Character Profile: Nyra

Name: Nyra Role: Huntress of Kinward Bonded Creature: Thaleon (Capra) Current Status: Alive, retired from the hunt Known For: Tracking Nyxborn corruption, braiding protective charms, Thaleon’s memorial guardian

Appearance: Nyra is a young woman with an unwavering gaze, braided dark hair, and earth-toned clothing suited for travel and survival. Her eyes are marked by weariness and wisdom beyond her years. She wears fragments of Thaleon’s mane woven into her clothing and keeps talismans tied at her hip—each one a tribute to a life protected or a lesson hard-won.

Personality: Quiet, focused, and practical. Nyra isn’t known for grand speeches or bold declarations, but her actions carry the weight of unshakable loyalty. She believes in the bond between Capra and Handler as sacred and enduring. Her grief is deep but channeled into a fierce desire to prepare others for what may lie ahead.

Backstory: Nyra began as a simple hunter—skilled, but not extraordinary. Her bond with Thaleon awakened something deeper: a purpose beyond providing for the village. When Nyxborn creatures began to crawl into the borders of Kinward, Nyra and Thaleon took it upon themselves to seek the source. They became known as trailblazers of the wild dark.

Their tireless pursuit led to a devastating encounter—a moment of sacrifice that saved a trapped group of villagers but claimed Thaleon’s life. In honor of his memory, a statue now stands in the village square, and those who pass it often reach out to touch the carved legs of the Capra, a symbol of divine protection.

Legacy and Role Today: Though no longer an active hunter, Nyra is regarded as a living legend. She teaches young Handlers how to braid protective talismans and speaks softly about the signs of darkness. She does not claim to know all, but she remembers, and she listens.

In her quiet, grounded way, Nyra has become a cornerstone of strength for Kinward. And though she walks alone now, some say they’ve seen a green-eyed Litten watching from the trees, its steps echoing her own.

Quote: “I still feel him in the trees. Still protecting me. Watching. Waiting. And when I braid his hair into mine, I know he never really left.”