Name: Kayellie

Race: Blended Nymph

Combat Style: Two Handed Sword, and a rather large one at that

Special Talent(s):

Stendarr’s Shield, an armor type spell that affects her, the player, and any other followers.  The Shield stacks with other armor spells and gives the player a 7% chance to avoid any incoming damage as long as it is active.  Kayellie will protect you!

Collateral Damage; Kayellie has the inexplicable ability to cause a great deal of damage to her surroundings with every swing of her sword.  She manages to do this as long as she is using any kind of great-sword, but If she is wielding her own “Holy Blade” she will also cause a much larger impact on critical hits; an impact strong enough to knock many enemies off their feet.  This is both a blessing and a curse.  It works to her advantage because it allows her to effectively fight several enemies at once.  The downside is that, as you can imagine, she tends to break and kill things somewhat indiscriminately.  She has enough sense to avoid hurting innocent bystanders but the same cannot be said for any chickens or goats unfortunate enough to be standing nearby.

• Kayellie is extremely good natured and friendly.  She is very tall, almost half a head taller than your average nord woman, and stunningly beautiful, which makes for a powerful first impression, and she is generally liked immediately by everyone who meets her.  She is always willing to help out with any task great or small that is asked of her, nothing is too difficult or insignificant for those in need!  Her central personality trait is that she is kind and generous to a fault.

• She believes herself to be a noble knight of Stendarr, a paladin, and generally expects others to treat her as such by showing respect and referring to her as your ladyship, milady, and so on.  She doesn’t get upset when those she speaks to forget or ignore this, but she will feel the need to politely remind them of her station, repeatedly, as many times as necessary.  Whether or not she is actually knight or a noblewoman is a matter of debate.

• Kayellie is, for lack of a better explanation, somewhat out of touch with reality.  She has what you might call a strong “Don Quixote” complex and will tend to turn any mundane chore into a noble quest undertaken for the sake of all Tamriel.  Kayellie is more or less on a never-ending quest to save Tamriel from whatever happens to be her task at any given moment.  If she is fighting a few skeletons, she believes she is saving Tamriel from an incursion by hordes of the undead, if she is collecting apples for a local farmer, she is actually saving Tamriel from the threat of impending famine and alleviating a crippling fruit shortage.  This can get somewhat silly, and she seems to be totally unaware of any silliness.

• Kayellie has a habit of causing a great deal of collateral damage when fighting.  She doesn’t do it deliberately, but she seems to be absolutely incapable of fighting without smashing everything around her, and has accidentally destroyed several villages.  She primarily fights with her “Holy Blade,” an enormous and almost impractically over-sized sword capable of cleaving a farmhouse in half with a single swing (as the unfortunate farmers will attest).

• Despite the fact that she is a menace to livestock and infrastructure everywhere, nobody ever seems to get mad at her for any of the things she does, her extreme niceness and genuine sincerity tends to make people put up with whatever she does.  It goes deeper than this actually, and very often people will go out of their way to make excuses for her and eventually find themselves becoming a part of her narrative.  

• Kayellie also doesn’t seem be aware of her own powers of demolition and mayhem, nor does she seem to realize that she is the reason the poor villagers need to rebuild over and over.  In the most bizarre twist of all, the townsfolk who are essentially the victims of her indiscriminate destruction will be the first ones to get very upset at anyone who tries to explain to Kayellie that she is the sole origin of all the devastation. That said, it definitely helps that she donates a considerable portion of the gold she finds while adventuring to help the poor villagers in their endless reconstruction efforts, but she sees this as charity, not at all as payment for the damage she has caused.

• The exception to this is Markarth.  Kayellie was not welcome in Markarth for quite a while due to an incident she claims involved the slaying of a “Water Dragon” laying siege to the city center.  This was long before dragons returned to Skyrim and even still there are no such things as “Water Dragons”.  Nobody in town will go into detail except to say the watermill by the smithy was broken for a while after this incident.

