whims and pixies!! 〉〉OPHELIER
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖑 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Ophelier Eine
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Ophie
PRONUNCIATION: Oh * feel * e * air Eye * n𝐀𝐆𝐄: Twenty-nine. In human form, they appear in their late teens, early twenties
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: [Fill in Forest Name Later Bc I’m A Goofy Goober And Never Discussed This]
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: Born under the Virgo sun, with their tree-spot a perfect circle. Date: 17th of September𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Nimms, in general, do not hold gender as a concept. By human standard, Ophie would likely identify as gender non-conforming. As all Nimms use the English equivalent to “they/them” are pronouns for each other, those are Ophie’s pronouns.
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄: Nimm𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋: Sora Choi
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒:
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖: high-strung, self-soothing, easily flustered, introspective, healing, social, incredibly honest, unaware of social cues, quick to anger but only about silly things, wholesome, finicky, adventurous, protective, empathetic
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: new things, naps, a snack or two, rustling of leaves, smell of spring, pleasantries, trees, the sound of shuffling of wings, talking to others (especially her chosen spruce, Monty), Ceremonies, and time spent looking at the skyline above the forest, studying the castles in the distance.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Her family’s bickering, dinner time, when the sun goes down, chilly weather, the smell of humans, the stickiness of tears on her cheeks, blushing, and all around looking like a dunce.𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Guarding Monty, leaf-collaging (it’s where you make a picture out of leaves; their most common pictures are usually of skylines and horizons), drink-mixing (the Nimm-equivalent of bar-tending), and changing their hair.
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒: constantly fussing with hair to make weird shapes, fluttering wings to make prismatic shapes with the sunlight, tapping Morse code into Monty in hopes he will one day tap back with a branch.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒: Humans. The King’s army and hunters, in particular. Old ladies are fine; they tend to give out pastries. Kids are a bit of a toss up, but generally well-liked by Ophie.𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃: With Monty and at their parents’ trees, Inker and Tink, where their home is. Also, serving up drinks for her family or for whatever party is happening at the First Tree, which is their sort of home-base/town.
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖:
⠀⠀ Coming soon𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
⠀⠀ When Ophie Eine came to be, they were born as number one of seven, which amounted to the weight of six Nimms being pressed against her shoulders from the age of seven and onward. Her parents, while charming and brave, lacked the proper skill to child-rear, and largely, they left it up to Ophie to become the third parent in the mix. Even now, they forget that she is not yet a full-grown adult in the eyes of their forestries, and they seem to believe Opehlier is capable of protecting everyone and everything from potential harm, from her smallest sibling to a great evergreen like Monty. Hell, they would probably see the First Tree on fire and send dear Ophie to tartar the fire.|=(This point is for my own notes; don’t feel compelled to read if by any chance you want to be surprised by some of the details of the spell cast on Ophie) ⠀⠀ What Ophelier does not know is that her Ma and Pa finagled a deal with a witch (terms of endearment caught from Men; please, don’t get confused as Nimms are still genderless in nature. One is simply used to distinguish the other, and other this distinction is not even based on sex but rather what the firstborn called each parent first). Madame Middlemarch, an infamous spell-caster to the region, provided a much-needed service to the Eine bloodline. It happened when Pa, known as Erilde, was captured by a pesky human, who wished to roast their flesh and consume them. Thankfully, Ma, known as Poinsettier, was able to rescue them from the netting, which was cut with a tiny razor found in the forest during Spring Cleaning. This near-death experience, coupled with the growing trend of Nimms going missing, they found Misses Middlemarch to be a blessing when she walked into the forest one day, looking for more sap of the Eye. They’d asked her, greeting a good “Hullo!”, whether she was able to cast a protection spell, of sorts, for them. Middlemarch’s brow raised. “Mayhaps,” she’d said, suspicious of the little sprites, who could’ve provided a grand dinner. However, Middlemarch knew better and she tried to avoid a long conversation that might end in her darker-inclinations taking over. “What would you want?” Pa, with a rotund belly, pointed towards their midriff. “We’re going to have a lil one!” they’d exclaimed. “We’d like to avoid them getting eaten,” Ma added. Middlemarch studied the pair. “I don’t have any protection spells to give yer, but if you let me try an experimental spell I’ve been working on, we may have a deal.” Thus, they shook hand-to-pinky, and when a few weeks later, Ophie was born, they were blessed with an unfamiliar blessing, which they would soon view as a curse. Middlemarch refused to speak of what she’d done to the sprite. Ma and Pa begged, but she refused, and soon they spat at her and vowed to take life from her if she did not leave immediately. The trickster witch ran from the forest, trailed by a hoard of Nimms, who don’t take kindly to being swindled. “You’ll just have to wait and see!” she screamed into the night, free from their pinecone-pelting.
