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PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: Arisa
AGE: 24
CONTACT: sausages
CHARACTERS PLAYED: Verity Willis, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Nyssa al Ghul (Nyssa Raatko)
CANON: Arrow
AGE: 30
CANON POINT: Late Season 3, after her wedding with Oliver

BACKGROUND: character wiki
INCENTIVE/FIT: Nyssa can be rather reserved and seemingly cold, raised by a murderous father who's forced her to keep her emotions within. Seemingly, Nyssa wouldn't seem proper for this environment, but in all actuality, Nyssa has an incredibly warm heart. When she loves, she loves wholeheartedly and can showcase a strong tenderness to those she learns to care for. She also has the experience of knowing to do whatever it takes to achieve a certain goal, a trait she'd acquired after being a member of the League of Assassins for years. Not quite the most cuddly-oriented membership card she holds, but time has revealed that she cares for the good of others, especially those who grow close to her, and whilst she might have difficulty with strangers, physical affection will come easier as she opens up.

Especially if being in Eudio will bring back Sara, her one true love. Having lost her more times than she can count, Nyssa will go through any means to revive her, especially if it means just having to cuddle up with a bunch of folks. Seeing her actually alive in Eudio will also encourage her to follow the agreement, wanting to make sure she stays that way.

SAMPLES:
[It was practically disgusting, the way her father felt like he could shape and coordinate her life in any way he pleased, that she was simply disposable, a mere pawn to use in his placement of lies and broken promises. Everything she'd worked hard for to follow in her father's command, to rule the League of Assassins in his place, only to be denied her right as heir, for it to go to that man, a man she could only despise now as she's forced to marry him.

There's no way out of the League of Assassins, that much she knows, so when they offer her as such (a temporarily leave at the least), she laughs at the notion, rolling her eyes at the invitation to come to their supposed world of physical affection. She denies its mere existence. The world is harsh, a kill-or-be-killed atmosphere where only the strong can survive through its tortures.

We could bring her back.

Any mockery she has towards them becomes subtle at those words. Sara, her Sara, her beloved. She doesn't need to hear a name as she knows it can be nowhere else and despite her place amongst strangers, a dampness forms around her eyes to think of her.]

How can I possibly believe such lies? Sara is dead. Long since buried beneath the ground. You cannot mock me into believing such — such hope. [Not when she's never been allowed to hold any. For she's only ever been able to bask in that foreign ideal for a short time, when she'd held that girl in her arms, when she'd discover that love can be real, that she can feel the warmth of another and feel her skin trickle with a flutter that things could be good, things could be better, she could be happy.

She swallows down hard, keeping those tears well away in a matter that she's trained herself well in. False hope, they've presented her with. Nothing but a lie.] You say that you could bring her back. I place no belief in this.

[But then in her mind, Sara looks at her with a smile and she aches for the chance to see that look once more with her own eyes.]

But I accept this agreement of yours. [She had just married Oliver Queen, a man she does not love, a man who swiped away her birthright — no. Her father, he'd been the one to take it all away and forced her into an unbearable path. There's no longer anything else to lose. If she could have Sara back — ] I'll go with you on the very condition that she be brought back to me. Let her be alive once more.

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