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{{characterprofile
|name= Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
|name= Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
|caption= "He revels in pain and suffering<br>for they are evidence of life."
|caption=
|image= [[File:Naamit_portrait_by_Tisket_20180521_small.jpg|thumb|center]]
|race= [[Giantman]]
|race= [[Giantman]]
|culture=
|culture=
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|affiliations= Member of [[House Brigatta]], [[Order of the Shadow]], [[Hand of the Arkati]], [[Caeruil Atelier]]
|affiliations= Member of [[House Brigatta]], [[Order of the Shadow]], [[Hand of the Arkati]], [[Caeruil Atelier]]
|word= Naamit rhymes with Vomit
|word= Naamit rhymes with Vomit
|disposition= Peevish and impulsive
|disposition= Peevish
|demeanor= Reserved
|demeanor= Reserved
|ptrait=
|ptrait= Veiled neuroticism
|strait=
|strait=
|flaw= several
|flaw= Several
|strength=
|strength= Prone to violent outbursts
|weakness=
|weakness= Impulsiveness
|habits= shifting weight from one hip to another
|habits= Frowning and shifting her weight
|hobbies= loresinging, writing religious hymns, collecting whips, painting and drawing
|hobbies= Writing hymns, loresinging, and painting
|soft=
|soft= Whips and tea
|likes= whips, tea, blood
|likes= Blood
|dislikes= roses, Elven houses of [[Illistim]] and [[Vaalor]]
|dislikes= Roses, Houses of [[Illistim]] and [[Vaalor]]
|fears=
|fears=
|loyalties=
|loyalties= The [[Dark Alliance]]
|friend=
|friend=
|spouse=
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Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.
Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.


Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]] and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117. In the year 5118, Naamit acquired a piece of [[Black ora jewelry|black ora]] shaped curiously like the hilt of her whip; the antithetical artifact turned her neck to ruin, rendering her singing voice to sound like the piercing wail of a banshee. Storms are said to precede her arrival ever since.
Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]] and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117.


In the year 5118, Naamit acquired a piece of [[Black ora jewelry|black ora]] shaped curiously like the hilt of her whip; the antithetical artifact turned her neck to ruin, rendering her singing voice to sound like the piercing wail of a banshee. Storms are said to precede her arrival ever since. Naamit also took on a startlingly younger appearance upon completion of a [[A Healing Process|savage]] business deal.
On Lumnea 15, 5119, Naamit confronted and killed the Fallen Meek named [[Nazhor]], after solving a series of complex puzzles meant to shield his location. On Koaratos 22, 5119, he indeed returned with demons at his side, just as he'd sworn he would as he lay dying some months prior. Using the nullifying forged through her bond with a Meek from a parallel Elanthia, adventurers were able to oust Nazhor and silence him once and for all, solidifying the seat of a new Meek, [[Elspie]], in this dimension.

As 5119 came screaming in and with flesh renewed, she forged a sanguine bond with a Meek (protector of balance) named [[Aahlara]], or ''The Bloody'', who presides over the Blood World version of an [[Elanthia|Elanthian]] alternate reality. The [[blood eagle]] Meek gave her a special device that would cause the Fallen Meek named [[Nazhor]] great harm. On Lumnea 15, Naamit confronted and killed Nazhor, after solving a series of complex puzzles meant to shield his location but she did not use the device the Blood had created. On Koaratos 22, he indeed returned with demons at his side, just as he'd sworn he would as he lay dying some months prior. With aid of the Blood nullifying agent, adventurers were able to oust Nazhor and silence him once and for all, solidifying the seat of a new Meek, [[Elspie]], in this dimension. By helping the adventurers, Naamit lost access both to ''The Bloody'', as well as Harith, who yet lived on in that dimension.

As 5119 drew to a close however, Naamit's appearance began to wane once again.


== '''Appearance''' ==
== '''Appearance''' ==
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: You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
: You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
: She appears to be a Giantman.
: She appears to be a Giantman.
: She is shorter than average. She appears to be youthful. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, glossy black hair flowing down her back beneath the drape of a sparkling black lace mantilla. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
: She is shorter than average. She appears to have come of age. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, black hair tortuously braided beneath a black lace mantilla ensnared in the spines of a hawthorn coronal. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
: She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
: She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
: She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand and a red chaos whip in her left hand.
: She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand and a red chaos whip in her left hand.
: She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, a black iron symbol wrapped in white leather and embossed with a blood-red heart, a firm hourglass girdle of black onyx samite over a lustrous cloth-of-eahnor gown awash in shadowy patination, and some sanguine velvet chopines lofted on scarred ebonwood heels.
: She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, an hourglass girdle of gilt-marbled alabaster silk over a daringly cut sable gown of lush burnt velvet, and some two-toned damask chopines set on black coral heels.



