Uvonia Nile

General

Name: Uvonia Nile
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Meta Role: Switch sub lean
Role: Switch Dom Lean
Class: Detective
Ancestry: Human Lineage

Backstory

“That’s nine so far.”
A younger Uvonia closes the large lockbox that sits upon her desk in her parent’s home. Dozens of literature pieces, some embellished, some nonfiction, some completely fictional, and all of them mystery. She was fifteen when she read her first real mystery book, sixteen when she’d read the fortieth. Seventeen was when she sat down at her desk and decided henceforth she was going to try and solve each book she read through before the book gave her the answer. Not just hypothesize or speculate, nono. Actually take notes on pen and paper, draw up charts linking who to what, keep digging through the subtext and reading between the lines till she arrived at her answer. She started this roughly two months prior. And was nine books in with, so far, an accuracy rate of > 100%.
“What’s next…?” She asked nobody in particular with a contemplative tone and quizzical expression.
The girl walked up to her bookshelf in search of the next novel to dive into. The next “case file” for her to complete and store in that rusty lockbox.
The door to the room opens inward and obscures her, and in walks Uvonia, Older. In the present day, her room has barely changed at all. Her parent’s home had become her home in the last ten years. They passed due to illness several years back, but they went peacefully. She has had her time to grieve and accept it already, and is since living out her own life.

Uvonia’s small time hobby had become a real career. She took an internship of sorts under a local detective in hopes of becoming one herself, which she since has graduated from. Today was the completion of her seventh case. She sits down on her desk with a long sigh, and blows smoke from a pipe her father left behind for her. The smoke sifts in front of her eyes and thread like lines of various different colors string out to wherever they may lead. This is the boon her efforts have granted her…

The Fourth Case

A murder and a theft. A local knight’s squire had been killed, and the knight’s own prized possession was stolen. She got the case from her former mentor, whom had a full plate already, and fuller faith in her as his pupil to see the case completed.
The investigation had been underway for roughly a week now, and they traced the prime suspect, who unfortunately was a John Doe, back to what seemed to be a temporary hideout he laid in just after slaying the squire. Though, he wasn’t in it anymore. The room was tidy and well organized. And the proof of him or her living there was at least three days old.
Uvonia’s eyes scanned for anything that looked out of place in the room. The knight said he wasn’t sure what the item exactly was. Just that it was an heirloom passed through six of his ancestors to him, stored in a lockbox similar to her own. Unfortunately, Uvonia saw no such lockbox, not her nor any of the five accompanying knights, six if you included the man who requested the case in the first place.

The investigation seemed to be at something of a standstill when the gas began pouring into the cave. Uvonia and the five knights began coughing and hacking up blood, she didn’t know what it was other than a very strong, noxious poison. Her body felt weak, and her among the other knights fell to the floor in a moment of paralysis. Knocking over a spool of yarn on a table on the way down.

A hooded man clad in armor and a damp fabric mask over his face walked in, a longsword drawn. One by one, the knights were executed. He drove his sword through their paralyzed bodies via the chest, some tried to crawl away, others choked out the words coward or other insults for such dishonorable methods, but they died all the same. Uvonia couldn’t think of any way out of this, and her morale only fell lower with each impaled knight. She drew her pipe as her turn came around, and the killer was gracious enough to give her one last smoke before her turn. He drove the sword down towards her chest, and every muscle and fiber of Uvonia’s being tensed. Her body in every way bracing for the end. And that was when the spool of yarn, partially unwound and touching her hand, began to glow. Time slowed to a stop around Uvonia. The spool of yarn has disappeared, but a long thread that was crimson red ran throughout the entire room jumping from one body to the next, seemingly hanging suspended in the air.
Uvonia’s family wasn’t well off… They had no room for luxuries and lived small lives. The only notable thing of value save for their house was the fancy pipe her father bought off a merchant who swore it would bring good fortune, which was now Uvonia’s. Naturally, that meant they had no idea of their daughter’s gift. She had an innate affinity with magic that never once was developed or even so much as noticed. She hadn’t even seen any actual magic herself. But in the face of death, and touching not one, but TWO magical items, she performed her first feat of mage-craft and attuned to them when she flexed her whole body.

