Name : Namjilyn Nergüi : Намжилын Нэргүй
Age :57 58 59
Birthday : February 19
Gender : Female
Nationality : Mongolian
Category : Citizen
Appearance Description : Nergüi stands at six feet and five inches tall, with a strong looking but not overly muscular build and tanned skin. She normally wears a faded orange wool deel that's more loosely fitting than most women would wear. Though they are normally hidden under long sleeves, she has two sets of arms, one set directly under the other. Her hair is black but fading in color, at the roots, the hairs have turned almost golden. There is a gradient from gold to auburn to her normal black, with the first color maybe at an inch at most, the second color for two, and the third fading one extends down to the middle of her back. In front of her hairline are two short antennae.
Nergüi also has a pair of long, translucent wings that are much stronger than they look and perfectly capable of flight. They are a few inches too long and tend to drag on the ground a little, which is why she normally has them spread out enough so that doesn't happen. In her mouth, she has a sort of a second tongue which is pointed like a needle and sharp enough to pierce steel. Over all, she has a serene, motherly sort of face with a faint smile and half lidded black eyes, which is completely betrayed by her actual personality.
Personality Description : Nergüi protects what is hers and people who threaten her livelihood should watch out because her patience only goes so far. She is law-abiding but skirts the line without every truly dirtying her hands. As far as she is concerned, something like that would be unnecessary and only cause trouble. What Nergüi looks out for the most is her own success. Mainly because she doesn't have much of anything else to value except a few old friends here and there. Reputation matters to her, but not in the sense of being well liked. Just that she does business well and is trustworthy. To a point. She can be sneaky in her actions but she is also proud, crass, and blunt. Nergüi says what she thinks. If you ask for a piece of her mind, you will get it. She can be diplomatic, but only if you are somebody who matters.
Power : Blood Type Connoisseur - Through some piece of spellwork that Nergüi herself does not entirely understand, she has gained the characteristics of a common mosquito. It should be noted, however, that as a mosquito person, the person part heavily outweighs the mosquito part. So she is not fragile in the least and people should not mistake her for something delicate. She instinctively seeks blood and is capable of smelling it from a short distance. To Nergüi, blood is like wine and not all varieties are equal. Nergüi in particular enjoys feeding off of vampires or other blood drinkers because most do not discriminate between the blood types they feed off of, resulting in fascinating combinations of blood cocktails for her to sample. Also, she would most likely kill a normal human if she attempted to feed off of them, which she definitely does not want to do because, again, her feeding tongue is capable of piercing steel. That would cause trouble with authorities and Nergüi is stubbornly looking out for her and her business's reputation. Eating actual food is a possibility but that is rather bland.
Nergüi's skin naturally secretes irritating chemicals which makes other people experience minor, unpleasant physical sensations when making skin to skin contact with her. When touching her for too long (meaning several minutes straight), it is possible for rashes to develop, which will stubbornly resist over the counter remedies if left for too long. When she is feeding off of somebody, however, that will cause a giant mosquito bite to form around where she pierces the skin. This should be treated immediately with prescriptions or magic. Or both. Both is good.
Remember also that she can fly. Her wings are stronger than most people's arms, simply because of the fact that she uses them so much to get around. Through flight, she can achieve the same speeds as somebody who is commuting to work. It is very useful to her. Her antennae are mostly there for her to detect minute wind current changes. Of her two sets of arms, the upper set is the strongest while the lower set is less so. She does not have super strength, only that of a mildly athletic but otherwise normal human being.
Birth Place / Hometown : Govi-Altai Province, Mongolia
Occuptation : Blood Bar Owner
Father : A herdsman from the steppes
Mother : A songstress who tries but really can't sing
Siblings(s) : Several deceased siblings
Biography : Nergüi was born into a family of nomadic herders as the youngest out of seven children but was the only one to survive past the age of three and the only one to not experience difficulties as an infant. She was called Nergüi, meaning "no name," out of the hope that it would protect her from the evil spirits which stole away her siblings. While in many families this practice might have been seen as mere superstition, in Nergüi's family, it was truth. Nonetheless, the spirits passed over her, perhaps because they could sense the changes that would soon befall her.
When Nergüi was ten years old, a strange man with cornflower blue hair came to the steppes where her family had taken up for the week. He spoke Mongolian brokenly and from what they gathered, he had learned it in passing from another wanderer, one not used to teaching. The stranger's native tongue was fast paced and clattering and it seemed that he had a habit of speaking to himself when he was alone. When asked what he was doing, he merely said that he was praying. When asked what his name was, the man pointed from the sun in the sky to the beams that it cast along the ground and refused to say more on the matter. So after a bit of guessing, the family called him Narangerel, meaning Sunlight, which was also a bit of a joke as the name is normally feminine.