⠀⠀ Thankfully, despite the increasing likelihood of a Nimm being captured by a human and the amount of family members, the Eine family has avoided another incident. However, that doesn’t mean that they haven’t lost fellow forestians. From a tender age, any Nimm learns not to hold too much heft to a relationship, for fear that one of you might be gone soon enough. This is a philosophy especially true to Ophie, who has largely avoided friendships and other heart-felt relationships since they were 19. The memory has not lost its potency since. Cherubic, sweet and ever-trusting, was once-upon-a-time Ophie’s greatest friend. They’d been born only two days apart, and as such, they were intended to be fast friends. Cherubic was known to be curious, always sticking their reddened nose into business that wasn’t theirs. This was especially true when it came to humans.
⠀⠀ Ophie always found humans a nuisance, unsure as to the depth of their danger given how rare homicides had been in recent years. Still, they weren’t curious about men. They were more focused on the trees, tending to their rambunctious siblings, and keeping their eye out for any sign of danger. However, that wasn’t to say that Cherubic and Ophie didn’t have anything in common. When Ophelier wasn’t keeping track of her baby sib-sprites, they were off exploring with Cherubic. When their wings finally grew strong enough to take them above the trees, they spent their days on the edge of the forest, looking at the houses and villages in the distance. The billowing smoke stacks climbed higher than they could reach, even when they tried. It was this bit of tom-foolery that resulted in Cherubic’s demise. There, on the boundary between Nimm and Human, they met Turner, a seemingly-kindred soul to Cherubic.
⠀⠀ On the handful of times Ophelier met Turner, they didn’t like the look of the man. Humans, especially grown men who could grasp them in a single fist, weren’t to be trusted, by and large. Turner felt to be amongst those masses. Except, Cherubic didn’t see that, and it wasn’t until his fist was wrapped around their body that they realized the truth. Greedy, Turner took Cherubic away, and only a bit of their pollen remained when Ophelier checked their favorite tree. They were gone, presumably dead, and this fact caused Ophie to break down, kneeling into the powder.
⠀⠀ From then on, Cherubic was a cautionary tale for Ophie. While they are still curious, fostering their favorite trait of Cherub’s (even if it ended up being their hubris), Ophie avoids anything overly dangerous. Nowadays, they keep to themself, interested in casual relationships for the same of sustenance. Otherwise, Monty is the only friend they need. Life, outside of the ways in which it wasn’t, was peaceful, at least for Ophie.
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‧₊˚✧. 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊 + 𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘 .✧˚₊‧
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐒: 1 in. to 6 in. pixies that roam the forests. They are often spoken of in folklore, unbelieved by many to be of reality. They’re generally very sweet, endearing creatures, though they do not appreciate humans eating them for extended life. Not very fun at all.
Naming Conventions/Common Names: Merilo, Immogen, Pinnier, Buforn, Ophelier, Jewelern, Naruta, Blimey, Sy, Minuette, Wilee, Julette, Pluck, etc.
Lifespan: Generally, Nimms live longer than most humans by about 100 years. Therefore, they don’t normally become adult-like until between their late twenties and early forties.
Birthday Conventions: Oftentimes, birth dates are not primarily referred to by their date, but instead by the sun sign a nimm was born under. However, their date is always said last, and it is under the Int. Calendar, also known as the Gregorian Calendar. However, they often list a child’s tree-spot sign, which is unique to specifically their date, second. Oftentimes, these signs look quite silly to people who do not know about the convention Nimms use.
The Trees: By and large, a Nimm receives a new tree under their care every five to ten years following their 20th year. The decision making involved in this process is very vague, with there being no real council for the Nimms. Generally, the creatures talk of the trees, hearing their thoughts, and when they hear a new voice in the chatter, they must decide who will guard it. Usually, the job goes to either a newly twenty year-old Nimm or a Nimm who guards another tree close by and hasn’t had a new friend in awhile. Generally, Nimms enjoy the company of trees, even over themselves, and as a result, many Nimms are envious or downright greedy when a new sapling comes to be. Nimms are supposed to leave the planting of trees to Lyrs, another creature much like mice and of considerably less human-like qualities. Nimms are protectors guardians, and most of all, best friends to the trees, who are often lonely. They can never touch each other, at least not beyond the brushing of a branch, without guaranteeing their mutual end. With Nimms, however, they will always have a friend and vice versa.
Due to this special bond, there is always a ceremony when a sapling comes into the hands of a Nimm. Naming of the tree, which is usually a collaborative effort between the Nimm and the tree, is the center focus of the event. Then, there is food and spirits. It happens quite often, at least once every few months, so it isn’t seen as a special occasion. Still, it is regarded with fanfare, however undeserving it is.
Spring Cleaning - This is when the Nimms gather up all the garbage left in the forest by humans and other passerbys in order to foster new growth
More to come!
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
⠀⠀ Coming Soon!𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: Coming soon!
𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓: Coming soon!
