PRISM | Nyminka

BASIC INFORMATION

Name [ Nyminka Kidisti Elen ]

Gender [ Female ]

Age [ 32 ]

DOB [ August 7 2038 ]

Ethnicity [ Eritrean | Tigre descent ]

Height [ 5’ 10 | 177.8 cm ]

PRISM INFORMATION

Codename [ N/A ]

Division [ Forensics ]

Rank [ N/A | Trainee ]

Weapon [ Locked ]

CONSENT

Injury [ yes ]

Possession [ yes ]

Death [ yes ]

MYSTICISM

Base [ 4 ]

Current [ 3 ]

STATS

Strength [ 2 ]

Constitution [ 3 ]

Dexterity [ 1 ]

Intelligence [ 4 ]

Charisma [ 3 ]

PERSONALITY

+ Thorough | Looking at anything from every angle possible she is committed to find resolve or understanding. Room for variance or alternative results must be narrowed down. Applies to life, living, work, home- When it’s her interest and focus.

+ Jaunty | Holding herself high she carries the energy of the morning sun in her step and sway. Unyielding in stance she presents a blithe and jovial nature that goes beyond emotional up and downs it's proven to be a personal internal defense for her.

+ Authentic | Emotions expressed are true to the heart and not to be taken lightly. Wearing no front she doesn’t clip what she has to say about her feelings towards people and life. This isn't to say Nyminka is forward with personal emotional truths about herself or anything related to family or her life outside of work.

+ Persistent | Regardless of difficulty or delays if Nyminka is committed to something she will stick with it for the long haul. It’s distasteful for her to let go or leave behind something midway.

- Reticent | Selective of when and how others get to know her, emotions are extremely personal and exposure is rare. A trait that became more apparent as she aged. She is open in observations and information and if the topic stays science related she will continue to be communicative. As of recent a back alley in her internal fortitude can be found in asking about her recent exploration of ghosts and related topics.

\\ While she isn’t openly admitting this to herself, the recent acceptance of ghosts as part of her reality has left her emotionally open in unique ways.

- Assertive | A lioness in her own world Nyminka is incredibly firm with her approach and can come off pushy. Fueled by a drive to continue onwards it can require roping her back in to understand her perspective or reason of thought.

- Morbid | She is willing to use herself as a basis of study or observation in experiment and in that sense towards her own life, she is reckless. More of a corpse than people person, monologuing to a cadaver for autopsy is a common indulgence of hers. These things would never be said to the casual friend or acquaintance. She is engrossed with death and decay. It leeches into her life outside of work in apparent ways that can be off putting--organ taxidermy, crime scene photo albums, bones, displays of contained bacterial strains, endless science journals lining bookshelves.

- Unyielding | Against proof right before them they will stick to their opinions or views for a long time. Not that they can't be swayed, the effort needed to do so is great as she expects sound reason behind why she should change her stance.

HISTORY 

Age >5 \\

“I spent the summers playing late out in the fields with my parents- Fireflies everywhere. ”

-Born in the NW, parents were children of Eritrean immigrants to the United States.

Age 6 \\

“My father had gotten sick, you see mother knew from the start what was wrong but at the same time had no ability to stop it.

“He was captured”, she would say.

Not how it truly was, I know now the word was possessed not captured. A different word for the same thing in the end and it didn’t matter either way Father was good and dead in two months and I was left sour. Bitter, Bitter- Blew my whole ego out of proportion.

I had a complete rejection of what I could see, a stubborn focus on his declining health rather than the visual indicators of bodily infestation. My father sat there shedding his soul away before my eyes and I willfully chose to ignore it.

My mother has always been more in tune with something other than the humans living around her, so his death was a daily display that left her in mourning even before his death. By the time of his death I was stung and any ability I had to see these things such as my mother could was lost to my blind soul.

I had a meltdown at first, hateful towards everything. After a week though I knew one thing for sure, my Father’s death had put a fear in me of all things intangible and inexplicable. I became engrossed in death and all of science related to such topic with a conviction that only much later on in my life I would realize had been a shield against my pain and confusion at first.

I begged my mother for anything at all to help and she gave me the space to understand my own form of healing. She brought me home books and journals, not that their contents could impress heavily upon me at such a young age but it gave me some sort of comfort and at the same time a sense of a goal.

Several years after everything we moved down south, Arizona, always figured it was Mother's own way of handling her pain. My attention span after moving was left comprised and I eventually was searching for some way to keep my hands busy. Thankfully while wandering around the dusty shallow walks of the lonely town I came across something that spoke fast and stuck deep with me.

There was several different kinds of locomotive and motor collision junk yards there and most were defunct. Piles and stacks, rows upon endless tangled heaps of locomotive technology splayed out before me begging to be messed with. o what year was that?”

Age 11 \\

"The year had been 2049! If my mother had thought I was capable of making messes before the turn towards the 50's then this was the year I re wrote her whole concept of clean.

I had reached a wall of sorts when it came to sitting around and reading all the time. I could only handle so much written word before my head was spilling backwards into space. I drowned myself in the offerings of the dump and started in the rusted world of older machines and how to build those. Boxes endless I would drag them through the home into my room, oil and soot always across the entry way to her dismay. She grew up when most these kind of parts and pieces were being cycled out for more reliable material- all of it total junk to her.