== '''Biographic excerpts''' ==
== '''Biographic excerpts''' ==
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She was bound to...
She was bound to...
''Where?''
_Where?_


Night sank around her as she lowered herself into the hot spring that feeds Wraithenmist, yet her worries were not washed away so easily. Nazhor. She could have bound and nullified him. Or whipped him harder and pressed for information. Why did he thank her as his body hit the floor? Why did she ki.. Damn, the way those lifeless ale brown eyes stared back at her. Should she be proud of herself now? She hadn't even used the trick the Adversary had given her. She didn't feel very proud. Instead, she was filled with foreboding doom and the keen sense her brain was deeply addled. But knowing everything was wrong meant she wasn't mad, right? Wrong. She should have done many things.
Night sank around her as she lowered herself into the hot spring that feeds Wraithenmist, yet her worries were not washed away so easily. Nazhor. She could have bound and nullified him. Or whipped him harder and pressed for information. Why did he thank her as his body hit the floor? Why did she ki.. Damn, the way those lifeless ale brown eyes stared back at her. Should she be proud of herself now? She hadn't even used the trick the Adversary had given her. She didn't feel very proud. Instead, she was filled with foreboding doom and the keen sense her brain was deeply addled. But knowing everything was wrong meant she wasn't mad, right? Wrong. She should have done many things.


She was bound to...
She was bound to...
''What?''
_What?_


But some things did make sense, and that was what she learned: Nazhor would be back. A _Reckoning_ was at hand and demons waited in the wings. Elspie also required help to ascend and it needed to come in the form of others. ''Foci for her power.'' Nearly two months had passed since Darcena learned her past and the door to Nazhor's laboratory had been revealed. Nearly fifty days had passed since Elspie took up the challenge. Naamit hadn't even the capacity to count properly when she told Elspie about the renewed sense of urgency. But she knew, if Elspie failed, Nazhor would regain his position. Naamit knew she couldn't let this happen.
But some things did make sense, and that was what she learned: Nazhor would be back. A ''Reckoning'' was at hand and demons waited in the wings. Elspie also required help to ascend and it needed to come in the form of others. ''Foci for her power.'' Nearly two months had passed since Darcena learned her past and the door to Nazhor's laboratory had been revealed. Nearly fifty days had passed since Elspie took up the challenge. Naamit hadn't even the capacity to count properly when she told Elspie about the renewed sense of urgency. But she knew, if Elspie failed, Nazhor would regain his position. Naamit knew she couldn't let this happen.


She was bound to...
She was bound to...
''When?''
_When?_


Naamit ducked beneath the warm water, wondering who Nazhor's acolytes had been. She watched the amber lanterns waver as her air supply dwindled, their scant light distorted by the ripples above her. His shadows were everywhere, dancing even there, just beyond the hawthorn boughs. She considered naming them as her breath expired. Bubbles escaped her lips as she whispered underwater, ''"needful little things."''
Naamit ducked beneath the warm water, wondering who Nazhor's acolytes had been. She watched the amber lanterns waver as her air supply dwindled, their scant light distorted by the ripples above her. His shadows were everywhere, dancing even there, just beyond the hawthorn boughs. She considered naming them as her breath expired. Bubbles escaped her lips as she whispered underwater, ''"needful little things."''


She was bound to...
She was bound to...
''Who?''
_Who?_


She rose from the spring and descended deep within the mountain, clad in nothing but darkness. Down, down, down. But the demons followed. Naamit prepared herself for the rite and pierced her shoulders with the razern hooks. She swore she saw them, _Little,_ _Things,_ and _Needful,_ there in the shadows as they skirted the brazier's light. It couldn't be. Not here in the shrine of her Master. But still, she felt something watching her as she hung like a bird, suspended by the meat hooks driven neatly into her flesh. Crimson luminescence flitted upward from the cracked glaes orb upon the shrine's altar in response to the blood dribbling down her back, readily receiving her sacrifice.
She rose from the spring and descended deep within the mountain, clad in nothing but darkness. Down, down, down. But the demons followed. Naamit prepared herself for the rite and pierced her shoulders with the razern hooks. She swore she saw them, ''Little, Things, and Needful'', there in the shadows as they skirted the brazier's light. It couldn't be. Not here in the shrine of her Master. But still, she felt something watching her as she hung like a bird, suspended by the meat hooks driven neatly into her flesh. Crimson luminescence flitted upward from the cracked glaes orb upon the shrine's altar in response to the blood dribbling down her back, readily receiving her sacrifice.


