once had as a being from his various concoctions of medicine and helping around the encampment in return for his kindness. Now that Nymorra is 28, helping the encampment that took her in even if she was a Tiefling by birth, they showed her more kindness in the few years she lived with the others and her nameless friend than the years she spent in the hell she endured over many years, finding a pet mouse that was close to dying over winter that she saved and now sticks by her side wherever she will go, Nymorra promised her old friend that she would learn to be as great as he was or better in the field of Alchemy. Aftering seeing each resident of the camp, she packed the things she needed, the things her dear friend left for her after passing on and set out to keep her promise to become a better alchemist than her once friend and teacher was with her pet mouse, Grog.