• Kayellie, as a blended Nymph, is one of the best examples of a Nymph who is wholly unaware of her true nature: she does not know she is a Nymph, and her Nymph hyper-sexuality conflicts strongly with her self-perception of being a proper and respectable noblewoman.  As a result she has a Victorian-esque relationship with anything naughty: an almost obsessive interest, a refusal to admit or acknowledge her interest, and thus a rather strong tendency towards repression.  

• Even the way she dresses is not exactly something she can be honest  with herself about.  She will either claim that she is taking advantage of the lack of protection in order to train her reflexes or that Stendarr has blessed her with his protection and covering herself would be an insult to His Mercy.  In truth she simply gets excited by having a lot of skin exposed, but it would be utterly impossible to get her to admit it.

• Indeed, any supernatural abilities she has inherited from her Nymph heritage are believed by her to be blessings granted to her as one of Stendarr’s favored servants.  She is certainly looked upon favorably by Stendarr as she is faultless in her defense of those in need, but even a high-priest of the Divines would be unable to convince her that eternal youth, invulnerability to non-magical weapons, and inhuman beauty are not blessings that Stendarr grants to his faithful. 

• Kayellie frequently adventures with Arborea, who she claims is her squire.  Arborea, who is not her squire, finds this irritating. 

• The two of them can usually be found relaxing in-between adventures at the Frostfruit Inn of Rorikstead.

Race: Wood Nymph

Combat Style: Dual-Cast Magic

Special Talent(s): Rainbow Beam, a flashy and somewhat over-the-top spell that combines destruction, restoration, and alteration magic into a single prismatic ray.  The Rainbow Beam burns health, exhausts stamina, slows movement speed, gradually erodes magic resistance, and last but not least, absorbs magicka from those it shines on.  It is extremely powerful against those with no elemental or magic resistances, and devastating against enemy spell casters, as she can cast it almost indefinitely when draining magicka from an enemy mage, but the effects are reduced by almost every type of resistance.  

Once achieving sufficiently high level she can also use her personal variation of Ebony Flesh - the Prism Flesh spell, which provides armor, magic, and a high level of shock resistance.

• Arborea is the quintessential stereotypical Nymph, she is a natural hedonist who is always looking for something new and entertaining, and she tries to avoid danger or exerting herself whenever possible.

• She never seems to lose her composure, she is always witty, charming and slightly amused.  She loves to tell stories, and is a natural performer and entertainer.  This is more of a desire to show-off or dazzle an audience than it is a need to be the center of attention.  She will happily let someone else be in the spotlight, so long as they can entertain her.

• She knows that she is a Wood Nymph and is not shy about telling people.  Most Wood Nymphii learn at an early age to avoid human and mer settlements. Though she has a very typical Epicurean Nymph personality, she is highly unusual relative to other Wood Nymph subtypes in that she prefers civilization along with all it has to offer to the forest, and is neither shy nor reclusive.

• Arborea may be one of the oldest creatures on Tamriel based on the stories she tells, as she will often recount events from earlier eras as a first-hand experience, but she refuses to even hint at her true age. Most Nymphii, and Wood Nymphii in particular, have a superstition against telling anyone their age.  Since a Nymph does not age or die naturally and a Wood Nymph does not get disease and is immune to all manner of toxins or poisons, they typically only die of violence or accident.  So to a Wood Nymph telling someone how long you have lived is tantamount to declaring to Death how long you have eluded his grasp.

• She can often come across as self-centered or egocentric and has a very lofty impression of herself.  She has a habit of introducing herself as “the most interesting person you will ever meet.”  This can be quite off-putting at first, but consider that she is at least hundreds if not thousands of years old, and to her all living mortals are a bit like foolish, naive children; She often treats them as such, though she rarely condescends to mortals the way that most Nymphii do.

• Arborea only reluctantly wears clothing since dealing with gawkers, would-be suitors, and squeamish city guards is in her words “a dreadful bore."  Despite her stated preference for nudity, she does enjoy dressing up and adding accessories to her outfit, a concept she considers to be one of the great innovations of otherwise prudish human women.

