Nightingale Parfait (Triumph)
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| Nightingale Parfait | |
| Player: @BittPlayer | |
| Server: Triumph | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Threat Level: | Unknown |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Undisclosed |
| Known Aliases: | None |
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Human |
| Age: | Early 20s |
| Height: | 4'11" |
| Weight: | 125lbs |
| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | Brown |
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Unknown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Praetorian |
| Occupation: | Freelance villain, purported Praetorian government agent |
| Place of Birth: | Praetoria |
| Base of Operations: | Cap Au Diable |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
| Known Powers | |
| Inborn magical talent | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Skilled in dark magic, trained in shield use | |
| Equipment | |
| Impervium kite shield | |
| Yes, her name's stupid. Yes, she knows. | |
Background
How she got to Primal Earth is unclear, but whatever the details are, the ridiculously-named Nightingale Parfait is in fact Lorelei Nachtigall's Praetorian counterpart. This means that she knows Lorelei's real name, as the both of them share it, but Parfait doesn't seem willing to reveal Lorelei's name, either out of a sense of honor or because it might be good blackmail material.
In any case, Parfait claims to be an agent of Emperor Cole, sent to Primal Earth to retrieve the errant Theo Alteridem, who the Tyrant has taken an interest in due to his Force of Will abilities. Given that Parfait is airheaded, easily distracted, and entirely too chipper for real villainy, it's likely that Emperor Cole doesn't expect Parfait to succeed, or survive, this assignment.
Current Status
Joyously evil and generally troublesome, Nightingale Parfait currently considers herself Lorelei Nachtigall's personal antagonist. Lorelei considers Parfait an idiot with troublesome magical powers and a tenacity almost unmatched by anyone else Lorelei knows. Parfait is alive today primarily because she always seems to know when, and how, to run from a fight, and she can use her magic to hide from Beckett Alteridem's soul-sense.
