Nimori Sootwhisk - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Nimori Sootwhisk

Nickname

None

Race (Grade)

Ratfolk (E)

Class

Ninja

Height

3'10"

Birthday

Mistfall 6, 1267

Age

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Birthsign

The Mist Chimera

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Bloodline Ability

🔮 Unknown

This Bloodline ability has not yet been unveiled to you.

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Physical Description

Nimori Sootwhisk on the rooftops of Pan'Che, under a crescent moon

Appearance

Nimori is thirty-nine, and as an E-grade she looks like a ratfolk woman in her twenties. She is small and wiry, a little under four feet tall, with soft grey fur, large pink ears, a pink nose, long sensitive whiskers, and bright red-brown eyes that are rarely still. Her long, bare pink tail is as useful to her as a third hand on a narrow ledge. She wears a deep purple hood wrapped close around her head, its ragged ends trailing behind her, a purple scarf around her neck, and a sleeveless purple wrap top over a long tattered sash, tied at the waist with a plain rope belt. Her arms and legs are bound in pale cloth wrappings, with worn leather bracers on both forearms. She carries a kunai in each hand, two more strapped to her thigh, and a small pouch and a gourd at her belt.

Unique Characteristics

Nimori's balance borders on the impossible. She can crouch on the ridge of a wet roof, a rope, or a branch no thicker than her wrist, perfectly still, for as long as she needs to. Her whiskers pick up movement in the air before her eyes do, and she will often turn toward a door a moment before anyone opens it. For a professional shadow, she is startlingly talkative once she decides you are worth talking to, and she has a sharp, mischievous sense of humor that she aims mostly at people who assume small means harmless. She never uses a street when there is a roof available.

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Personality & Temperament

Positive Traits

Sharp, mischievous, and surprisingly talkative
Patient enough to wait on a rafter all night
Kills only when she must; calls bloodshed sloppy
Will not harm children, at any price
Calm in places that would terrify anyone else

Challenging Traits

Mocks anyone who mistakes size for weakness
Steals with almost cheerful efficiency
Treats every locked door as a personal invitation
Never uses a street when there is a roof
Disturbingly calm about assassination work

Big people always check the doors. Nobody ever checks the ceiling.

"Discretion" means I keep your secrets. It does not mean I stop having morals. Read the contract again.

[From the rafter directly above him.] You keep looking at eye level. It's adorable.

Likes

Good tea, drunk somewhere high
Clean, well-kept steel
Moonlit rooftops and quiet temple rafters
The rare guard who remembers to look up
A job that ends before anyone knew it began

Dislikes

Cruelty, especially toward the helpless
Pointless bravado
Employers who think discretion means moral flexibility
Big people who assume small means weak
Noisy roof tiles and badly hung lanterns

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Background & History

Beneath the Eaves

Nimori Sootwhisk was born in the ratfolk quarter of Pan'Che, a quarter built beneath the eaves, crawlspaces, and forgotten utility passages of the sprawling city. While guards patrolled the gates and nobles argued in lantern-lit halls, Nimori grew up learning the routes nobody important noticed: roof beams, drainage channels, attic runs, temple rafters, and the hidden spaces between walls.

Packages No One Saw

She was a thief before she was a fighter, and a watcher before she was either. As a child she made her money delivering messages and small packages that no one else could move unseen. Before long, the local fixers realized that the skinny little ratfolk with the quick hands and impossible balance could go almost anywhere.

The Training House

That talent eventually drew the attention of a clandestine training house, one of the secretive ninja clans that operate outside Pan'Che's normal social order, which specialized in espionage, sabotage, and assassination. Nimori proved brilliant at the first two and disturbingly calm with the third. She learned to weaponize every part of herself: her light frame, her whisker-sense for movement, her flexible spine, her patience, and the universal mistake larger people made when they underestimated her.

Somebody Was There

Nimori became known for entering guarded compounds without tripping a single alarm, retrieving documents or valuables, and leaving nothing behind but the uneasy certainty that someone had been there. She kills when it is necessary, but she considers unnecessary bloodshed sloppy work: the cleanest job is the one that ends before the target understands danger was ever present. She also drew a line early and has never crossed it. She will not harm children, and she will not take work that exists only to terrorize the helpless.

Silmarithil

Nimori moved to Silmarithil on Harvestide 9, 1307. Asked why, she points up. Silmarithil is a town built into the trees, with houses in the branches and bridges between them, and she says it is the first place she has ever lived where the rooftops go all the way to the horizon. She has not said whether she is between jobs or in the middle of one.

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Goals & Aspirations

Every Branch in Silmarithil

Nimori is learning Silmarithil from above: every branch walk, rope bridge, and roof, which boughs take her weight in the rain, which lanterns throw shadows, and how to cross the whole town without touching the ground. It is the habit of a lifetime. She has never stayed anywhere without knowing every way in and every way out, and she does not intend to start now.

Clean Work Only

If someone in Haven needs something reached, heard, or taken, Nimori would like them to know she is available, as long as the work is clean. She has turned down a great deal of money from employers who thought "discretion" meant "moral flexibility," and she will turn down a great deal more. She would rather work for someone who understands the difference, and she suspects such people are rare.

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Development

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Silmarithil

Role

Ninja

ATTENTION!

Nimori Sootwhisk is an E-grade ratfolk ninja, thirty-nine years old, and if you can see her, it is because she has decided to let you. She is a rooftop infiltrator and close-range ambusher: climbing, balance, silent movement, thrown blades, and narrow escapes are her trade, and she moves through a town over its roofs rather than its streets. Her real weapon is positioning. Give her cover, darkness, and a few seconds to choose her angle, and she becomes extremely difficult to pin down, and the first you will know of her is a blade arriving from somewhere you were not watching. She has walked into guarded compounds without tripping a single alarm. She can be lethal when it is necessary, but she considers unnecessary bloodshed sloppy work. She will steal, spy, and sabotage with almost cheerful efficiency, but she will not harm children and will not take work whose only purpose is to terrorize the helpless, whatever you offer. Everyone mistakes her size for weakness exactly once.