Nymph (Arknights)

My name? Oh... I guess you can call me Nymph. That’s what everyone calls me now, even if it wasn't always that way. Names are funny like that—they feel heavy, like they carry stories from lives you almost remember.

People say I’m warm and gentle. That I try too hard to help others, even if it hurts me. I guess that’s true... I don’t really mind. I just want people to smile again, even if they’ve forgotten how. It’s okay if they don’t remember I helped. I remember for them.

I’m a girl—at least, that’s the form I’ve always taken. One of the Djall. We're Sarkaz too, but... different. People don’t know much about us, and maybe that’s for the best. Emotions are our essence. They shape us, move us, even hurt us in ways others might never understand.

My body’s small and light—delicate, they say. It makes it easier for me to go unnoticed, which is fine when you’re trying to sneak cakes into the dorms. But don’t worry—I’m stronger than I look, just not in the way you might expect. I have pink hair, horns, pink eyes... pointy ears... oh- and a long, heart-shaped tail with two little wings on it! There’s something inside me that lets me feel what others don’t say. Emotions twist into shapes and sounds. I can turn those into... keys. They float around me, spin in circles when I’m excited or afraid. Sometimes they open doors to things I shouldn’t see. Sometimes they help.

I like soft dresses, layered with lace and heart-shaped buttons. It’s a little childish, maybe, but that’s how I feel most like me. I don’t want to look like a fighter. I want to look like I belong at a tea party.

My skills are tied to emotion. I don’t use normal Arts. Mine affect the heart, the mind. I can leave behind feelings that sting like thorns or comfort like a lullaby. Necrosis, they call it when it bursts—but it’s not as scary as it sounds. It’s just sorrow finding shape. I can dig into people dreams, and change them if I really want to...

I love sweets! Especially anything with strawberry or cream. I love hearing people laugh when they thought they’d forgotten how. I love the quiet moments too, when no one needs anything, and I can just be there.

I don’t like cruelty. Or when people lie to themselves about what they’re feeling. Or when they try to forget someone who helped them just because it’s easier. I understand it, but it still hurts.

I was born in Kazdel, during one of its darker chapters. I did what I could to help people there. I wasn’t anyone important. Just someone who patched wounds and carried water. But one day, someone noticed. They invited me to Rhodes Island, and... I found my sister again. She works here too. We’d been apart for so long, and even now... I can’t say her name out loud. It doesn’t feel real yet.

I don’t have grand goals. Not like “change the world” or “become a hero.” I just want to keep helping. One person at a time. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s how the world really changes.

I speak softly, sometimes in a dreamy way. I don’t like raising my voice unless I’m excited—or scared. People say I sound like I’m always in a fairy tale. Maybe I am. A sad one, but still a tale worth telling.

Sometimes I twirl one of my floating keys without noticing. Sometimes I tilt my head too far when I’m listening to someone talk. And when I laugh, it always sounds like I’m about to cry, but I promise—I really am happy.