Great wannabe princess of the kingdom of delusions of grandeur. Or so she hopes you'll think.
(Tw in History for animal death, blood, abuse mention, implied non-con.)

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Now in the world outside of her homeland, Nalme seeks a place of belonging. She wishes for a group of women to dote on her-- telling her she’s beautiful, talented, and kind. However, in seeking this, she has become bratty and egotistical. She loudly states that the women of her home always called her the most beautiful woman to have been born in the last two decades and the smartest little woman in the village. However, she keeps the bratty comments to a minimum around women and instead sneaks them what she can-- treats, trinkets, kind words of affection. Around men, the bratty comments become even louder-- and she tends to try to boss them around, assuming that if she is loud enough, they will listen and do as she pleases.If a man or woman scolds her, she melts, becoming quiet and tearful. She’ll often throw a fit, or even run away from the situation at hand.A deep desire she hides is love-- romantic love. Something like the stories of princes and princesses. She assumes that acting like a spoiled princess may just earn her that-- so she keeps the attitude on at all times.Many things that Nalme does are all for the sake of being more attractive to others. She wishes desperately for love of all kinds along with admiration. She plays music. She dances. She sings. All to seem more desirable and attractive.Recent developments:
Deep underneath her lying and acting, she feels empty, knowing that the only experiences with "romance" that she's ever had were false. They always ended with her being hurt, confused, or fearing for her life. Despite knowing it's unhealthy for her, she's prone to getting wrapped up in abusive relationships. She's hesitant now when a man approaches her romantically, worried that he will be the same as the others.

