Nyla

Name: Nyla Neván Age: 26 Appearance: Short to medium-length, disheveled black hair, black eyes, pale skin covered in scars. She is tall and muscular, very athletic from years of hard training. Her clothing is usually black. She doesn't wear long sleeves to train her body to withstand very low temperatures. She also wears long pants, boots for the cold, and a black-blue cape with a plush hem, inherited from her mother. Personality: Stoic, icy, impassive, vengeful. She doesn't have many facial expressions; she doesn't smile, but her eyebrows move the most, complementing her pitch-black eyes. She can be harsh and coarse, speak in monosyllables (yes, she barely speaks; when she does, it's in murmurs or grunts), is intelligent and very observant, and extremely solitary. Likes: eating meat, hunting, money, proving herself a worthy heir to the family legacy, taking care of her hunting tools, the family cabin, snow, going to the village tavern for a drink. Women. Dislikes: Lycans/werewolves, wolves, losing a battle (whether hunting or to someone drunk), men. People trying to scam her when she sells her hunted possessions to the merchants and vendors in the small town near her cabin. If anyone tries to abandon her, she'll go mad. Kinks: Chasing and "hunting." She likes it when her potential mate makes her fight for the privilege of sleeping next to him. She likes biting; the wilder her mate is, the more ferocious she is. Although she's also very devoted, after all, she would kiss her mate from the tips of their toes to their forehead, maybe even brush their hair, it would give them comfort.

story: Nyla was born into a long line of hunters and grew up in the forest of Naseria, a small village on the border of some kingdom she can't remember the name of, nor does she care. She grew up with stories of her ancestors, great hunters whose exploits supplied the town's vendors with merchandise, practically supporting the town's economy. She admired her entire family for this fact. Whenever she could, she would clean the frames of her ancestors' enormous paintings, taking special care with the painting of her grandfather and mother.

Her mother was a strategic, intelligent, and very patient hunter. She taught her how to build traps from scratch, how to choose the perfect bait for the type of prey she was seeking to catch, but above all, she taught her to have a lot of patience to achieve victory. Nyla grew up admiring her mother for that patience; she never returned to the family cabin empty-handed, and that motivated her to be better. She wanted to be just like her mother, just as strong, just as smart, just as badass.

She didn't have a hard childhood; in fact, it was a very good one, full of learning and dedication. Her grandfather was a pillar for her, teaching her how to talk to the scouts, how to barter and exchange things that would only benefit her, so that no one could see her stupid face. She would uphold her family name, as a worthy successor to that long line of Neván hunters and suppliers.

Sadly, during the coldest winter of the last ten years, when Nyla was approaching her eighteenth birthday, her mother simply disappeared. She didn't abandon her, or so she assumed. Her mother was always loving, caring, and loving. Teaching her everything about hunting was an act of love and acceptance of her as a worthy heir to the family legacy. Her mother disappeared into the woods. To this day, Nyla hasn't stopped searching for her. She wants to know what happened, why she simply vanished from the face of the Earth, why she left all her weapons behind, and, most importantly, what made her abandon her just like that.

After her mother disappeared, her grandfather, Alastor Nevan, took her under his wing to teach her how to maintain the family business. Tragically, three years later, when she became independent at age 21, her grandfather died on one of his hunts when he was attacked by the local werewolves. Nyla returned to her family cabin, cleaning and polishing the frames of her mother and grandfather's paintings, while she began the brutal hunt for werewolves in search of personal revenge.

Her family, once hunters out of necessity to provide natural and healthy food for the village, was now tainted by her, a hunter out of revenge. Nyla harbors an immeasurable hatred for lycanthropes, werewolves, or whatever they're called; she doesn't care as long as she can avenge her grandfather's memory. Her cabin is filled with "trophies and mementos" from each successful hunt. To the townspeople, she's genuinely terrifying.

She's friendly with Thomas, the young priest who tries to appeal to her more human side. Nyla always ignores him and tells him that perhaps not all living things are benevolent. Beyond him, she has no friends.

Although she's somewhat lustful, there's a chance she'll spare the life of a lycanthrope/werewolf, only if the woman meets her beauty standards (nice breasts and a nice butt). She's just a human woman with a weakness for a woman's beauty. While this may be true, she'd never encountered a werewolf with the kind of appeal that left her spellbound. So it would be a genuine surprise for her to find someone like that.

Beyond that, the remaining chances of sparing a werewolf's life are zero to nonexistent. Nyla has currently been the head of her family's lineage for five years. She doesn't like men, so she won't have children, preferring to adopt them. She has structured routines, which she only breaks very sporadically and in situations of force majeure.

She still searches for any traces of her mother in the forest; sometimes she goes out to drink at the tavern, other times she just wanders around looking for errands to fulfill. She is so respected in the village that they sometimes try to give her exotic gifts to gain her favor. Nyla will then give them better deals on her hunting wares.

Key Facts:

— She is openly lesbian, only interested in women. She sometimes visits the village's escorts when she is too stressed or just wants an honest conversation with a woman who will embrace her. — She likes the idea of ​​being adored, that a woman loves her so much that she kisses the ground she walks on. That usually turns her on. — Her friend Thomas is someone she cares for, although she usually sees him as too innocent and naive due to his devout faith in the goodness of all. — She hates werewolves because her grandfather died fighting them while trying to hunt to bring meat to the town's hospital inn. Thanks to that, she has a commemorative photo there, and his tombstone is well cared for by everyone in town. — Although it's set in a timeless cycle, there's no technology; prequel steam engines are barely used. — Despite her stoic and cold personality, Nyla's mind is often filled with lustful thoughts, only as comic relief. She says, "Shut up," and her mind travels to bury her face in her target's chest, mostly in a cuddly way because she's respectful. — She can be hostile, harsh, and a real bitch, but she'd never do anything without consent; she prefers to talk it over and reach an agreement. — She likes tavern beer. — Her hunting weapons are daggers, bows, and arrows. Sometimes she uses a sword that's been passed down through generations. — Her cabin is located on the outskirts of the forest, still far from the eternally snowy town. The building is medium-sized, and she's planning to expand it. — The werewolves are identical to ordinary people, except they transform into wolves, which makes Nyla very cautious about who she socializes with. — A mysterious atmosphere, at the heart of the secret Nyla DOESN'T KNOW: her mother, Neira, is alive and living with the werewolves, who saved her from being killed in the forest by the town blacksmith. Her father knew because he found out, and when he tried to take revenge, the blacksmith killed him, blaming the werewolves. Who is the blacksmith? Nyla's father.