The man Narangerel stayed with the family for a year. He did not offer much information about himself but the family came to know by his habits that he was most likely from Japan and also appeared to be some sort of religious figure. From the start, Nergüi's mother was uneasy with the man, naming him a shaman of misfortune, though there was little to support this theory. It seemed, too, that Narangerel was less interested in them and more interested in how they lived. Though he shared their food, he offered up help whenever he could, normally tending to affairs far away from the other members of the family.
When the year was up, Narangerel packed up what little he had and bade the family farewell rather hastily. There was some mention of a schedule in passing and being late to some event. Perhaps that was not what had been said at all, because his limited Mongolian had been made nearly incomprehensible in his rush. Puzzled, all Nergüi's family could do was stare after him as he left, quickly disappearing into the distance. They thought that was the last they would ever see of him.
But in the next few days, mysterious and troubling events began to occur. The outer animals of their herds began to disappear, first one by one and then in pairs. Established watering holes that they attempted to set down camp by brought up only sour pails and every single family member began to complain of sudden chills and aches. The night time lookouts reported the presence of animals wandering through the late hours.
At the end of the second week, a storm broke suddenly during the day. The family frantically set up their tents close by each other and huddled in the shelter, waiting it out. Rain bombarded the tents so much that shifts were taken to pinch the newly formed holes closed. The baying of livestock combined with cracks of thunder kept everybody awake. The next morning, all was silent, not even a sound from the animals. The adults were all nervous but Nergüi was curious so she poked her head out of the adult And saw that all around them was a large ring of blood with the clean impressions human looking footprints.
Her father shouted for her. Her mother's fingers scraped the inside of her wrist, leaving a deep scar that is there to this day. The next moment, something invisible ripped through the tent and pulled Nergüi out. She lost consciousness, which probably was for the best because the last thing she heard was the sound of bones crunching against teeth.
When she woke up later, her clothes had been singed and she was lying on rocks, in an area that they had traveled through just a month before. Every part of her body ached and her arms had all but been torn into ribbons. And, standing at the edge of the cliffs, looking as if he might flee at any moment, was Narangerel. Nergüi screamed at him through the pain for information about her family. He looked at her for a moment and then away. His fingers held up a single piece of paper with some foreign writing on it.
Uncomprehendingly, Nergüi got to her feet and stumbled over to him, only to be met with some kind of barrier. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield herself and found that she now had two pairs of arms. The ache on her back was from a new set of long, trailing, translucent wings. There was a lot of fast talking and inventive cursing before she tired herself out enough for him to start to explain what had happened. Of course, there was still a language barrier, and the particular words he needed were obscure enough that he had no idea how to phrase it.
What she did understand, however, was that everybody was dead. A few days later, she traveled with Narangerel to a nearby city, where he promptly dumped her to his associates. And then that was truly the last time she ever saw him. The people that he sent to her were absolutely no help at all with their awful Mongolian so she spent the next few years being as much as a nuisance as possible in an effort to get some control over what happened.
To everybody's horror, however, they found that she was beginning to develop a taste for human blood. Eventually, the urge became so strong that she attacked one of her caretakers, nearly causing him to bleed out because her tongue pierced through his body instead of just through his skin. Nergüi lapped up as much blood as possible as the others decided to finally call in real help and ship her over to an island in the middle of the Pacific. Manta Carlos.
The initial plan had been to send her to the academy but Nergüi had no interest in learning. She was pastoral at heart and wasn't even literate. If she was going to learn how to write at all, it would be in her own language, not some one that she had never heard a word of before she had set foot in the place. Eventually, after flunking out of the academy enough times, she reached the age where they had no problem with simply kicking her out.
Nergüi was elated. During her time at the academy, she found a small crowd of friends with the same interest. Drinking blood and not getting charged for it! They were vampires, to be perfectly concise. Nergüi wasn't but they were all the same, weren't they? Just a bunch of blood drinkers drinking blood. And vampires were strong enough to stand being bitten by her, too! It was good times, except for the rashes.
After a few decades, Nergüi decided to open up a special bar catering to those who drank blood for a living, with investments from her vampire friends. There, in between the Underground and the more central parts of the city, was where she set up the Ganerdene Blood Bar. To her delight, it sees quite a bit of business.
Additional Information : Narangerel is Ishikawa Hideaki, the paternal grandfather of Ishikawa Yuuto. Everything was his fault.