• Her life is generally spent in pursuit of the next good time, whether that is drinking, partying, or performing, and she avoids training, studying, and hard work in general like the plague.  She might make a great artist, if it wasn’t so much work.

• Absolutely loves good wine and good mead.  She doesn’t get drunk the same as mortals, since her Wood Nymph background makes her immune to all forms of toxins, but she often pretends she is, just for fun.  

• Arborea is essentially the embodiment of everything that Yulia finds frivolous and wasteful about Nymph behavior.  Yulia clearly recognizes just how much more powerful Arborea would be if she hadn’t devoted her entire existence to the pursuit of pleasure, and the two of them likely do not get along very well.  

• By comparison, Lykaea has more of a grudging respect for Arborea, as she recognizes Arborea’s great wisdom and experience as genuine strength concealed behind an Oscar WIlde-esque persona of wit, innuendo, and emotional detachment.

• Arborea can be found tagging along on Kayellie’s adventures for the sake of her own amusement.  Kayellie’s personality, the problems she causes, and how people inevitably treat her in spite of the fact that they are usually worse off as a result of meeting her, is a never-ending source of entertainment.  Very few things in her exceedingly long existence have ever provided as much reliable entertainment as Kayellie’s never-ending quest to save Tamriel.

• As Arborea explains, “meeting Kayellie is like meeting a fictional character come to life, a character who inevitably manages to turn the world around her into her own personal novel, and all of the people she meets into her supporting cast.”  This last part is something Arborea has had to actively resist and she will insist most emphatically that she is NOT Kayellie’s squire.

• Fights with her own self-designed rainbow magic, which is probably just as flashy and showy as it is effective.  It is likely that she designed it on a whim and she almost certainly cares far more about how her magic looks than how well it actually works.  Don’t let the somewhat silly style of the magic fool you though, it is the result of centuries upon centuries of refinement and honing, and is devastating against most foes.

• The two of them can be found relaxing in the Frostfruit Inn of Rorikstead, where Arborea has run up quite a tab.

Name: Lykaea

Race: Beast Nymph

Combat Style: Unarmed combat, highly aggressive and reckless

Special Talent(s):

Fists of Lykaea: summons two level-scaled wolves named “Lykaea’s Right Fist” and “Lykaea’s Left Fist”, respectively.  They do reasonable damage but they primarily function to distract enemies from Lykaea while she goes on a face-punching rampage.

She also regenerates in combat similar to a troll

Has a number of perks that greatly enhance her unarmed damage including

20% increased unarmed attack speed

Her unarmed strikes ignore 50% of opponent's armor

• Lykaea is the closest equivalent to a Tamrielic Darwinist who believes in her own strength above all else.  Her most important personality trait is  an obsessive desire to become stronger, and a compulsive need to challenge anyone who might be stronger than her to combat.

• Beast Nymphii heal very fast to begin with, and Lykaea heals even faster than most.  She won’t regrow lost limbs in a single day, but she can recover from borderline mortal wounds at a rate that would put a troll to shame.

• As a result of this combination of obsession with dueling and extremely rapid recovery, anyone who can beat her should probably expect to have to defeat the same crazy wolf girl a half dozen times or more in a single day.  

• Quite often she has to postpone her challenges to allow her opponents time to recover when they get exhausted after fighting her over and over.  She has no interest in defeating someone who isn’t at their best, that proves nothing.

• Is willing to fight to the death if necessary, but strongly prefers not to.  Her explanation is that the predator who kills off all but the weakest prey is doomed to become weak herself.

• Snarky and sarcastic towards those she believes weak.  Feels that respect is something that one must claim, it is never given freely.

• Strongly opposes rule of the strong by the weak, she is probably a Stormcloak sympathizer at heart, though she would disapprove of Ulfric’s reliance on diplomacy and military maneuvering over fighting and leading in person.

• She bases a lot of her philosophy on her understanding of wolves, with concepts like pack dominance, bravery in the face of a stronger opponent opponent, and so on being central to her identity.

• Hates any kind of deception, which she views as weakness.  Can be extremely stealthy, but is more likely to sneak up right behind someone and loudly shout TURN AND FACE ME COWARD! before she actually attacks.

