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Name: Khiyama Liam
Nickname: Call her Kitten
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-seven
Height: 5'11
Weight: 125 lbs
Build: Lithe, thin, and though not the most feminine of women, she does have some curves.
Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Light blue; so light infact, it appears to be white.

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Personality: Khiyama is silent, and cold most of the time. She is highly intelligent, and has a dry humor. She is witty, and tends to make cutting remarks about a person. She is seen as mean, and hateful. But in all reality, she hates few people, and only acts mean. She is at times, very distant, as if lost in horrid memories. Behind her cold eyes, lies a warm heart that is gaurded with the iciest of steel. Khiyama has a weakness for children, and will gaurd them by all means possible, why, she has not the slightest clue.
Strenghts/Talents: Khiyama's main strengths lie in her physical abilities. She is almost inhumanly agile, and very strong. She has an amazing sense of hearing, and very sharp eyesight. She is quite skilled in combat, though she usually tries to avoid it. She can with stand horrid amounts of pain, which also happens to be a flaw. Khiyama's main 'talent' is that she can play the piano most beautifully. She can almost paint a picture with her music.
Weakness/Flaws: Though she is intelligent, she is rather hot headed, and when in battle, rarely does she plan things out. This, as you can imagine, can lead to difficulties. Though she can with stand great ammounts of pain, this is a dangerous aspect to her, merely because she refuses to accept help when injured, and can push herself to the point where she collapses in exhaustion and blinding pain. Khiyama finds it difficult to trust any one, due to her past.

Likes:
1. Children
2. The sea
3. Lillies
4. Dancing in the moonlight
5. Rain

Dislikes:
1. Men
2. Prideful people
3. Wearing dresses
4. Idiots
5. Shakespear's "Romeo and Juliet"



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Family (Parents/Siblings):
Father:: Kennith Liam
Mother:: Heather Liam
Siblings:: None

Marec Lokian:: He called her friend when no one else would
Past: Khiyama was born into a world of turmoil. All she ever knew was pain, and the will to survive. Her father was a horrible man, who would beat her to vent his anger, and would rape her mother repetitively. In fact, Khiyama still believes she is a product of rape, not love. Perhaps that is why she joined Marec. But before she met him, life was nearly unbearable. One hears stories of horrid childhoods. True, there could be worse, but hers was truly terrifying. Her neighbors heard her screams at night, and heard her mother’s pleas. But no one cared. Khiyama’s only friend was a dog she called Hime. She would sit by the river, and talk to that dog for hours about random topics, but never about her life. Those hours were for escape, not realization. That fish would sit there dumbly and act as though it was listening, just as long as it got a piece of meat. That poor thing died after twelve long years of life. She wept that day she found the dead creature, for the first time she had in years. As she wept, the rain fell down softly, and seemingly wrapped itself around her. Khiyama loved the rain after that day. Her mother told her that it was her gift to her, since she could not buy her a real gift.

The people of her village were all horrible, and abused her mentally just as much as her father did physically. They would whisper awful things about her just loud enough so that she would hear. They thought she was a witch, and treated her so. The people of that village were superstitious and hated the unknown. They believed her father was right to torment her and her mother so, because of the mere fact they were different. Her mother tried her hardest to love Khiyama, and care for her, but her smile was just as shattered as her spirit, and she could offer very little to Khiyama. So instead, Khiyama acted the part of a mother to the broken woman. She tended to her when she was sick, and held her as she cried. As her father went out to the mines, Khiyama would dress her mother, and put her make up on, so that they could go out to the market. Since Khiyama worked on the streets performing simple tricks, she always had some kind of pocket change on her, and she would be able to buy her mother something pretty and some lunch. Though, there was one time, when Khiyama’s mother surprised her, and traded her wedding ring for a simple necklace that Khiyama found utterly beautiful. A wonderful jade pendant hung from a simple black cord. It didn’t match any part of Khiyama’s clothing, but it suited her. She hid it from everyone, and only let Hime see the treasure. That night, her mother was beat horribly for “losing” her ring. Khiyama hid in the corner, cursing herself for taking the gift.