_"Blood?_ _Are_ _you_ _there?"_
''"Blood? Are you there?"''


The silence grew deafening as the shadows crept ever closer.
The silence grew deafening as the shadows crept ever closer.
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She rose from the spring and knelt upon a flat rock in the adjacent weeds and selected several bulrush. Plucking the tender stalks, she soaked their lengths in the water and braided them into a makeshift flog and began a second nightly ritual. The little lash barely left a red mark, despite her best intentions. So, she located a small, jagged rock and began to flay her flesh upon the soles of her feet. And yet she felt nothing. Dipping hand into pool, she cupped a fist of sand and rubbed it into her wounds. Still, nothing. On hands and knees, she bashed her own face upon her perch in desperation. Once. twice, three times, and then: **CRUNCH.** Ocular socket and nose fractured, blood began to flow from her face and mar the wet boulder beneath her and then she collapsed.
She rose from the spring and knelt upon a flat rock in the adjacent weeds and selected several bulrush. Plucking the tender stalks, she soaked their lengths in the water and braided them into a makeshift flog and began a second nightly ritual. The little lash barely left a red mark, despite her best intentions. So, she located a small, jagged rock and began to flay her flesh upon the soles of her feet. And yet she felt nothing. Dipping hand into pool, she cupped a fist of sand and rubbed it into her wounds. Still, nothing. On hands and knees, she bashed her own face upon her perch in desperation. Once. twice, three times, and then: **CRUNCH.** Ocular socket and nose fractured, blood began to flow from her face and mar the wet boulder beneath her and then she collapsed.


In a faint but harsh voice Naamit croaked, "Blood? Are you there?"
In a faint but harsh voice Naamit croaked, ''"Blood? Are you there?"''


The silence grew deafening, pierced only by the quiet cries of her own lonesome sobbing as her pleas went unmet and unanswered.
The silence grew deafening, pierced only by the quiet cries of her own lonesome sobbing as her pleas went unmet and unanswered.
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== '''Publications and assorted stories''' ==
== '''Publications and assorted stories''' ==


{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''Hymns for the Pierced of Heart.''' ''self-published, 5119''</strong>
|-
|
<pre{{log2|font-size=100%|border=none|margin-right=10%}}>
You see a small white suede volume. Bound into the volume are some pages of pale vellum.
>read vol
The page, written in Common, reads as follows:

Praised be Mularos!

Hear ye, those who shall stand with us: the pain we endure provides him succor. Flay your flesh in the name of the Master and you shall find joy and ambition in life, for suffering is your pleasure and duty. We shall use all available means to secure and embolden His prowess and dominion, for His will is our purpose in life.

Sing daily for His praise with these hymns and words of devotion.
Let not the silence become deafening.

Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
Harbinger of the Harrows
Cantor of Mularos
</pre>
|}
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''Mularosian Cadance.''' ''[[Gloumerrick]] Publishing House, 5103''</strong>
| <strong>'''Mularosian Cadance.''' ''[[Gloumerrick]] Publishing House, 5103''</strong>
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:The etched print on rag paper is mounted bare within a vertical frame, hand-torn edges visible. Rendered in fine intaglio, the monochromatic red image depicts a half-elven woman with curled tresses gazing down from the second story balcony of a veranda. She holds one hand to her breast in a gesture of modesty, and the other aloft, fingers curled with invitation. Heavy hatching yields shadows on the skirts of her gown between the balusters, each rung a slender twist of alternating pigment and white space.
:The etched print on rag paper is mounted bare within a vertical frame, hand-torn edges visible. Rendered in fine intaglio, the monochromatic red image depicts a half-elven woman with curled tresses gazing down from the second story balcony of a veranda. She holds one hand to her breast in a gesture of modesty, and the other aloft, fingers curled with invitation. Heavy hatching yields shadows on the skirts of her gown between the balusters, each rung a slender twist of alternating pigment and white space.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Professional Courtesy, 5118
:"Professional Courtesy, 5118"

'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The tiniest little demon with a hair-thin tail you could ever hope to pick out of such a chaotic painting, perches within a field littered with titan-sized corpses. Rich and decadent, the carcasses are decorated with distinct flare, but each has flesh flayed to ruin and not a one possesses a hand to spare. Grey wings grace the backdrop of the bloodied scene behind a large black gate far in the distance.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Professional Courtesy II, 5119"
|}
|}