• She knows she is a Nymph, but believes she is a werewolf subtype of nymph.Since werewolves are not actually a race, this is impossible.  

• In reality she is a Beast Nymph with the blood of a Lilmothiit, a fox-like beastman.  She would be very upset to learn the truth, as she views the fox as a weak prey creature.

• She fights barehanded with a brawler style, and has bragged that she can punch a hole in a castle wall with only her fists.  As unlikely as this sounds, it may only be a slight exaggeration.  

• In any fight that isn’t ritualistic combat Lykaea has a tendency to hurl herself headlong into battle with no regard for her own safety, fighting with a savage fury until she gets knocked out, which happens quite often due to her berserker fighting style and lack of armor.  Her greatest strength is that despite this, and until she is well and truly dead, she will always get back up and will always keep fighting; So if her foes think they have defeated her and turn away to engage someone else, before they know what hit them she will be on her feet once more.

• She will proudly boast that “LYKAEA COVERS HER BODY FOR NO MAN!!!” but despite this, she still wears more clothes than your average Nymph.

• She hangs around near refugee’s post and regularly mocks followers of Boethiah on their way to the Saecullum.  Despite the fact that she spends most of her time challenging opponents to duels or otherwise engaged in forms of ritual combat, endeavours favored by Boethiah, she holds only contempt for Daedric cultists as being hopeless weaklings desperate to win favor with a being far stronger than themselves.  

• Likewise, she views the Daedric princes as cowards who can only amuse themselves by toying with those weaker than they are.  It’s a wonder she has lived as long as she has.

• Yulia was the first person she had ever met who was able to defeat her again and again without tiring, for three entire days and nights.  At the end of the third night Yulia simply refused to fight her anymore, saying “if you wish to gain strength you must go and train.  Though we both might have eternal lives, I will waste no more of mine on your pride”  Lykaea has considered the two of them to be rivals ever since.

• She and Yulia rarely see eye to eye on anything, but they both agree that most Nymphii live foolishly and squander the true potential that their gift of eternal youth offers them.  Lykaea will eagerly demonstrate her considerable strength as a way to persuade naive young Nymphii of what they could become if they attempt to have more than just an eternity of leisure.

Name: Yulia

Race: Desert Nymph

Combat Style: Two handed sword

Special Talent(s): Desert wind, a short duration powerful buff to her attack and move speed that also slightly buffs the player. 

Extreme endurance. 

Extreme carry weight.

• A desert nymph who could be described as a wandering ronin or swordmaster.  She rarely stays in one place for long and tends to be very aloof and disinterested in wordly affairs.

• She is fully aware of her Nymph nature, and much of her views on the world are shaped by the fact that her attitude is so unusual for a Nymph. She believes that the immortality, eternal youth, and the phenomenal potential for growth of the Nymphii is perhaps the greatest gift given to any species on Nirn.  Yet most Nymphii use these gifts to spend centuries upon centuries living idle and unproductive lives, pursuing pleasure and convenience, avoiding effort and fleeing from danger whenever possible.

• Similar to Lykaea, Yulia has a core personality trait of self-improvement. She is on an endless quest to gain strength and perfect her sword arts. Yulia, unlike Lykaea, has relatively no interest in the strengths of those around her.  She pursues a path of inner focus, discipline, and personal mastery, not a path of glory or triumph over the strength of her rivals.

• Despite her disapproval, Yulia does not feel scorn or contempt for the frivolous lifestyle of her fellow Nymphii, only a great deal of pity and remorse. Again, compared to Lykaea’s rather Darwinist philosophy of the strong ruling the weak and might making right, Yulia is far more Confucian, believing that the strong have a duty to protect and guide the weak, to help the weak and downtrodden to become strong themselves, or simply to use that strength to do what the weak cannot.

• Deeply compassionate and caring, but has very high standards for people, and they usually disappoint her.  Over an ageless life and long spans of time, these disappointments have led her becoming very world-weary, rather emotionally guarded, and she has a very dim view of most living creatures.  She often comes across as harsh, and a bit melancholy or listless. 

