Nitall Orator|| The docile inn maiden
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Nitall Orator|| The docile inn maiden
👜chen and nitall!
Chen:Two pairs of clothes to change intoPhoneWalletIDLaptopLucky charm his mom made for himNotebook and pensBusiness cardsTazor
Nitall:PDA Phonepurse: wallet, pictures of her boys and friends, chap stick, hair ties, receipt from the store and copies from the innLotionBlanketSweaterPepper sprayA good amount of her metal quillssmall notebook with penSnack bars
I don't know how to send stars on mobile, but five stars for Tet and five for Nitall!
Teteira:
★- She doesn’t like having both her hands and feet tied at the same time.
★- Clown horns make her jump bad. ANY kind of rendition of that sound ie: text message, video wound effect, tv or music, makes her super on edge.
★- When she falls asleep outside her lusus still slings her onto his back and takes her back home.
★- The runis that are around her hive were often visited by her Ancestor. If she looks in the right hive she’d find records with her symbol.
★- She has burn scars spanning her entire back that still sometimes give her problems if she’s do back bends. Once she warms up these problems usually go away.
Nitall:
★- The cave she was adopted out of by her lusus is thousands of miles away. Her lusus brought her to her current hive due to instincts passed down her line from her own ancestor. This will happen with Nitall’s dependent as well.
★- She has a fantastic sense of rhythm!
★- She has very steady hands even when scared or stressed, her voice is what wavers.
★- She has a hard time standing up to highbloods, and it can be a problem with people that stay at her inn.
★- To help strengthen her powers Nitall literally lifts weights with her Psionics! Usualy in the form of books!
New sprites for the owl!!
♋ for Nital and Xestum
basics:
WHO OF US IS:
Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mine (I imagine their books are super close in value, but she pulls ahead just off income from her inn)Neater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mine TIEFunnier? yours/mine
advanced:
Who is a better friend? yours/mineWho lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/mineWho reads more? yours/mine (They read like it’s going out of style BUT Xestum’s Inquiring Eye gives him the lead) Who is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine
✒︎ ✒︎ ✒︎ ✒︎ For my bby Nitall ;o;
THE OWL LADY YEEEE
She doesn’t have a lot of money. Everything that the Inn brings in is put into repairs, taxes, and paying everyone who works there a good wage. Everything else she does save but there’s not much ;u;
Nitall loves her long hair, but doesn’t know how to care for it properly. It has many a split ends,
The piano she own belonged to the previous owner of her hive
She opened her hive as an inn after a friend of a friend suggested it! Said friend even helped her at first, but after they passed Nitall took on the full burden owo
☆ for all of your main trolls!
OOOOOOO
☆ = Character’s best dream?
Going to put it under a cut!
And I won’t be doing everyone ;u;
Many Sweeps Ago... Nitall
==> Nitall: Fly for the first time.
You small hands griped hand fulls of white feathers, your eyes slammed shut and your ears were filled with the sound of wind. Your mother had beckoned you to climb on her back, like you’ve done so many times before, but instead of hopping around to make you tired, she had taken off!
At first you had screamed, more in surprise then in fright,hunched into a small 4 sweep old ball. After a few minutes of hearing your mothers powerful wings flapping, they went silent. You cracked an eye, you whole body tense, and saw her wings steady, gliding silently through the night.
Her feathers were tinted green from the waxing moon, the wind rustling them as the two of you flew. Slowly you uncoiled yourself and opened your other eye. You were so high, and going you don’t know how fast! Your head is hunched behind your mothers still, her soft feathers a little crumpled from your feverish attempts to hang on. You smooth them out with a still slightly shaking hand.
An hour passes and you are sitting tall atop your mothers back, arms flung out to your sides and a dazzling smile on your face. You mother turns a little sharper then her prevous turns, allowing you to see the lights of your hive below. You have returned hive from the first of many flights.