Nyssira Elakna

"Strong hearts make strong hands."

The Basics

Pronunciation: Nis-seer-ah
Age: 27
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Tattoos: Yes - body tats
Piercings: None
Height: 4'10"
Weapons: Dual Blades, Chakrams, Magic
Likes: Adventure, tea, sparring, chatting, dancing, singing, sweets.
Dislikes: Spicy food, booze, narrow minded thinking, monotony.
FC: Thunder Cat Crew
Voice Claim: TBD
Face Claim: TBD

• Personality

Personality

Nyssira is the embodiment of moonlight in motion; soft, warm, and just a little bit strange. Sweet as honey, she has a bubbly, whimsical energy that draws others in like moths to a flame. She speaks with a melodic lilt, often giggling mid-sentence or getting distracted by the beauty in small things. A glimmering pebble, a flickering candle, or a curious cloud. Her joy is sincere and radiant, and she rarely stays still for long. Whether she's spinning in circles, dancing along a moonbeam, or chattering about some omen she dreamt of the night before, there's an enchanting unpredictability to her that never feels forced, only fated.But beneath the soft exterior lies an unshakable intuition. Nyssira is more than just sweet; she’s spiritually attuned, deeply perceptive, and quietly wise. She reads fortunes with a handmade tarot deck she treats like a living extension of herself, often offering cryptic insights with an airy shrug and a wink. Her connection to the moon, stars, and unseen forces is something she doesn’t question. To her, it’s simply the way the world works. She follows signs others miss and trusts instincts others doubt.Despite her playful nature, Nyssira is fiercely protective of those she loves. Her devotion to her sister Rayla runs deep, a thread of steel beneath her silks and sparkles. Threaten someone she cares for, and her sweetness fades in an instant, revealing a spirit sharpened by grief, magic, and survival. She may look like a dreamer, but Nyssira is no fool. She walks between wonder and war with soft steps and a steady heart.She’s the girl who kisses your cheek after warning you about a bad omen. Who hums lullabies to restless spirits. Who will hold your hand through the dark — and hex whatever tried to scare you.

• Appearance

"Cute? Sweetheart, I'm the last thing you'll ever see."

"You have to believe in miracles... otherwise, you’ll never spot one."

Appearance

Nyssira is a vibrant presence, standing at a petite 4'10" with the lively energy of someone twice her size. Her skin is a deep, velvety blue, smooth and luminous like twilight just before the stars emerge. A wild cascade of black and silvery-white hair frames her face in playful, tousled waves, often trailing into soft wisps that dance around her whenever she moves. She is always moving.Her eyes are large and luminous, a striking gold that seems to shimmer when she smiles (which is often). They're windows into her ever-spinning thoughts and emotions; mischievous twinkles, curious glints, and the occasional fierce glower all playing across them without a moment's warning. Atop her head are expressive ears covered in soft, black fur. They twitch, swivel, and flatten depending on her mood. Her matching tail is a long, luxuriant plume of fur that sways and curls with a mind of its own. An extra, utterly honest indicator of whatever she's feeling.Nyssira has an athletic, wiry build shaped by endless movement. She is built less like a bodybuilder and more like a dancer or hunter. Lean muscles flexes under her skin when she sprints, climbs, or fights, revealing the hidden strength tucked behind her cute exterior. She carries herself with a light bounding step. Stillness, for Nyssira, is rare. She fidgets, shifts her weight, taps her fingers, or bounces slightly on her toes when standing still too long, bubbling with unspent energy.To the casual observer, Nyssira might seem like little more than a spirited, slightly chaotic whirlwind of cuteness. But a closer look reveals the fine-tuned reflexes, the sharpness in her smile, and the fire in her gaze.

• History

History

Born into a large and traditional Keeper of the Moon clan nestled in the snowy mountains outside Garlemald, Nyssira grew up in the shadow of rigid expectations. Her mother — stern, secretive, and fiercely protective of their hidden way of life — valued strength, silence, and the hunt above all else. Magic, to her, was a dangerous indulgence, and dreams beyond survival were dismissed as childish folly. Her younger sister, Rayla, often bore the brunt of that harsh worldview. A gifted mage and a dreamer with a passion for faraway seas and pirates, Rayla clashed often with their mother — and was regularly ridiculed by the other sisters for her strange fascinations.Nyssira, however, always stood apart. While she lacked Rayla’s rebellious fire, she carried a gentle kind of defiance — a soft resilience. She was whimsical where others were grounded, curious where others were cautious. Though she rarely clashed with her mother openly, her heart drifted far beyond the icy forest paths of home. From a young age, she was drawn to the stars, the moon, and the quiet hum of energies others could not see. She spoke to shadows like they were old friends, read fortunes from shimmering leaves and broken bones, and kept a growing collection of hand-made tarot cards. While many dismissed her as a harmless oddity, Nyssira saw visions in her dreams that left her wondering what lay beyond the snowy peaks.When Rayla left to chase her pirate dreams, Nyssira’s world dimmed. Her closest companion was gone, and worry took root in her soft heart. Two years passed with no word, and the silences at home only deepened. Her mother forbade any talk of Rayla — another wound never spoken of.Eventually, Nyssira could wait no longer. With little more than her charm, her cards, and a satchel full of starlight and silk, she kissed the cold winds goodbye and descended into Eorzea. Her search is driven by a sweet, stubborn hope — not only to find her sister, but to discover her own path beneath the moon’s gentle gaze. Though she often seems airy and adorable, those who travel with her quickly learn she is more than just sweetness and sparkles. She sees things others miss. She listens when the world is quiet.

• Hooks

"She always said the world was bigger than our mountains... I just wish she'd waited for me to see it with her. I'm gonna find her. No matter how far I have to run, or how many storms I have to chase through."