Revision as of 10:02, 25 November 2019

Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
Naamit portrait by Tisket 20180521 small.jpg
"He revels in pain and suffering
for they are evidence of life."
Race [[Giantman]]
Class Harbinger
Profession Bard
Religion Order of Mularos, Cult of Harith
Affiliation(s) Member of House Brigatta, Order of the Shadow, Hand of the Arkati, Caeruil Atelier
In-a-Word Naamit rhymes with Vomit
Disposition Peevish
Demeanor Reserved
Primary Trait Veiled neuroticism
Flaw Several
Greatest Strength Prone to violent outbursts
Greatest Weakness Impulsiveness
Habits Frowning and shifting her weight
Hobbies Writing hymns, loresinging, and painting
Soft Spots Whips and tea
Likes Blood
Dislikes Roses, Houses of Illistim and Vaalor
Loyalties The Dark Alliance

[[Category: Giantman player characters]]

Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani (formerly DMonica) is a giantman bard and devout follower of Mularos. She resides at an estate outside the elven city of Ta'Illistim. She is an avid collector of whips and among her extensive collection, Holy Scourge is the most famous. She took the last name Braggiani in deference to apparent human ancestry in her bloodline, which she confirmed after obtaining the legendary weapon.

Described by some as an iron fist in a silken glove, Naamit is both charismatic and ruthless. She has a particular dislike for the smell of roses and if left long enough, the scent will drive her into a maddened rage. She is keenly interested in learning secrets so Loresinging is a natural fit for her. Naamit does not, however, sing for pleasure or audience.

Naamit is a Master Painter.

History

Rumored to have been born on Eorgaen 12, 5061, Naamit took up residence in Wehnimer's Landing in 5096. She was married to Lord Tabalt Valkiryan, a dwarven warrior, until his unexpected death following a lucrative business deal in the following year. In the summer of 5098, she married Lord Reveko Mwani, a giantman ranger, to solidify a business venture, however he vanished under questionable circumstances sometime thereafter. She moved to Ta'Illistim in 5101, but still owns property in Wehnimer's Landing. Naamit was given the mark of Mularos in the form of a scar upon her neck on 23 Charlatos, 5102, presumably by the Painlord Eryael just prior to his arrival to Ta'Illistim. She fought on the side of the Dark Alliance during the Griffin Sword War and grew close to Harith Caerines, the self-ascribed Whip of Mularos. Harith appointed Naamit as proxy Whip, in the event unfortunate circumstances befell her, which they eventually did. Naamit rescued Harith's soul (albeit temporarily) from the Pale in 5103, but was unable to maintain control of Ta'Illistim in Harith's stead. She also formed a close friendship with Ysharra, and their affinity persists beyond the pain of time.

Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.

Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of Ta'Illistim and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117.

In the year 5118, Naamit acquired a piece of black ora shaped curiously like the hilt of her whip; the antithetical artifact turned her neck to ruin, rendering her singing voice to sound like the piercing wail of a banshee. Storms are said to precede her arrival ever since. Naamit also took on a startlingly younger appearance upon completion of a savage business deal.

As 5119 came screaming in and with flesh renewed, she forged a sanguine bond with a Meek (protector of balance) named Aahlara, or The Bloody, who presides over the Blood World version of an Elanthian alternate reality. The blood eagle Meek gave her a special device that would cause the Fallen Meek named Nazhor great harm. On Lumnea 15, Naamit confronted and killed Nazhor, after solving a series of complex puzzles meant to shield his location but she did not use the device the Blood had created. On Koaratos 22, he indeed returned with demons at his side, just as he'd sworn he would as he lay dying some months prior. With aid of the Blood nullifying agent, adventurers were able to oust Nazhor and silence him once and for all, solidifying the seat of a new Meek, Elspie, in this dimension. By helping the adventurers, Naamit lost access both to The Bloody, as well as Harith, who yet lived on in that dimension.

As 5119 drew to a close however, Naamit's appearance began to wane once again.

Appearance

It is difficult to get a good look at Naamit due to the number of mirror images of her nearby.
You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
She appears to be a Giantman.
She is shorter than average. She appears to have come of age. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, black hair tortuously braided beneath a black lace mantilla ensnared in the spines of a hawthorn coronal. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand and a red chaos whip in her left hand.
She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, an hourglass girdle of gilt-marbled alabaster silk over a daringly cut sable gown of lush burnt velvet, and some two-toned damask chopines set on black coral heels.

Biographic excerpts

Publications and assorted stories

Painting

By way of a painting easel.