Onini comes from an extinguished line of nobility, who's name has been practically erased from records after the Calamity. There was rumors that it was due to the questionable and mysterious deaths that occured just before the wake of the Calamity. Her mother was a Plainsfolk courtesan that fancied the Ser Cocolayu, but when it was discovered she was heavy with child, instead of casting her away, she was instead taken in and the child was raised in what her mother would call "a prison masked as luxury". While in her solitude, her mother would often speak of the house of Courtesans she used to work for, as well as the fields and huts she so despised from her homeland. She'd even sneak the child out against her lover's wishes just to spite him. Despite such, Nini and her mother did share some interests, the primary being that of the Occult and Dark arts long forgotten. It was really the only thing she had in common with her mother, so much so that Nini became a willing guinea pig simply to appease her mother and her own curiousity, as well as to please her. As any child would, at least she thought. Then, it happened. While growing up, she saw the budding interest form between Cocolayu's Magick Advisor, a Duskwight Elezen going by the alias Hellsworn, and her mother which seemed to come to fruition when she was thirteen. Desperate to be with her mother, the child was gladly swept away, her father's precious obsession for reasons she was uncertain of.
The relationship with her mother was never the best, but it became more strained as she began to dabble in... blood sacrifices, and indulge in perverse rituals, and gatherings. Nini was subjected to these things as well, else she'd be locked away in the dark. This is where her fear of dark places surfaced, often hearing the screams echoing and throes of pleasure and laughter ringing outside her prison. Eventually, Nini... adapted, closing away her emotions in order to get by the next day. There were little things she took comfort from anymore in this period in her life, lasting that of a several years, and knowing nothing else even after as she came of age. Then whispers of a crimson moon began to whisper among that would take part Hellsworn's rituals and 'festivities'. Dalamud. Hellsworn promptly seeking more than he could chew would join the Lambs of Dalamud and formed a sect, her mother and herself tailing behind, not that she had much of a choice at this point. She knew nothing else, and her curiousity was always her weakness despite her disposition. The rituals grew more fierce, going as far and luring adventurers into thinking they were saving kidnapped loved ones. Nini remembered those days vividly, for she was often used as bait, making visible signs of abuse, bruises and markings, scars. She remembered almost feeling a touch of pity when their jugulars were sliced open, or their bodies torn by some who had turned to Voidsent. Every so often, she would look up, seeing the crimson moon grow larger, feeling such a wave of awe watching over her, thinking she could feel the power simply pouring from it. Her deity, her anchor.
Some time passed, and there was talk of a battle taking place in Cartenueu, plans to be made... a mass suicide for the end that was to come. She remembered her mother, a crazed look in her eyes as she brushed Nini's hair, almost preening her for the occasion. So devote to this; the Lalafell had lost hope for her long ago, and yet she dutifully followed after her despite the things she's done over the many years, knowing that her mother reached her limit, and her shine dimmed. Lackluster. Truthfully, she doesn't remember where they were taken to. Her memory then are hazy, and only remember a sudden pain searing her side, twisting. Screams were heard all around, and the scent of blood thick, nauseating her as she laid there. A dagger was plunged into her in retaliation when she would not take her own life. She was surrounded by rocky walls, a wide opening above her, the crimson rays of Dalamud bathing her. Her mother would return to her side to finish herself off, plunging the dagger into her own body as she gazed up at the crimson moon, cackling until her last breath was drawn, tears in her eyes. The last of them was Hellsworn, standing over her bleeding body, his pained gaze over that of his lover laying next to her child before turning towards Nini noting she still lived. Fear suddenly assailed her, and when he tried to finish her off, her Aether surged and erupted from her body in desperation, to live. What spurred her on that night was raw instict, tearing him asunder, blood splattered at her feet and on her; filth, she thought. She let out a blood curling shriek, feeling as if madness was taking her, fire filing her veins. After some time passed, she gazed up towards her deity, tears spilling from her eyes. She wanted to witness that moon she so adored watching each night as it descended. She trudged along from the massacre, soon hearing faint sounds of.. battle...? Metal clashing. Still her eyes remained glued upon the moon, anxious when she had gone through the tunnel leading out from the cavern where she left behind the slaughter, climbing up to a rocky hill, from afar watching the carnage of the Grand Companies and the Garleans faced off. A sudden thundering erupted, and a pillar tore through the air and crashed in the middle of the field. The blast from the impact nearly threw her off, her body weakened, and yet still she watched on, a smile slowly breaking through her stoic features for the first time in a long time. Another thunder, and Dalamud blew apart, sending debris flying all around. Much else past that was a blur, she bore a hazy witness the Elder Primal's wrath, confusion filling her mind in seeing the very thing she worship turn to something so raw, only for the foundation of the very hill she stood on began to crumble. Darkness, blackness taking her when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. Since then, she woke up in the carriage of some Elezen merchant and his eldest son, her wounds swiftly bandaged and body blanketed in soft furs to keep her warm. Since then, Nini struggled at first trying to make a living, until she became an adventurer and began studying and try to acquire tombs of arcane knowledge. Now, several years after the Calamity the Lalafell joins the Order of Sword and Rose, and who knows what awaits her, surrounded by friendly folks, it is a complete contrast of her past. Will it change her? Or is she doomed to walk the path of self destruction? DUN DUN DUN. TOON IN NEXT TIME.