Age :
Birthday : February 19
Gender : Female
Nationality : Mongolian
Category : Citizen
Appearance Description : Nergüi stands at six feet and five inches tall, with a strong looking but not overly muscular build and tanned skin. She normally wears a faded orange wool deel that's more loosely fitting than most women would wear. Though they are normally hidden under long sleeves, she has two sets of arms, one set directly under the other. Her hair is black but fading in color, at the roots, the hairs have turned almost golden. There is a gradient from gold to auburn to her normal black, with the first color maybe at an inch at most, the second color for two, and the third fading one extends down to the middle of her back. In front of her hairline are two short antennae.
Nergüi also has a pair of long, translucent wings that are much stronger than they look and perfectly capable of flight. They are a few inches too long and tend to drag on the ground a little, which is why she normally has them spread out enough so that doesn't happen. In her mouth, she has a sort of a second tongue which is pointed like a needle and sharp enough to pierce steel. Over all, she has a serene, motherly sort of face with a faint smile and half lidded black eyes, which is completely betrayed by her actual personality.
Personality Description : Nergüi protects what is hers and people who threaten her livelihood should watch out because her patience only goes so far. She is law-abiding but skirts the line without every truly dirtying her hands. As far as she is concerned, something like that would be unnecessary and only cause trouble. What Nergüi looks out for the most is her own success. Mainly because she doesn't have much of anything else to value except a few old friends here and there. Reputation matters to her, but not in the sense of being well liked. Just that she does business well and is trustworthy. To a point. She can be sneaky in her actions but she is also proud, crass, and blunt. Nergüi says what she thinks. If you ask for a piece of her mind, you will get it. She can be diplomatic, but only if you are somebody who matters.
Power : Blood Type Connoisseur - Through some piece of spellwork that Nergüi herself does not entirely understand, she has gained the characteristics of a common mosquito. It should be noted, however, that as a mosquito person, the person part heavily outweighs the mosquito part. So she is not fragile in the least and people should not mistake her for something delicate. She instinctively seeks blood and is capable of smelling it from a short distance. To Nergüi, blood is like wine and not all varieties are equal. Nergüi in particular enjoys feeding off of vampires or other blood drinkers because most do not discriminate between the blood types they feed off of, resulting in fascinating combinations of blood cocktails for her to sample. Also, she would most likely kill a normal human if she attempted to feed off of them, which she definitely does not want to do because, again, her feeding tongue is capable of piercing steel. That would cause trouble with authorities and Nergüi is stubbornly looking out for her and her business's reputation. Eating actual food is a possibility but that is rather bland.
Nergüi's skin naturally secretes irritating chemicals which makes other people experience minor, unpleasant physical sensations when making skin to skin contact with her. When touching her for too long (meaning several minutes straight), it is possible for rashes to develop, which will stubbornly resist over the counter remedies if left for too long. When she is feeding off of somebody, however, that will cause a giant mosquito bite to form around where she pierces the skin. This should be treated immediately with prescriptions or magic. Or both. Both is good.
Remember also that she can fly. Her wings are stronger than most people's arms, simply because of the fact that she uses them so much to get around. Through flight, she can achieve the same speeds as somebody who is commuting to work. It is very useful to her. Her antennae are mostly there for her to detect minute wind current changes. Of her two sets of arms, the upper set is the strongest while the lower set is less so. She does not have super strength, only that of a mildly athletic but otherwise normal human being.
Birth Place / Hometown : Govi-Altai Province, Mongolia
Occuptation : Blood Bar Owner
Father : A herdsman from the steppes
Mother : A songstress who tries but really can't sing
Siblings(s) : Several deceased siblings
Biography : Nergüi was born into a family of nomadic herders as the youngest out of seven children but was the only one to survive past the age of three and the only one to not experience difficulties as an infant. She was called Nergüi, meaning "no name," out of the hope that it would protect her from the evil spirits which stole away her siblings. While in many families this practice might have been seen as mere superstition, in Nergüi's family, it was truth. Nonetheless, the spirits passed over her, perhaps because they could sense the changes that would soon befall her.
When Nergüi was ten years old, a strange man with cornflower blue hair came to the steppes where her family had taken up for the week. He spoke Mongolian brokenly and from what they gathered, he had learned it in passing from another wanderer, one not used to teaching. The stranger's native tongue was fast paced and clattering and it seemed that he had a habit of speaking to himself when he was alone. When asked what he was doing, he merely said that he was praying. When asked what his name was, the man pointed from the sun in the sky to the beams that it cast along the ground and refused to say more on the matter. So after a bit of guessing, the family called him Narangerel, meaning Sunlight, which was also a bit of a joke as the name is normally feminine.