Every time they went out, horrid whispers were said behind their backs. Khiyama ignored the whispers that swirled about as they walked the streets for her mother’s sake. Her mother never even heard them, for every time she saw something pretty, her eyes would light up like a child’s. Of course, if their outings had to be kept secret. The people, at least were kind enough never to tell her father of them, other wise Khiyama is sure she wouldn’t be alive today.

Really, the only two beings Khiyama truly cared for in that part of the world were Hime and that broken woman she called mom. Her father was a despicable, greedy bastard, who deserved none of what he had, and the town’s people were just as terrible. Finally, she ran away. She ran until her legs could no longer carry her. It was the night her mother died. It was indeed her father who killed the woman, and may have killed Khiyama as well. Her mother’s smile as death finally took her was enough to make Khiyama vomit and stayed with her even as she ran. And as she collapsed along the shoreline, she vowed never to be weak again, and never to allow any being to treat her the way her father had. It was then she met Marec for the first time. She knew he wanted to kill her, but as they spoke, something happened. Khiyama still doesn’t know what exactly happened to his mind, but it went into a state of utter chaos. Khiyama helped him the best she could, ignoring the fact he was shaking uncontrolably, and had a tight hold on her arm. As he finally came to, she left him, to go to the village, for reasons she couldn’t explain. That is where she met Lexi; her mentor. She was never very fond of the emotionless mage, but did it matter? The mage took her in and taught her how to hone the magic within her, and around her. As any mage, she learned how to use her magic against her foes; mainly the element of water. She learned how to cure others and herself, and how to deal a deadly blow to all who oppose her. But she did not only learn magic at Lexi’s side. She learned how to truly think, write, play the piano, and read. She learned how to fight, and parry deadly blows. Lexi taught Khiyama more then any one ever could have. At Lexi’s side, she became a warrior, a mage, and an intellect. A deadly combination.

Khiyama left Lexi at the age of sixteen, wandering about. That is when she met Marec for a second time. He was kind to her, and for a reason she’ll never know, asked her to join him. As the sun set, she made a pact to Marec, and joined him. He was a rouge, and an assasin who only lived to kill others. She and him killed many innoncents, something she isnt proud of. When she turned twenty two, she left him, with out a word. She now wanders about aimlessly, forever guilty about her sins.

Orientation: Though she dislikes men with a passion, she has no love interest in women either. So, she is heterosexual. Perhaps a man could win her heart if he tried?
Other: Not as of yet.

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Name: Nemo Killam
Nickname: Call her anything but my Queen or Milady.
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty six
Height: 5'10
Weight: 110 lbs
Build: Nemo is slender, and graceful. She has a very feminine build, and usually wears clothes to show it.
Eye Color: Peridote (xD Even though in the piccie they arent. We'll just say they are =3)
Hair Color: Black

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Personality: Nemo is a stubborn woman, who is never willing to give in. She tends to be loud and excentric when around loved ones. How ever, she has a rather mature streak in her, which allows her to govern her land. Like her brother, she has a very strong sense of loyalty. But, she will never be a pawn. She refuses to bite her tounge, and is wary of people she finds untrustworthy. Nemo, though able to cheer some one up, has major trouble giving out advice, and dealing with sad moments. She has a quick temper, and can be rather sarcastic. When in a foul mood, one should do their best to avoid her bad side. Nemo is rather intelligent, and a good strategist.

Strenghts/Talents: Nemo is an accomplished fighter, and amazing necromancer, and a very good runner. Though, dont assume that makes her a cold warrior. Oh no. While her physical and magical abilities are great, her true strength lies in her mental abilities. She is amazing with children, and knows how to make a person smile. She is trusting, and full of hope, allowing her to go on.
Weakness/Flaws: Remember that part in her personality description about being wary of some one she finds to be untrustworthy? Well, it is hard for her to find many people like that. She finds herself too trusting at times. Which will turn out to be a problem on of these days. Nemo is the type to push herself to the limit, which might just be the death of her one of these days. Though a great necromancer, and an accomplished warrior, she isnt the strongest of people, and could be taken down easily by someone larger then herself, or even faster. When in battle using multiple (and by multiple I mean like one hundred.) Dolls as she calls them, she is extremely vunerable and if not paying attention can and will be taken down with the simplest of attacks. She is at her weakest in battle truly; for that is when she is controlling her Dead Dolls and fighting for her people at the same time, expending much energy. After a battle, one might find her sleeping under a tree. Rain is also a bad thing; for it weakens her dolls greatly, helping them decay faster and such. She needs good bodies, not skeletons.
Likes:
1. Singing and dancing
2. Children
3. A good book
4. Romance
5. Wine