Either way over the next few years I found another part of myself among the metal and fashioned together a miserable concept of a bike. Was meant to hover but I was over my head and the most it could do was make beautiful lights and wobble in place before giving out with a heavy bursting sigh of black smoke and sharp smells."

Age 13 \\

"I came to terms with how long it would be before I could make that bike work, and feeling more balanced between play and focus I put my nose back to the paperwork and text. With my hands busy my mind was free and the ability to focus returned.

Along with, why, a question insatiable. My Father's death at this point had become something more of a troupe in my own mind, an excuse for continued learning on a topic that dealt more with my own insecurities than the real reasons of his death.

I could have confided in my mother over his death but doing so would mean committing to an acceptance that there was something more. That my whole life, every odd moment, feeling, sensation, and sighting experienced and repressed or ignored had been of supernatural origin.

Look at us all! Technology and Science, that's the answers to it all right?

That's the excuse I gave myself."

Age 23 \\

"I stayed this stubborn in my world view for many years and it fueled my focus I got through high school graduating a year early at 17 and continued immediately onwards to my undergrad. I moved from my mother’s at that point to a larger city still within state for this. I acquired a job at a locomotive shop outside of school to make rent and petty money.

I finished my undergrad at 21 and pursued my Master's in forensic biology, at such time I also left behind the locomotive shop and got into an internship at a forensic lab processing evidence. At 23 I was finished with my masters.”

Age 26 \\

"Against everything still I was unhappy with all the knowledge I had and how little it answered about my Father's death. I continued my education further, through sleepless nights staring glazed eyed at a holo-screen trying so darn hard to get to something deeper. It had never been about him though and what I really needed was acceptance.

I left school at that point, never gaining a Doctoral degree and feeling snipped in the bud. I kept with my current job at the time, a small laboratory that offered forensic services in connection with criminal and law offices, it made good money and at that point life felt stuck."

Age 29 \\

"I'm making myself heard, this isn't easy just going through my whole history like this for ya, Okay?-

I had a child, I still have them, her father though ahah-

The sap, none of us had a clue till he simply collapsed no warning but a complaint of being lightheaded days prior. It was that day though I saw it, wavering somethings in the air about him. As much as I could make it out I brushed it away. Persistent in my avoidance of the strange.

I was a fool though and tried once more with science, the autopsy report left me unsatisfied.

At a personal crossroads and out of excuses I was finally willing to admit to myself how lost and in need of a new perspective I was."

Age 30 \\

"My mother true to herself had open arms to wrap about my hurting soul. Both my child and I moved in my job left behind and my focus now given to the largest blind spot I had been running from my whole life. I had gotten the bike up and running back in college , I could dig through the biological slew of evidence left by crime like no other, but it didn't matter now.

My sights had turned to something entirely new. Souls, Spirits, Ghosts- What have you. Anything at all I could get a hold of or learn from my mother. My time there turned much more into a chance to connect with her in new ways than I had anticipated.

While we had always been in contact it had never been to this honest or exposed of a degree."

Age 32 \\

"She had taught me the basic frame work she had known her whole life.

Over the next two years my mother stepped in helping with my child and in turn allowed me a chance to connect with the world in new ways. I had a whole new approach to seeing everything science has taught me and was learning to trust the things I experienced around me as real and in their own way explainable.

It's embarrassing but since the passing of my child's father I've started to record sightings and interactions, extremely crude at first but I’m getting better at understanding what I’m experiencing rather than writing it off . I have been keeping journals, scientific ones or not but I have been keeping them, and putting them online. Anywhere honestly that they could be found.

I wanted to know if there was others who could corroborate my own findings.

Turns out there had been, they came to me on a late afternoon. I had been a bit focused and the sounds of their shoes against the wet gravel outside had given me quite a scare that day.

Not ghosts or even some punk kids to also hang out in the same abandoned locations, but a whole new job offer!

I told them yes, obviously- Lots of paperwork though, so we'll see where this goes. Thankfully should things sort out my Mother offered fast to let my daughter stay with her for the time being."

RELATIONS

She loves her mom and she loves her child Very Much.

She loves her father and the lover but does not fret over them as much as she does the living and learning

<3 Decay

<3 Technology

<3 Zoom Zoom Escapes on her bike that she is continuously modding and repairing

X Unfounded opinions and conclusions

X Forgetting to grab a snack

X Music that doesn't have a dance beat

TRIVIA

*She plays old recordings of some tv talk show from the pre 20's when working on anything mechanical, The Eric Andre Show?

*Eats fruit and preserved things mostly

*Would love to have a garden but has never had the concept of any time to do that

*Spent a lot of $$$$ in her late 20's on body modifications of synthetic and physical kinds.

Enhanced lenses of the eye \\ money.cnn.com/2016/05/04/techn…

Digital tattoos that contain sensors and record body information \\ www.dezeen.com/2013/03/28/bios…

She also has tattoos that glow under UV and as of right now her personal secret