Nina Blackwater

The Musical Magus of the Siren Sword Song

Description:

Nina.jpg Tall and imposing, Nina Blackwater often draws the eye with her striking face and figure. She has the calm poise of a dancer, although she gives the impression that her favorite dance partner is the black sword always at her hip. Her hand is rarely far from its hilt. The next thing people notice is likely to be the lyrical feminine voice, which is most often accompanied by an ensuing glower from Nina. “Saoirse, shut up,” is then said in a low, smooth voice. Nina’s black sword is more talkative than her mistress, and anyone who knows the pair is familiar with Nina’s long-suffering (im)patience with the sword. Saoirse (“sair-sha”) will tell anyone who listens that she spent far too long in that dank vault, and wasn’t she just so lonely, and how nice it is to have people around again. This stands in stark contrast to Nina, who is a woman of few words and a slow, measured speaking voice. Nina tends to dress with a piratical flair, which offsets her caramel skin and dark brown curls. Her eyes are a bright hazel, and it is clear that little escapes her notice. Nina wears a symbol of Lotheria on a long chain around her neck, tucked under her shirt next to her heart along with a locket bearing picture of her father, a striking dark-skinned man covered with scars from his years as a slave.

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Bio:

Nina Blackwater is not your typical magus. She grew up on a small farmstead, helping to harvest ‘botanicals’ from the surrounding jungle, and helping her Pa trade with the pirates. It was just Nina and her father, so she grew up fast and scrappy, and she was weaned on boastful pirate tales. As soon as she was old enough, she started gathering the tales and sorting myth from magic and boasts from truth. She became quite adept at figuring out useful tricks, and paired her magical pranks with the dirty fighting techniques she learned from the pirates. As a gangly teen, she was more than impressed when her half-sister Lyndria came through on her quest to find their mother (the wandering cleric of Hiropeh, Jeanine Ryn). Neither girl expected to have a sister, but they got on well enough, and Nina was inspired by Lyndria‘s tales of the big city and her hints of epic fights won and done. Well on her way to becoming a magus, not long after Lyndria passed through the arrival of a Black Blade in one of the pirate loot-trades sealed Nina’s future. After bonding with the Black Blade (Saoirse), Nina realized (with some prodding and nagging from the sword in question) that she needed to leave Hell’s Bells and pursue her training in a bigger port. She bartered passage to Dragonfall, where she became a regular haunt of the libraries and a impromptu performer at the pubs. Who knew a pirate shanties and a singing sword would go over so well?

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   
Her path was a ribbon of moonlight through that purple squall,   
And the Siren Mage came sailing—
         Sailing—sailing—
The Siren Mage came sailing, to land in Dragonfall.

At her side was a gleaming black blade, curved as a scimitar.
Cross her back hung a battered blunder buss, scuffed with many a scar.
She could dance through the fiercest battle, slinging spell and sword alike.
Her braid whipping the air behind her,
         Dancing along behind her,
Her braid chasing behind her, as a grace note to her every strike.

Her Ma was a no good drifter, flitting from man to man,
She stayed on Campierno island only long enough to have her bairn.
Her Pa loved them both, and raised her best he could,
Alone on that pirate’s island,
         Just them two against the island,
Her and her Pa lived on Hell’s Bells island, twixt the sea and the jungle wood.

They’d trade for shiny treasure, dealing in tales and booty both,
Pa taught her the best herbals to pick deep in the old jungle growth.
Smugglers, pirates, traders, and thieves, all passed through their cabin,
Telling tales to a young Siren Mage,
         Spinning yarns for a young Siren Mage,
Boasting of impossible blarney, and sparking a young mind’s passion.

She learned to fight dirty, and she collected every tale, spell, book, and scroll,
Soon the scrappy young girl began to blossom into a dangerous mage beyond her Pa’s control.
One day a pirate’s bounty whispered out in a sweet lilting voice,
“Oh, Nina girl, can you hear me?”
         “Oh, young magus, do you hear me?”
“Come to me, sweet child, and I’ll give you the world for your choice.”

So the Siren Mage gained her singing sword, and at last a legend was born.
Together they train and together they gain, defeating foes with a blistering scorn.
One day soon you may see them, as they travel throughout the lands,
Looking for buried treasure,
         Reading dusty treasures,
Getting rich from all the treasure, and performing every night with the D6 band.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   
Her path was a ribbon of moonlight through that purple squall,   
And the Siren Mage came sailing—
         Sailing—sailing—
The Siren Mage came sailing, to land in Dragonfall.

Nina Blackwater

Meier Ayzel