They always say, making deals with the devil is a bad idea but what happens when you screw a devil? Well, you end up with a Nymeria. Nymeria's mother was a retired Marine medically discharged over an injury to her spine and was angry over it. She dug into lore and legends, trying to find a way to repair this injustice because the woman was not done, she wanted to fight still and eventually, she found a way to summon the demon who had three heads; a duke of hell. The only name he gave her was Aym and they struck a deal; he was to help her regain glory and he'd get more soldiers in his legions. They sealed the deal when he returned possessing a human man from Georgia and nine months later, Nym was born. She was not raised with tender love and care. She was raised clinical and methodical. Her last name was an offering to her father who did send messages every so often to her and encouraged her to grow strong. Nym was home-schooled; her 'birthmark' as her mother called it would draw far too much attention with how it went up from her heart and over her face; being a teen and not being able to control her emotions well, it was an easy argument to win. In time she would learn how to cover it well and control her emotions better. Nym would finish her last years of high school mother enrolled her in military training acadomy for a year which did impart her some social skills but it enforced the military life-style she’d grown up with at home while seeing to getting her deploma. She excelled the couple of years she was there though, learning more survival skills and a baseline of the start of medical training which instilled the seed of wanting to learn more about it. When she was of legal age to enroll, her mother signed her off for it and so she’d begin her Marine military career. With her natural skills, she flourished in the environment- even if she wasn’t excited about being there all together, she went because it was all she was truly prepared for. The weeks of intense training was physical and demanding on her body but she adapted and excelled, when she graduated from and then started her new found training in the infantry. Nym though, found she had a knack for it- even if she had started out with a dislike of the idea of going. The young woman climbed the ranks finding her footing in the infantry assualtman and aiding in commanding her team and even being transferred to the MAESOC division after showing interest and skills towards it. For her father, she quietly had to pay respect to him while in service, carving his symbol into her weapons as the quietest nod. She spent a total twelve years in service earning the rank of Major before being honrably discharged due to taking an injury to her hip and not being able to walk properly again; Nym gladly jumped(heh) on retirement when it was offered. A part of her was sad to leave, as it was a majority of what she knew but also she had built some connections in the Marines during her time of service. Sadly, she never trusted herself to get emotionally close to anyone in fear of them learning her well covered secret kept hidden with a mix of make up and turtle necks. With this new lease on life and her mother cutting her out for retiring, she took it with open arms and left. During the last six years of her military career she had been taking college classes on top of her normal duties, wanting to be a nurse one day and so felt it was pertinent to gain these skills; it wasn’t like they protested to her advancing her knowledge so long as her normal duties did not slack. When she’d been discharged she had been in her last year and was able to graduate, taking a job opportunity in Easthaven. It was a change but hell, it was one she wanted and needed in her life. Without the quiet whispers of her parentage anymore, she was able to see what a normal life might look like; after all, Easthaven was a normal city.