Dislikes:
1. Traitors
2. Ignorance
3. Fish
4. Gambling
5. People who give in



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Family (Parents/Siblings):
Father:: Robert Killam
Mother:: Inez Killam
Siblings:: Omen Killam

Past: Nemo wasn't always a strong Queen. Infact, she was once a frail child whom couldn't spend a day outside with out spending another week in bed. She was always ill, and no matter what her dear brother did for her, she simply wouldn't become healthy once more. They lived in the Neverian Mountains, alone. Their parents had loved them both dearly, and did what they could for them. At least thats what Omen had always said. Their mother and father died before Nemo was old enough to remember much about them. To this day, she wonders if they were ever woth lamenting over; afterall, Omen was enough to make her smile when she was younger. Even when she was in bed with a spell, Omen would do everything he could to make her smile. He would perform puppet shows for her, read her books, sing songs that he made up (Not very well might I add). His songs ere always about the Great Nemo, supposed fictional heroine, who's beauty out matched even that of the Goddess'. The Great Nemo had many adventures, and was loved by all. Nemo only wished she could be that strong, so that Omen could live his own life, instead of living life to look out for her. She hated the fact that even though he wanted to become a Warrior, he wouldn't. He wouldn't, for her sake. She did her best to become stronger, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

One day, she was feeling exeptionally well, and was cooking a meal for Omen, though she couldn't gurantee how good it would be. She was humming one of her older brother's tunes as she as chopping leeks for the stew, and a smile was set upon her lips. But before she knew it, the door flew open and strange men rushed in. They began throwing things and rumaging through everything. Everything was a blur. She remembers being lifted from the ground, and greedy eyes baring into her. She remebers the fear in her heart, but the refusal to speak or move. She refused to scream, so maybe it would be easier on Omen. But before anything happened to her, she fell to the ground. A flash of silver, and the feel of a warm liquid upon her face. Then, merely darkness.

Nemo awoke in a strange new place. The temple... That was where she was. Though she didn't know it at the time, the years spent in the temple would be her last with Omen. She was nine years old when the man named Thel took them in. He was the one who had saved them. Apparently Omen put up a fight, which caught Thel's attention. Thel was a great Warrior, and without hesitation took Omen in as an apprentice, which made Nemo happier then she had ever been. A Healer by the name of Brok lived in the same temple, and gave Nemo a sweet drink everday for two years, which in turn, cured her seemingly permanatley of her illness. When Nemo was eleven, she witnessed a woman bring a rabbit back to life for a small child in the Temple's garden. Nemo knew then and there she was meant to be a Necromancer. The woman's name was Izabelle, and she was reluctant to take Nemo in as an apprentice, though, Nemo was persitant and with in six months was the woman's apprentice. Nemo was stubborn, and there for a diligent student. Along with Necromancy, the woman taught the girl how to read and write. Nemo even learned ancient scriptures. Within two years, Nemo was creating weaker Dolls created from corpses of large dogs and such, but Dolls nonetheless. Nemo never got to proud of her work, and instead drove herself further, so that she could one day be a true Necromancer. Izabella admired the girl for her spirit, but feared she may get obsessed with the art. Nemo never did though. It was merely her profession. She planned on joining the army with Omen, so that she could fight alongside him. That didn't go so well though. But that will be explained later. As well as learning the art of Necromancy, Omen would teach Nemo how to wield a sword and how to fight. Like with Necromancy, she learned well, and dilgently. Though it took her a while longer. By the time she was sixteen, she was a skilled swordsman, and a skilled Necromancer. That didnt mean however that she was going to call it done. She stopped her lessons with Omen, after he had deemed her almost as good as him, so that she could focus fully on her learning of Necromancy. The days were long, and grueling. But Nemo refused to give in, though several times she nearly collapsed from exhaustion as a human Doll came to be. It went on like this for three more years, untill Izabelle deemed her a full fledged Necromancer. Infact, Izabelle told Nemo she was perhaps the best she had seen in a long time. Nemo only smiled shyly at the compliments and asked Omen where they were going next. But Omen refused to let her go with him. He refused to put her in danger. Nemo was furious with him, but pressed no further. There was no point in arguing with him, his mind was set on it. So, a month after he departed to Lokia, Nemo left for Skadya.

