#nillan

There seems to be some measure of acceptance here, some interest even from a select few.

Nillan grows a little tent of bone and skin and sets up a Necromancy Basics course outside of town. She also has a bunch of corpses already laid out for practice, ethically sourced (supposedly).

OC asks that reveal more than you think

"I raised many daughters, I know what I am doing." He mostly even believes that, and he just assumes he knows how to take care of a pet. He had tamed beasts at his service, after all, which is not even remotely the same, especially since he didn't tame them. It cannot be difficult, you feed it, you give it shelter and you cure and fix its ailments. You... probably pet it sometimes, pets are supposed to be kept to be loved primarily, not for their use, he heard.

Plants are probably the easiest of the bunch, you just put it somewhere and terraform its surroundings so it will sustain itself. If problems arise, you show up to fix them. ... Unfortunately, his homeworld has no plant life, so he would have to study them first.

"Boy, I had not lived a single day in this life without a pet at my side, nor a single day in my sentience without my job being to care for nature and all its denizens!"

"Of kids though, soooo faaar I did good when I tried.....??" Well, that is a very particular story, and she is omitting the important part, but... technically ture... The awkwardness would be palpable even if she wasn't scratching her nape before adding: "I hope I could. I donno if any of us will ever end up with a child, or if we have to raise one for our-" don't say cult "-group, buuut I think I wouldn't be that bad! Love is half the way there, right? And smarts help with everything! Gods she won't learn peopleing from me though."

"I help a lot of animals, and there are very few accidents these days. It helps that I can speak to them. Swamp plants like growing near me, but others usually die... A kid is probably a bad idea..." Being a hag's child, she only knows how to cook one, and she would rather unknow that if possible. Besides, she's a kid herself.

"Yes." ... "Except for the child, maybe, if living at least. I've cared for undead children before, but I am... less familiar with the needs of living ones..."

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“Ignorance and bigotry are the banes of peace.“

[[This art was made by @equleart]]

Briefly

Nillan Seil is a female human necromancer

She is a Death Shepherd, a wandering holy woman of the goddess of undeath. Her divine role is the creation, protection, nurturing and guidance of the undead, so that they may prosper.

Due to the widespread distrust and fear of necromancy and undeath, she typically passes between the common folk as an ordinary nobody, and is quite cautious about who to trust and to what extent with her true nature

Age: 28

Height: 173 cm (5′8)

Visual Identifiers (Nillan): Looks perfectly ordinary, pale greyish-blue eyes, short black hair, almost always appears very calm

Visual Identifiers (Shepherd): Skull-painted face, a bone chest-piece molded from a human ribcage, white cloak, partially painted hair

Main Goals/Motivations: - Help make unlife better - Minimize conflicts between normal people and the undead - Follow her goddess' guidance

16 personality types test: not done yet

Alignment: True Neutral

Shipping: Nillan is bisexual, she isn't currently looking for anyone, but she isn't outright rejecting the idea either

Playlist

Trivia

Nillan carries a shortsword "for self defense", though her magic is much more effective

She likes hiking, staying up way too long and just enjoying peace and silence.

Her skin is usually a bit cold to the touch, quite enough to notice and to maybe worry a bit, and it is fairly difficult to make her look anything but calm

Nillan's body is slowly transitioning from living to undead, though she is very much alive for now, the truly perceptive might notice that a few things are off about her.

Her goddess is Ginerva, The Grave Queen, in most places she is considered a Dark God, and thus knowledge about her is limited and her worship is forbidden

[This was made by Stepan Alekseev]

Verses

Multiverse

Fantasy: This is probably already home territory for her. If necromancy is more accepted in the setting, she might be a bit more open about it.

Sci-fi: Probably no need to change anything here either, as long as the supernatural exists, though she probably also has a handgun here

League of Legends

Noxian, from the rural edge of the empire

Focuses mostly on neutral, "natural-born" undead, rather than the ones from the Shadow Isles or the Noxian revenant troops

Warhammer 40k

Ginerva is a Greater Demon of Nurgle here, joyously focused on creating various different types of undeath, rather than the more "common plagues"

As such, Nillan is a wandering Chaos Sorcerer with high psychic potential

Dead by Daylight (no recurrent memory erasure)

Killer

"This is not the afterlife I expected..."

Ingame Power: At Totems or anywhere after hooking a Survivor, she can raise Skeletons that harmlessly follow her. She can make Skeletons break breakable objects. or dangerously guard a small area. Skeletons can be destroyed with a holy Survivor item, but this notifies her, and they self destruct shortly if too far from her. Mostly a chase power to deny certain paths and loops from survivors, but also serves as a short term mid range info power.

Usual Playstyle: "Good guy killer", careful in chases, kills the guy pointing out your location, noobs get it a bit more easy

Stories

None yet

"You can't, but I can. It was rather good that I could say my goodbyes to my father and brother after they were murdered. You could too."

'If they had only been gone but a moment...then I could have been tempted by such a prospect.' There was a sigh, then shaking her head.

'But alas, they've been gone far too long. They deserve their rest considering...well....' The words died on her tongue, a hand going to the back of her neck.

And in fact this even feels perfect for her, as a holy shepherd of the undead, who herself is inbetween life and undeath, her passion died long ago (though I imagine it was a bit less than normal even then), and yet she remains in her tasks with endless resilience in them, she does what she needs to without even a sign of exhaustion, and she works and waits with inhuman patience. All without that deeply human spark of passion that would push most people forward in these.

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? for Meria

[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? - for Ashira

[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? - for Nillan

[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? - for Lisa

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

[ 🧩 ]ㅤWhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

"Oh come on! No truth is ever worth not admitting! The truth doesn't care what you think, so why would you lie to yourself?!"

And that pretty much sums her stand on this this up too, she would rather be hurt with the truth than healed with some lies, and if you can prove her something, she adjusts her beliefs. She even fully accepts that her plan to eradicate all undeath indiscriminately is a horrendously unjust and brutal solution that a truly good-hearted person probably wouldn't even consider.

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤWhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

Training, tactical analysis, war stories or glory and ones to learn from, a summer day in her adoptive father's residence when things began actually feeling like home, a warm night with good food and company, past lovers and friends no longer seen... sometimes the horrid streets she came from, to never forget that either... the cause of her scars... some lost their stories as more piled up... a good book...

[ 🍃 ]ㅤDo they feel like they belong ?

Yepp! But the good question here is where exactly, since she travels pretty much all the time, and yet, in most normal places or in most places that need help, the answer is yes, and in the groups that she's a part of too. The only real exceptions so far were the desolated wastelands of the undead that she waged a war against, and the desiccating deserts she visited and fought in.

[ 🪶 ]ㅤHow do they laugh ?

Rarely. Modestly. Calmly and somewhat quietly, as she usually speaks. With much less passion that a normal person would.

[ 💤 ]ㅤHow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?

Often badly with nightmares.