S tanding before the Lamia Scale guild hall, Niyol had originally come to this city with the hopes of awaiting his daughter's return. However, the will of the mother did not call him to this plane to indulge in his own purposes as others had done. A force was felt through his body, urging him to turn away and walk to the harbor where a great deal of ships entered and exited of their own accord for varying purposes. He let out a breath and followed the force, deciding he'd return once this business was over with. It was around noon when the shirtless man, wearing nothing but bandages over his well tanned stomach had stepped onto one of the many boats. Some of the passengers had commented on his indecency; the females commented on how his muscles were visible even through the tightly wrapped medical bandages while the males commented on how he should put on a shirt. Some of the children on the ship were more entranced by the various scars lining his exposed pectorals, others by the demonic scar under his left eye. He looked around, sensing for what this... force wanted him to be doing here, or looking for some sort of clue. The force began pulling him once again, not towards the standard dead person... the usual forgotten soul with unresolved conflict. No, the one it pulled him to was quite alive indeed. She was quite small, standing no higher than Niyol's sternum. He looked down at her, examining her large brown eyes and olive colored skin tone. He had a flashback to a time not that long ago... a time when he hated himself. As well as the day he'd granted the first selfless, last wish a soul had ever requested. His cold, dead looking, dark purple eyes slowly focused in on her as his mind caught up to where he'd seen this one before. The memory filled in, an aerial view of three females taking refuge in a refuse container... "You were there..." Niyol said, referring to the unfortunate day he'd spent at Magnolia when the actions of a single woman nearly destroyed the entire world. His voice came out soft, gentle, but quite cold and emotionless when he said "The forces of this world have called me to safeguard you passage, to which I am honored to be in the company of such a beautiful woman. I am Niyol, the Chief of the Tribe of Souls." having finally understood his purpose for being brought here. Immediately after stating his name and origin, Niyol performed a respectful, oriental style bow.WORDS TAG |
HP: 300/300
ƧƧ: 112/160
Effects:
Soul Storage: Niyol can Store up to 50% additional ƧƧ
Unnatural Attraction: Niyol has +2% ƧƧ regen
Strong/Legendary(+) Weapons: +10% Base ƧƧ