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Nalme was spoiled from birth. Her mother, Delri, always told her she was beautiful-- and the other mothers who lived near her home doted on her, complimenting her looks above all else. Nalme showed interest in archery at a young age-- first playing with a little bow made of twine and a small tree branch that one of the other mother’s set up for her. She made little arrows of sharpened twigs with a notch in the back-- none that flew too well, but would fly just enough of a distance to dig into the soft soil of the jungle floor near their home.Her own mother gifted her with a bow and arrow on her eighth birthday, pleased that she had a daughter that was not only beautiful, but seemed to show desire to protect the forest. The same day she received the bow, she ran behind her home deep into the thick jungle to practice her aim. Her aim was still shaky, still being a novice, and thus, when she shot her first arrow, she struck a bird. She remembers beginning to cry immediately, knowing she’d be in trouble. She thought she might be able to save the small bird, but upon inspection of it, she found it to be dead.Nalme retrieved her arrow and used it to dig a small grave for the bird, placing it in, burying it, and crying over it. She took her arrow to a stream, washing the blood off of it. Feeling as though she couldn’t return home now that she’d hurt a creature her people usually fought to protect, she ran, trying her best to avoid being spotted by the other women who might report back to her mother.As Nalme ran, she grew breathless, glancing all around her to ensure she was not being followed, failing to notice the obstacles before her. The girl tripped over a bit of uncleared underbrush-- clearly an area the women had not cleared out yet. She hit the ground hard, receiving several scrapes on her hands and knees. She panicked. She’d never seen herself bleed before, always being told by the other women to never run and being scooped up and doted on when she was being a little too rambunctious. She knew this was the first time any of the women would be disappointed in her.As she cried, she heard a rustling, and out from the trees stepped a man-- a male Viera-- and the first man Nalme had ever seen. She wasn’t frightened of him-- she was mystified. She found him to be incredibly handsome-- like a prince in the stories she’d heard from brave women of her clan that had ventured to the outside world-- lands where men were much more frequently seen-- and in abundance.All Nalme knew was that she was infatuated all at once.The male frowned at her, reaching down to pick her up. He held her under one arm and took her home, saying nothing as he carried her back, despite Nalme’s protests and pleading for him to answer questions about himself such as his name or what it was like further into the jungle. A few women recognized Nalme, running to collect her from the man and bring her back home to Delri. Despite the kindness he had shown by bringing her home and the infatuation she felt with his looks, Nalme felt betrayed-- and frustrated that he hadn’t spoken to her or doted on her. After all, he’d simply carried her like a bundle of sticks.Nalme decided she didn’t like men-- and any that she met in the future would listen to her.She never told her mother about the bird-- but from then on, showed an extreme disinterest in the forest. She never wanted to help anyone care for it-- she simply wanted praise. She’d do just enough to be praised by her mother and other women, but then go home and do things like read or draw. She kept herself very clean, refusing to have a speck of dirt on her and throwing a fit when she became dirty from doing work outside. This earned her the nickname of “little princess” from the women around her-- though they tended to find it more charming than anything else.Her disconnect from the woods grew as her guilt about the bird remained. Once she reached adulthood, she bid farewell to her mother, claiming she could not love the woods as the others did. It was a claim that deeply wounded her mother, though her mother feared she would say it louder and Nalme would become a target of the other vieras’ anger). Nalme stated she wished to explore the world outside of the jungle. Her mother tearfully gave her a goodbye, praying Nalme would miss the jungle and soon wish to return.[TW BELOW FOR ABUSE AND IMPLIED NON-CON]Life in the city was a whirlwind for Nalme. There were so many people who looked so different from her. And even more shocking was the amount of men. She found herself overwhelmed by the new possibilities-- and further overwhelmed by the new relationships. She found that others were considerably less friendly than she anticipated. With only a small amount of gil, the clothes on her back, and her bow to her name, she found herself without a place to stay.After several days of living on the street and begging for food, she was approached by a man. This man was so incredibly charming-- someone that made her heart flutter at the mere sight of him. After sometime of speaking, he invited her into his home where he allowed her to bathe and sleep. The first few days seemed comfortable. He was flirtatious towards her-- something she revelled in. After all, she wondered what a princess was without a prince to love her. The stories always had a prince to love the princess.Over the days, the man became more physical with Nalme-- and considerably more possessive. He didn’t allow her to speak to others and hardly allowed her to leave the home. Things escalated until one night, when Nalme protested about not being allowed to leave, he attacked her. Nalme was left bruised and beaten. As much as it hurt, she was left confused and heartbroken. But the man told her that it was what happened-- it was what happened when princesses married princes. It was what happened after the storybooks ended. And she believed him.The abuse became more severe when Nalme didn’t listen or follow directions just as he wanted. This led to different kinds of abuse-- ones Nalme doesn’t dare talk about, having come to the realization that maybe-- just maybe that wasn’t how things were supposed to be. After a night where the man forced himself on Nalme, she made up her mind to run. When he left the next morning, she broke the lock on the door, knowing he’d locked it to keep her inside.Then she ran.Since then, she keeps up her princess act, though is considerably more nervous-- especially when someone approaches her romantically or seems to call her out on her lies. She feels ashamed of her previous relationship with the man-- and also worries that will not be the last time she sees him.

Recent updates, Tw for Violence/gore/bruising/trauma below/other triggering subjects:Nalme doesn't have a single gil to her name. As such, she'd taken up dancing for gil, feeling she had little other to offer up for pay. While this kept her fed and with enough gil for an inn room most nights, she soon became focused elsewhere-- purchasing a home for a friend who did not have one. She began to work harder, rising early and going to bed late-- dancing and flirting as much as she could to draw in those willing to give her a tip. She was doing relatively well, having saved a considerable amount by sleeping outside and eating very little.She had been careless. And the man-- the one who kept her prisoner-- found her again. When he saw the outfit Nalme wore while dancing, he was enraged. He grabbed for her wrist, squeezing it hard as he shouted at her in front a crowd.Whore. Slut. Filthy Viera.He stole her earnings. After striking her hard at her left temple, she fell to the ground and he left, saying he'd come back for her. He told her to stay where she was-- to not dare leave that spot until he came back to drag her home. Unfortunately...that was the least severe of his threats. He stated that she was his. That no one could ever love a woman like her. No one except him. He left with her gil.Bloodied and bruised, she ran, sleeping in the woods that night and washing away the blood with water from a small stream.The next day she was back to it-- dancing in another town...though she constantly looked over her shoulder to see if he was there.Nalme now has a small scar at her right temple that is near her hairline. She seems considerably softer and more skittish than she had been.

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