Nauni

Name: Nauni
Race: Primordial
Birth Date: Unknown

Appearance:
Her skin glows with a turbulent blue, crisscrossed by streams of living chaos energy that crackle like lightning beneath the surface. Silver hair flows freely behind her, always in motion—as if moved by a storm no one else can feel. A radiant sigil, ancient and unreadable, is embedded in her forehead. Her eyes shine with overwhelming power, and her form is armored in a style both elegant and battle-hardened.

Personality:
Fierce, focused, and unyielding. Nauni masks her pain behind a soldier’s discipline and sharp wit. Loyalty is her compass, but trust does not come easily. She has learned to stand alone—not out of pride, but necessity. Deep beneath her composed exterior lies a woman carrying the burden of something she never asked for.

Background:
As a child, Nauni vanished for several days during a surge in dimensional instability. When she returned, she spoke of a realm filled with silence and hunger—the land of the Obliviants. Though few believed her, something followed her back.

Whatever it was, it latched onto her soul.

The Primordials, sensing a corruption they could neither understand nor control, banished her to the Sea of Chaos. To them, she had become a vector for an unknown force—an ancient, parasitic entity born of decay and death.

She survived. Alone.

Over time, she forged herself into a warrior—dangerous, brilliant, and feared in her own right. But the force within her never left. It remains dormant, whispering at the edges of her consciousness. Its full nature is unknown, but when glimpsed, even beings as old as time recoil.

Goals:
To protect her team. To earn her place in a world that cast her out. And—eventually—to confront the thing inside her.

Interests:
Unknown.

Rank Class: 7C – Small City Level
Nauni’s battlefield output ranks firmly within the 7C tier. She manipulates chaos energy with surgical precision and can charge devastating area-based blasts.

However, this classification only applies to Nauni herself.

During one encounter, a being known as Hatred, large enough to blacken the sky tore off its own arm after a single touch from the entity that briefly emerged from within her.

It has no known name.
It cannot be measured.
And it has never fully awakened.

The Primordials do not speak of it.
But they all remember what she brought back.