Uvonia reached up to touch the thread running through the air. As she slid her fingers across it, first towards her, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, the sword pushing in. So naturally she immediately drew her hand the other way, and the pain subsided, the sword pulled back as if time was in reverse. She kept sliding her hand along till she could stand up, pipe still in hand. The poison gas that touched the smoke of her pipe permeating through the room suddenly stopped. And the smoke itself began to encroach, touching it and turning it into regular old smoke. The thread changed colors whenever the smoke touched it. From a normal white to that crimson red. She followed the thread along, still holding it, and one by one the murderer moved in reverse, undoing the death of each knight. The further down the thread she got, the red began to fade to white. And Uvonia noticed that in the forward direction it would get much more red with each death. Eventually at the end of the line she saw the events play out, when everyone’s back was towards him… the knight who made the case threw a potion on the ground and covered his face with a cowl and a damp cloth. When the bottle shattered the smoke filled the room and he began killing. That’s where that poison came from. Uvonia stands at the end of the thread, wondering how to stop this, if she even can. Time still wasn’t moving so long as she held the twine.
Uvonia was a fit woman, but she’d never fought before, and she was the only one who knew what was about to happen. After a moment of deliberation, she released the twine before the potion was thrown and tried to catch it. Instead, she fumbled and batted it right at the knight’s feet. Panicking, she glanced over her shoulder to see if she could grab the twine and try again, but the thread was long since gone. So she made the only move she could. Before the knight could protect himself with cowl and cloth she tackled him with her whole body weight, sending him onto the ground. The gas spilled out but now he inhaled it as well. And after a thorough coughing fit and some blood, the whole room, the knight included was paralyzed too. The guards however, further into the room, recovered first. The gas wasn’t as potent once it diluted throughout the cave. Whereas both Uvonia and the knight were right atop the source. The guard’s quickly apprehended the knight before he could recover and Uvonia was rushed to the nearest medical ward.

Uvonia woke up after nearly two weeks of being in and out of consciousness and in poor condition. Her pipe and her clothes were set aside on a hospital chair, and she was in a gown. Her tutor sat in the second chair, woken from his sleep by her shuffling. He looked up in shock and, after getting some nurses to come and evaluate her condition, explained everything.

The knight was the killer, that much was obvious. He and his squire had debts with a local syndicate that he could not afford to pay. So the syndicate offered him a choice, pay up, kill each other, or they’ll kill them both. The squire insisted on fleeing, but the knight in his cowardice snuck up on his squire and backstabbed him, took his heirloom, and realized he was now the perpetrator of a violent murder, if he just skipped town they’d find him. He had no idea how to clean up a murder, so he hatched a plan. Set up a hideout several miles away that seemed lived in, then report the incident as if he just witnessed it after coming home from a day of guard work. He’d hire a skilled detective to find any tracks he may unknowingly leave that link it to him, and then, after learning what to hide about murder from an unknowing detective, kill all of the people involved with the case out in that secluded spot. He’d clean out both crime scenes and then skip town with a completely dead trail! Fortunately though, Uvonia “figured out” what he was up to and heroically saved the day. Clearly nobody knew about the thread and smoke. Her mentor praised her for figuring it out in time, thinking that he himself would not have. And asked about the heirloom. Uvonia lied and said she had no idea what or where it ended up being, but the truth must have been the spool of yarn all along.

Uvonia has been troubled since that case. She’s alive because she got LUCKY. Maybe it worked out, maybe she got the answer at the end, maybe she survived. But it was LUCK that made all that happen. Not her own talents! As far as she was concerned from her novel cases, to her internship cases, to her real cases… case #4 was a failure. She realized then how helpless she was if she was to ever encounter the perpetrator of a potentially violent crime. So she asked the guards’ whose lives she saved for a favor. She had them teach her to fence with a rapier and all. She is still a beginner, only grasping basic fundamentals… but she needed to learn SOMETHING to fight if she had too. And this was it for her.
Cases five through seven were not only incredibly mundane, but also shockingly easy. What Uvonia had learned so far was that if she focused her mind, that thread reappeared, but hundreds of them. All interconnected to different items, people, places, etcetera. All white and boring. The interesting part was if she blew smoke out amongst the wires, they all changed to so many different colors. Representative of the different feelings or happenings of whatever they were associated too. A golden yellow for avarice, red for violence, the closer to blood the color gets the more violent whatever it is, is, blue for lies or half truths, and so many more colors her trial and error hadn’t quite figured out the meanings of yet. But it has made her cases so much easier, she can see through lies, tell when someone may be a threat, may become even more threatening down the line, or perhaps even an immediate danger. She can tell what is stolen, who stole it, where it was stolen too and that leaves figuring why and how, which is usually easy for her anyway. There were a few conditions to this however… she had to have something to “tie” the problems too. For example, she couldn’t follow a gold thread to catch a thief is she doesn’t know who the thief is, what was stolen, and where they may have gone. She could however work on figuring those things out if she knew at least one.
Lets say a pouch of gold was stolen, she can trace a thread to the original owner, who can give enough detail to identify the thief, which gives her enough of a thread to trace to the thief’s residence or location, and once she has all three. The golden thread shows her the rest clear as day. Uvonia hasn’t told anyone about her newfound magic or the items she channels it through. Nor has the thread ever done what it did that first day again…
Back in the present, Uvonia is strumming the wires tangled about in the smoke when she gets a knock on the door… another case. Brilliant.

Info

Likes: Mystery, fencing, smoking, writing, dancing, socializing, liars (she claims its “thrill if the hunt,”) and intelligent conversation.
Dislikes: Having to explain herself more than thrice, “meatheads” as she calls them, crime and criminals, being chronically poor, failure to use common sense, failure to understand cause and effect, confidently incorrect people.
Kinks (OOC): See kinklist
Limits (OOC): See kinklist