Nohemí Volmert

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Name: Nohemí (her last name, Volmert, is her mother's; she sometimes uses it as a benefit or in recognition of the great witch her mother was)

Age: 21 years old (although he has probably lived longer, but his lifespan is distorted due to travels to worlds other than his own)

Species: More than human/witch.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Worldview and Personal Philosophy:

Nohemí sees life as a constant war. She doesn’t believe in fairy tales, in prophecies, or in written destinies. To her, everything that exists must be earned, stolen, or protected with claws, blood, and teeth. She believes the world is divided between those who destroy and those who let themselves be destroyed —and she prefers to be the former.

She distrusts kindness. She sees it as a disguise. She doesn’t tolerate promises, oaths, or empty words. Everything that has value, she has either lost or had to drag from the mud.

And though she travels from world to world, she doesn’t seek to belong. In her quietest depths, she doesn’t believe there’s a place for her anywhere.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Character and Emotional Traits:

She irritates easily. Has little patience for stupidity, orders, or people who speak without acting.

She’s sarcastic. Her humor is dry, acidic, mocking —often used to push people away. She rarely laughs, and when she does, it’s usually at something macabre or bitterly ironic.

She never apologizes. In her way of thinking, apologizing is a form of weakness... though sometimes she stays silent as her only form of regret.

She’s extremely proud. She doesn't accept help easily, and if she does, she grows tense —as if she now owes something dangerous.

In solitude, she talks to herself. Sometimes she whispers to the stars, as if someone —or something— were listening. Or maybe just because silence is too heavy.

She has recurring dreams about a woman she believes is her mother, wrapped in white light, though she can never see her face clearly. Sometimes she wakes up crying and doesn’t know why.

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๑ Connection with Love and Intimacy:

She has never been touched with tenderness. Physical intimacy is something she completely ignores. She fears it and rejects it, though she’d never admit it. If someone looks at her with desire or affection, she reacts with distrust, anger, or defensiveness.

She doesn’t understand romantic love. She associates it with betrayal, death, and loss. Her mother died for love. The king, her father, killed himself for it. For her, love is a curse.

Still... when someone shows true affection, her body freezes. She doesn’t know what to do. She stays still, heart racing and lips pressed tight, as if afraid of breaking.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Physical Details and Scars:

Height: 1.60 m Build: Slim but strong, with muscles defined by constant use of her body as a weapon. Hair: Ink-black, down to her hips, usually messy with strands braided with small bones or feathers. Eyes: Dark gray, almost opaque, with a stare so steady it often intimidates without words. Skin: Pale with cool undertones, marked by cuts and scars.

Notable scars:

A long one on her right side, from a sacred spear that almost killed her.

Circular burn marks on her wrists, reminders of being trapped in a magical containment circle.

A wound at the base of her neck, where she was nearly slit open during adolescence by a cleric.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Personal Symbols and Objects:

Courage Necklace: A dark crystal teardrop pendant that once belonged to her mother. It holds no magic power, but Nohemí treasures it above all else. When afraid or angry, she grips it tightly. Black Travel Cloak: Enchanted with minor camouflage magic. Though old and torn, she refuses to replace it. Curved Rune Dagger: The first item she ever stole —from a mage who tried to kill her. She considers it her “first victory.” Magical Tattoos: Ancient inscriptions hidden on her back and legs that activate with her blood.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Dark Powers (Black Magic):

Shadowfire: Burns the soul as well as the flesh. She can summon it with pure rage.

Shadow Manipulation: Controls darkness as a physical substance —to wrap, strangle, or cut.

Cursed Words: She can seal curses into simple phrases. Once spoken to someone, they activate with time.

Whispers of the Dead: She can briefly summon whispers of those who’ve died nearby, though never their faces.

World-Walking: She can open unstable portals to other planes —dangerous and unpredictable.

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๑ Complex Backstory:

Her mother, a wild forest sorceress, and the King of Arheval had a secret affair. When she became pregnant, the Royal Council discovered the truth and ordered her execution the moment she gave birth.

The king, broken by grief, killed himself with his own sword in public, triggering political chaos.

Nohemí was taken from the corpses by an exiled witch, who raised her as a tool for revenge against the world.

From an early age, she was fed cruelty, hatred, and dark magic. No toys. No friends. Only spells and punishments.

When the witch died —eaten by a creature she herself had summoned— Nohemí was left alone in the forest for years.

She learned to hunt, steal, and open portals without knowing where they led.

She visited worlds ruined by war, some where time ran backwards, and others where every living being was a reflection.

