Nerma

Full name: Nerma - her real name is long forgotten.
Nickname: Small grump, just don’t call her that when she can hear it. You might lose some body parts.
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Place of birth: Who knows?
Current residence: Navarre, D'auvignon
Magic: Summoning
Occupation: Right-hand/advisor King Aristide Delacroix

Height: 1.56m
Build: Slim
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown with silver flecks. Some people might even say her eyes are entirely silver
Scars:


Nerma is the kind of person you don’t want to piss off. Mostly because she holds grudges, grudges she can keep for years. She doesn’t forgive easily, even when she actually cares about the people that hurt her. Those people can regain her trust more easily, but even they have to fight for it. It’s better to keep her happy of you want to keep your favorite parts of your body.

A lot of people will underestimate her. If it isn’t because of the fact she’s a woman, it’s because of her height. She knows she’s considered small, certainly when you know she’s an elf. Elves are considered long, skinny and beautiful. She’s short, skinny and has a permanent scowl on her face. People might call her beautiful, but that isn’t to way to make her like you. She will never lie about the fact that her ‘love’ can be bought. Give her expensive presents, and she might start liking you without really knowing you. It’s the best way to start befriending her. After that it’s just a matter of time before she makes up her mind about you. Of course, more gifts can always make her decide things earlier.

While her friendship, or a friction from what it can be, can be bought, her loyalty can not. She is loyal to the country that took her in when she needed a home. She has called Navarre her home for a couple of decades now and everyone who would try to harm its citizens, will wish they were never born. It’s not that she’s all mighty and powerful, but she tends to leave a mark once someone has released her wrath.

Despite what people used to say about her, she does have a heart, even when she seems to care so little. She cares about people in her own way. She isn’t that kind of person that likes hugs and smiles. A compliment from her is already something that doesn’t happen much. It are mostly her friends, her real friends, that can earn compliments from her. People know she truly trusts them, when she gives them one of her treasures. Be it a ring, a bracelet or a necklace. Even when you are the one who gave it to her and she just gives it back, you should be happy. Don’t ever try to deny her gifts or she might get mad.


If people ask her where she was born, she mostly just shrugs. No one knows where she was born and there are people that complain about the fact that she won’t tell them. The truth is that she doesn’t even know herself where she was born. She doesn’t even remember her parents or her people. The only thing she knows is that she’s been roaming the earth for a long time and that she has seen a lot.

She will never claim she has seen everything, because people and nature can still surprise her.

The only thing she does tell others, is that Navarre has been her home for nearly a century. It’s people took her in when she was hurt, when she was on the verge of dying. They took her in, they cared for her, they feed her. She repaid that debt by fighting for them. As soon as she was strong enough, she joined the royal guard. She proved she was worth more than twenty of their best soldiers. They let her join their ranks, but that didn’t mean they had to like her. Oh, she knew they hated her and she loved it. There were enough people who questioned her loyalty and her strength, but only a few dared to voice it out loud. It were those that learned how big of a mistake it was to unleash her wrath.

She learned to know him decades later. The small Aristide, a boy of noble blood. Smaller than she was and for a moment she knew how it felt like when you looked down on someone, literally. The kid fascinated her. He cared so much. She still remembers how his light eyes landed on her, still remembers the question he used to ask her. ”Why are you so small?” She had just laughed about it, but the glint in her eyes had been a warning.

A warning and yet she always let him come closer every time she saw him. She let him tell his stories, talk to her. It made her remember that a human’s life could be so….delicate. He brought gifts when he became older. Small bracelets, a necklace, a shining piece of rock. She treasured them all and when he became one of the youngest Council members, she gave him an amulet in return. A piece she had brought with her from another land, a piece that told the world she actually liked him. Aristide still had to watch his tongue, but at least she would bite his head off every time he stepped out of line.

Nerma wasn’t there when Thruimph got killed. She wasn’t there when all the council members except for Aristide died. She was there when he became king and she has been standing by his side ever since he asked her to stay close, to become his advisor. She learned him everything she knew about the other lands, the things she remembered. She snarled at everyone who dared to come to close, at everyone who dared to question her loyalty out loud. Navarre had took her in when she needed it the most and she was still paying off her debt.