• Though she does often seem judgemental, it is only because she truely does care about people, though she has given up on trying to change things or do good, having experienced many lifetimes of observing no real difference resulting from her actions.

• Yulia greatly admires those who try to do good or make things better, but ultimately believes their efforts in vain.  She might shake her head with disapproval at Kayellie’s larger-than-life hero persona, and she would never admit it, but she is probably a secret admirer of Kayellie and her perpetual quest to save Tamriel.

• Yulia dedicates most of her life to mastering her fighting style.  She moves with inhuman speed and grace all while wielding a very large and extremely heavy iron blade which she seems to swing effortlessly.

• Her fighting style is one of total discipline, martial skill, and lighting reflexes.  Yulia has an almost endless reserve of energy and she claims that she cannot remember the last time she became tired during a fight.

• Yulia’s superhuman endurance is due in no small part to the dozens of years she has trained using heavily weighted armor.  That is, heavy steel armor affixed with additional weights. Despite the way it looks, her armor is actually so heavy that most mortal men would be nearly unable to move while carrying it, let alone while wearing it.

• Though some might suggest this is an old fashioned training method, it is hard to argue with the results it can produce after decades of commitment.  Even if such results are really only possible for a Nymph.

• She has an unusual way of dressing and one of her personality traits is that she finds it annoying to have to explain this to everyone she meets. She wants to protect herself with armor but her Desert Nymph physiology means she needs to keep most of her skin exposed to the air in order to regulate her body temperature.  Her fighting style has developed around this compromise between skin exposure and protection.  She is very heavily armored, but only on a small percentage of her body, and so she has learned to defend and guide blows toward the protected portion.

• She can be found near the Top of the Ten Thousand Steps, usually meditating or contemplating the way of the voice.  Though she would make an excellent disciple, she seems to believe that the Greybeards would not allow a Nymph to train in the way of the voice, and will only teach the gift of Kyne to other mortals. Whether this is true or not is unclear but as a consequence she has not yet ventured all the way to High Hrothgar.

Name: Synne

Race: Night Nymph

Combat Style: Spellsword

Special Talent(s): Flames of Sin, an unresistable green/purple flame that absorbs stamina and grows much stronger as Synne levels.

• Synne is a natural rebel and a compulsive troublemaker.  She will often say or do things to deliberately anger or offend people.  She has a real talent for this: she always knows exactly what to say to grossly offend someone, and often can’t help blurting it out.

• Synne will typically describe herself as a villain or nefarious character, but in reality she is probably closer to Dick Dastardly from Wacky Races, a caricature of an over-the-top cartoon mustache-twirling-villain than actually evil.  

• Synne has a tendency to tell ridiculous stories, many of which involve her, one of the divines (usually Mara, but it depends on the audience), and the business end of a belt-mounted soul-gem.  And yes, that means exactly what it sounds like. She will generally mime the “thrusting” motion when she gets to that part of the story, too.  

• It doesn’t take long for most people to figure out none of these stories are true.  She’s not a very good liar.  In truth, she’s an extremely bad liar, and probably the least persuasive person you could ever meet.  If you catch her in a lie and call her on it she will laugh it off and admit that she made the whole thing up.  She’s not a sociopath, or out of touch with reality by any means.  Strangely, her admission that she made the whole thing up never stops her from telling essentially the same story to the same person at some later date and expecting them to believe it.

• Despite her tendency to brag about the outrageous things she has done, she is almost all talk. Most of her behavior is rooted in a kind of paradoxical-shame response.  The same things that would cause a normal person to feel ashamed or embarrassed in a social situation seem to bring her enjoyment and delight.  It’s not entirely a compulsion she can’t control, but you would never know it.  Deep down she’s really just a lonely girl who can’t seem to stay out of trouble and can’t keep herself from alienating people, so she has invented her “evil” persona as a defense.