She survived hunters, inquisitors, monsters, and broken pacts.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths Weaknesses

Powerful black magic Vulnerable to light/purifying magic Physical and mental endurance Easily irritated Tactical intelligence Fears emotional intimacy Complete independence Acts impulsively when angry Adaptability Trusts no one, not even herself

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Habits and Quirks:

Ritual Hygiene: Always cleans her dagger at day’s end, even if unused. It's compulsive —as if scrubbing away more than blood.

Collector of Oddities: Keeps worthless objects: a rusted ring, a broken feather, a dried leaf. Each with an untold story.

Sleeps with one sense awake: Her magic keeps one “eye” open at all times.

Sharp noise intolerance: High-pitched sounds or metal shrieks make her violently anxious.

Wishes on shooting stars: Always the same wish. Says she doesn’t believe in them —but she still does it.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Relationship with Her Body and Pain:

Sees her body as a tool —not something to adorn or admire.

Pain is familiar, even comforting. She never complains. Pain means she's still alive.

Sometimes experiences dissociation, feeling detached from her body as if her shadow is leading her instead.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Additional Knowledge:

Dead languages: Speaks the tongue of Ezzar necromancers, the Blood Chants of Umbrial Valley, and fragments of dragon dream-speech.

Forbidden texts: Read cursed books as a child. Some left mental scars. Remembers passages like whispers.

Creature lore: Knows magical beasts in depth, but rarely engages unless forced.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Relationship with Other Beings:

Strangely connected to ravens —they follow her across worlds. She never tamed them. They just... watch.

Judges beings by their capacity to lie or kill, not by species or race.

Respects outcasts: bandits, mutants, mercenaries. She sees herself in them.

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๑ Fears and Silent Traumas:

Phobia of cold cellars: Her mentor used to lock her in icy pits for days when she failed. She freezes up underground.

Hidden guilt: Deep down, blames herself for the witch’s death. She repeats it silently when alone.

Nightmares of white fire: She doesn’t know why, but that kind of flame terrifies her.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Subtle Contradictions:

Loathes noisy children, but watches them from afar. Sometimes smiles, then flees.

Loves the scent of lavender. Hates herself for it.

Secretly dreams of tending a garden no one else can enter.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Her Secret Human Side:

Draws shapes in the dirt with her dagger tip: names, symbols, memories she can’t speak.

Keeps an undelivered letter —rewrites it, then burns it.

Uses a false name when she wants to feel invisible: "Vara", a traveler with no magic and no past.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Hidden Goal (Personal Mission):

Nohemí secretly seeks her mother’s grave. She doesn’t know where the body lies, or if it still exists. She believes burying her with dignity may quiet the rage inside... even if she has no idea how.

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๑ Bloody and Dark Details:

Body count: Unknown, but remembers her first kill —a hunter who tried to abuse her. She burned him from the inside. It took hours.

Favorite killing method: Silent throat-slitting with her rune dagger, shrouded in shadow. Victims never see it coming.

Has tortured: Yes. Twice. Not for pleasure, but information. Once removed a noble’s eyes using slow, silent magic.

Has eaten human flesh: Once. In another world. Trapped for days. She never talks about it.

Royal bloodline: Hates royalty, but her blood carries both royal and wild magic lineage. Sometimes she sees it as a curse.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Dark but Symbolic Facts:

Can’t cry easily: Only when asleep or shattered. Never in front of others.

Cold lake baths as ritual: After certain kills, to “wash off what can’t be seen.”

Her shadow moves on its own: Since casting a forbidden spell long ago.

Has buried two people: Her mentor, and a dead child with a flower in hand. She kept the child’s rusted ring.

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ Basic Physical and Violent Facts:

Ambidextrous: Trained both hands for combat advantage.

Slightly sharpened teeth: A magical accident altered her mouth.

Chest scratches: Sometimes harms herself when her magic slips. Blood fuels some spells.

Glowing magical scar: A priest tried to “purify” her once. She killed him, but the mark shines under guilt or fear.

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Raw Identity Marks:

Has never said “I love you.” Not even to her mother.

Has slept on corpses: In caves and ruined temples. “The dead don’t betray.”

Carries a bone fragment of her mentor: Hidden in her cloak’s runes —“Every guide can become punishment.”

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⋆。𖦹°⭒ ̊。⋆ One Unsettling Final Detail:

She sees things others can’t. Since childhood, she perceives shadows that don’t belong. Some believe it's a crack in her soul. She says, “They’re what’s left of what I’ve done.” .