The man Narangerel stayed with the family for a year. He did not offer much information about himself but the family came to know by his habits that he was most likely from Japan and also appeared to be some sort of religious figure. From the start, Nergüi's mother was uneasy with the man, naming him a shaman of misfortune, though there was little to support this theory. It seemed, too, that Narangerel was less interested in them and more interested in how they lived. Though he shared their food, he offered up help whenever he could, normally tending to affairs far away from the other members of the family.
When the year was up, Narangerel packed up what little he had and bade the family farewell rather hastily. There was some mention of a schedule in passing and being late to some event. Perhaps that was not what had been said at all, because his limited Mongolian had been made nearly incomprehensible in his rush. Puzzled, all Nergüi's family could do was stare after him as he left, quickly disappearing into the distance. They thought that was the last they would ever see of him.
But in the next few days, mysterious and troubling events began to occur. The outer animals of their herds began to disappear, first one by one and then in pairs. Established watering holes that they attempted to set down camp by brought up only sour pails and every single family member began to complain of sudden chills and aches. The night time lookouts reported the presence of animals wandering through the late hours.
At the end of the second week, a storm broke suddenly during the day. The family frantically set up their tents close by each other and huddled in the shelter, waiting it out. Rain bombarded the tents so much that shifts were taken to pinch the newly formed holes closed. The baying of livestock combined with cracks of thunder kept everybody awake. The next morning, all was silent, not even a sound from the animals. The adults were all nervous but Nergüi was curious so she poked her head out of the adult And saw that all around them was a large ring of blood with the clean impressions human looking footprints.
Her father shouted for her. Her mother's fingers scraped the inside of her wrist, leaving a deep scar that is there to this day. The next moment, something invisible ripped through the tent and pulled Nergüi out. She lost consciousness, which probably was for the best because the last thing she heard was the sound of bones crunching against teeth.
When she woke up later, her clothes had been singed and she was lying on rocks, in an area that they had traveled through just a month before. Every part of her body ached and her arms had all but been torn into ribbons. And, standing at the edge of the cliffs, looking as if he might flee at any moment, was Narangerel. Nergüi screamed at him through the pain for information about her family. He looked at her for a moment and then away. His fingers held up a single piece of paper with some foreign writing on it.
Uncomprehendingly, Nergüi got to her feet and stumbled over to him, only to be met with some kind of barrier. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield herself and found that she now had two pairs of arms. The ache on her back was from a new set of long, trailing, translucent wings. There was a lot of fast talking and inventive cursing before she tired herself out enough for him to start to explain what had happened. Of course, there was still a language barrier, and the particular words he needed were obscure enough that he had no idea how to phrase it.
What she did understand, however, was that everybody was dead. A few days later, she traveled with Narangerel to a nearby city, where he promptly dumped her to his associates. And then that was truly the last time she ever saw him. The people that he sent to her were absolutely no help at all with their awful Mongolian so she spent the next few years being as much as a nuisance as possible in an effort to get some control over what happened.
To everybody's horror, however, they found that she was beginning to develop a taste for human blood. Eventually, the urge became so strong that she attacked one of her caretakers, nearly causing him to bleed out because her tongue pierced through his body instead of just through his skin. Nergüi lapped up as much blood as possible as the others decided to finally call in real help and ship her over to an island in the middle of the Pacific. Manta Carlos.
The initial plan had been to send her to the academy but Nergüi had no interest in learning. She was pastoral at heart and wasn't even literate. If she was going to learn how to write at all, it would be in her own language, not some one that she had never heard a word of before she had set foot in the place. Eventually, after flunking out of the academy enough times, she reached the age where they had no problem with simply kicking her out.
Nergüi was elated. During her time at the academy, she found a small crowd of friends with the same interest. Drinking blood and not getting charged for it! They were vampires, to be perfectly concise. Nergüi wasn't but they were all the same, weren't they? Just a bunch of blood drinkers drinking blood. And vampires were strong enough to stand being bitten by her, too! It was good times, except for the rashes.
After a few decades, Nergüi decided to open up a special bar catering to those who drank blood for a living, with investments from her vampire friends. There, in between the Underground and the more central parts of the city, was where she set up the Ganerdene Blood Bar. To her delight, it sees quite a bit of business.
Additional Information : Narangerel is Ishikawa Hideaki, the paternal grandfather of Ishikawa Yuuto. Everything was his fault.
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