Folio 02: Nassim Wildblood, aasimar-tiefling bloodrager
amalgam aasimar tiefling bloodrager (blood conduit) 5
Nassim always knew that the world swung from one extreme to the other, like a giant clock's pendulum. It was a fundamental truth, etched into the very marrow of her bones, written into the blood that coursed through her veins. Like countless orphans before her, she was found on their doorstep, wrapped in linens that were scorched and stained with blood. Skin of bright scarlet and eyes of gold immediately marked her as different, but her tantrums were not of the sort that were hallmarks of every childhood. Gouts of flame, and layers of hoarfrost were just the outward sign of the magic that coursed through her veins, and the orphanage was not equipped to deal with it. Calling upon a wise man of the mountaintop monastery nearby, they asked them to take in the wayward child.
Nassim took well to the monastery life, gaining a fast friend in the guide Kun Zan, though she had not the patience to take the vows as an ordained monk. Still, she learned enough to help quell the riotous emotions that always roiled beneath her mind. But as of late, she has been stricken with an overwhelming desire to wander the lands, to see and experience the rush of life, to drink deep of its pleasures...maybe enough to quell the vivid dreams that sink all too rapidly into nightmares.