Upon arriving in the country, Nemo learned of a competition. This competition was being held by the dying King; the winner would recieve his throne, for he had no heir to take it. Nemo, wishing to be apart of this competion, kicked her horse into a full gallop, and rode for four days. She reached the capitol just in time. The registrations were going to close with in an hour. The first battle began tommorow. Fortunatley, she wasn't schedualed to fight untill three days afterwards. The first two days, she rested in an inn. The third day, was her time. She was up against a big burly man from Lokia, and she knew the battle would be easy.
Nemo, an hour before the battle, found a dead dog upon the street. That would be here first Doll that ever won a battle for her. The dog had died merely hours before, and had a strong body. Nemo used a strong spell upon the body, making it her "ally." She walked into the arena, the Doll by her side, with only her sword. The big man laughed and taunted her. Nemo merely batted her eyelashes and as the battle begun, shouted her anceint words, more for dramatic effect then anything, commanding the Doll to charge. . As the Doll lunged, its horrid teeth bared, Nemo raised her sword. The man, for his credit, did block the Doll's first attack. But he wasn't so lucky afterwards. The Doll went for his shoulder, and latched on. As the man flailed about, he hit it several times over, cracking the skull. Nemo, tilting her head to the side, gave it another command. The Doll let go, and pushed off. Snarling, the Doll let out on awful howl before lunging once more. The man screamed and ran at the Doll. Nemo ran a hand through her hair and smirked, as the Doll leapt once more, this time, landing behind the man. As the man turned, the Doll grabbed hold the back of his ankle, biting onto the achiles tendon. The man dropped his weapon and cried out in pain as the jaws of the Doll held fast. The man was actually scared for his life. The Doll only had him by the ankle! Instead of snapping the achiles, the Doll pulled him to the ground, and stepped onto his chest. All Nemo had to do was say the word and he was dead. But she had already one. Slowly, she walked to man and he Doll with a smirk. "Etey." She muttered, commanding it to step away from him. Tilting her head she batted her eyelashes and said, "Give up yet?"

After that, she buried the Doll after washing her mark off of its paw. Every battle that proceeded was simple, and easily won. Even when she fought other Necromancers, they were defeated with in a half hours time. The last battle however, one day and half of a night. But the details, wont be revealed as of now. We all know she won in the end, and became Queen. During the competition, word had spread about the Necromancer who came from seemingly no where. The people who came to witness it all cheered for her. She had to admit, the sound of people routing for her was a pleasant one. And so, as she advanced further and further into it, she began to fight for those who called her name out as she battled. They were now her people; even id she hadn't have won. Skadya was now her home. When she met the king, she told him this, which made the old man smile. He said he was proud, to leave his crown to such a strong woman. The day she was given the crown, and the throne, was also the day the King died. As she stepped out, to greet her people, tears streamed down her face. She hadn't known the man long, but. It was still sad. Besides, she didn't know, if she could take his place. So, she stood at her gate, level with the people who now knew her as Queen and announced his death. The next day, he was set off to see, in pyre. Nemo had little trouble gaining her people's trust. She treated them as equals, and as friends. She would wander about in the marketplaces, and visit various people. Her servants were to be treated with respect. And above all else, she made it clear class was not an issue in Skadya. Every one was merely human.

Then, five years later, war was declared. By her brother's country. She hadn't heard from him in so long... and when she finnally recieved word from him, its to declare war! And not only that, but place blame upon her people that never should have been. She was furious with him, for believing such lies, and quickly took action. If it was war his precious king wanted, it was war he would get. Her brother, the man who had once taken care of her, was now the man that led an army of people to kill her own. Casting aside all her wants, all her memories, she led her own people into battle. The day they departed she told them this, "Kill as little men as you can. Render most of them useless. Leave the rest to me."



Orientation: Nemo is heterosexual
Other: Not as of yet.