|★ ★ ★"Curiosity killed the cat,|
. . .but satisfaction brought her back." ★ ★ ★
At a first glance, Nilin seems like a total space-case.
She treats new experiences and meeting new people things like mysterious encounters to unravel and understand. She drifts in and out of conversations, wandering off and wandering in to places without an apparent of rhyme or reasons
under that layer is a troubled, slightly slow, but curious and deeply caring young woman.
...and under those layers, with a nudge from her burden and geist, is a fury ready to snap and wreck vengeful havoc.
Nilin is a 22 year old woman with a fairly average, if slightly curvy build. Her features are gentle and soft, she has very little muscle definition and she's a touch on the shorter side at 5'4.
She has pale, almost white skin, smattered with dozens of dark freckles and beauty marks. Her eyes are deep light hazel and tired looking, with dark creases and bags under them, her face framed by a long wavy mess of choppy, dark hair.
She walks like she's drifting on air, her voice is pitched sifted down, staticy sing-song , lilting and wandering.
Nilin has an unquieting aura (striking looks •• - weirdo) that draws some people to her
...and makes other people nervous that she might have a knife (she does)
Nilin is from Detroit, Mi, and had a fairly normal life growing up with loving parents, two younger sisters and an older brother. She struggled in school a bit as even though she is quite clever, she was easily bored and tended to wander of and get into trouble.
Her mother fostered a general interest in pop-culture occult such as tarot and astrology and grew to love unexplained mystery, stories of cryptids and ufos.
In her late teens, she and a gaggle of her weirdo friends made the classic mistake of going to a cabin in the woods.
No one survived.
A funeral was held, her body being the only one missing, family holding hope and vigil that she was only missing and not dead...until finally they relented, and let her go, leaving the terrible memories in a quiet, empty grave by her friends.
And once the news cycle finished, the awful tragedy that befell the group faded into obscurity.
She drifted for a while, with a bit of effort changing her name, and after several bizarre and brutal misadventures in
her home city and state, she found herself called to the vibrant and bizarre energy of the largest city in the world.
In her second chance at life, flesh side, this is reflected mainly in her seeking out other living people, wanting to make an impression on them. Even space cadets can leave a memorable mark. She is deeply curious and seeks connections from others to herself.
Dead side, she is very sympathetic to unavenged ghosts that the verge of being forgotten,
when she learns of the she wants to help them as best as she can...sometimes, that means chainsaw.
sometimes, it's more complicated.
Nilin is deeply traumatized by her death and the death of her friends, and struggles with her mental health,
which would be difficult at the best of times and is exacerbated by her circumstances as a Sin-Eater.
Nilin currently works at a new-age shop, called the Violet Iris, the sort of witchy place that sells crystals, incense and does detailed tarot and astrology readings. The shop has a lot of black and purple and not-safe-for-work candles.
The shop is owned by middle-class lesbian throuple who seem to understand that Nilin is odd and will sometimes just wander off and
needs handfuls of mental-health days to rest. They sometimes treat her a little bit like a daughter or a niece than strictly an employee.
She has her own tiny apartment above a second-hand record store (also owned by the throuple) that is a few blocks a way from the
The Green-Wood Cemetery, a space she likes to explore, find a quiet nook and read.
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