• It is unclear if Synne is her actual name, she just has habit of introducing herself as “I am sin!” and probably wrote it this way originally before gradually changing it, possibly out of a sheer rebellion against proper spelling.  It is also unclear if she knows that she is a Nymph, if asked she will respond with a similar answer using more emphasis, “a nymph?!  FOOL! I *AM* SIN!!!!!”

• Fights with a curved silver Akaviri blade and magic.  True to her pseudo-villainous persona, she tries to fight dirty whenever possible, and would prefer to win a fight by underhanded tactics even if she could win honorably.  Sometimes she even claims that she was fighting dirty regardless of whether she was or not, and will often insist that she only won by cheating, even if this makes no sense.

• Synne will eagerly explain that the silver sword is a deterrent against werewolves, then transition into an obviously made up story about how she once volunteered to be the concubine for a whole tribe of werewolves until they discovered they couldn’t turn her, at which point she accused them of having both fleas and erectile dysfunction simultaneously, suggested that these two things were related somehow, and was finally chased out of their den.  Most of her stories that don’t end with something obscene end with her having to make a hasty and comedic exit to avoid the wrath of an angry mob.

• Don’t ask about where her magic came from either, this will prompt her to start laughing maniacally and begin rambling energetically about the Doom of Tamriel and the “alignment of the stars” and “things that mortals should not know” and it will be very hard to get her to stop.

• She can usually be found outside the shrine to Mehrunes Dagon, mockingly paying homage to the Daedric Prince of rebels.  If Mehrunes Dagon ever manifested on the material plane to confront her about this insultingly fake worship, or even to reward her for her rebellious persona, her response would be identical:  she would likely tell him to shove his grievance/blessing somewhere scandalous, make an obscene gesture, and laugh hysterically while she got blasted into oblivion.  She’s nothing if not committed.

• She sometimes teams up with Mystra, who Synne feels is too serious and who Synne tells to “lighten up, shortstuff."  This usually ends their temporary alliance. Mystra HATES being called short.

Name: Mystra

Race: Blended Nymph

Combat Style: Staff and Magic

Special Talent(s):

Frost Venom Spike, an ice spike laced with frostbite spider venom

The Pox Golem, Mystra’s Marble-skinned familiar who has an aura of disease that prevents stamina regeneration, causes anyone infected to slowly rot, and fights with a pair of poisoned daggers.

• Mystra is an awkward girl that has never fit in very well anywhere, and who is something of an outcast; though according to her, this is by choice.  

• She is a scholar and an academic, and she has always enjoyed books more than people.  As a Blended Nymph her remarkable beauty means that from an early age she has had no shortage of potential suitors, but she finds romantic advances confusing, has limited social skills, and over time has turned into something of a recluse.  

• As something of a defense, she has a very aloof personality, and is more than just a little arrogant. One could go farther and describe her as ego-centric, since other people often don't make sense to Mystra, and as she would say, they are often slow-witted and ignorant.  She typically responds to personal questions by giving a grumpy stare to whoever is asking the question until they change the subject.

• It is wholly unclear whether Mystra knows she is a Nymph.  Any attempt to inquire about the subject will result in Mystra launching into a lengthy and somewhat rambling lecture about her comprehensive research on Nymph subtypes, eventually progressing into a thorough examination regarding the inadequacies of imperial scholars on the subject, and ultimately going completely off topic into an angry rant about what fools the imperial college are to ignore her genius.  By this point she will have completely forgotten the original question, so it is impossible to tell if she is aware of her nature.  Practically, she likely considers the possibility of her being a Nymph to be one of many hypothesis, and lacks proof, so will not attest to it being true.

• Mystra’s central personality trait is that she has a thoroughly scientific way of looking at the world which is not well received by most of Tamriel's population and the overall medieval mindset.  She is undoubtedly brilliant, and with her immortal life affording her an unlimited amount of time to conduct meticulous research, she has ideas that are so far ahead of her time as to make it very difficult for her to be taken seriously, even by other scholars.  She is also quite neurotic about germs, disease, and cleanliness, which as you might expect, the medieval minded neither accept nor understand.  

• For some reason that makes very little sense if one considers her neat-freak personality, she has studied necromancy extensively.  It was perhaps the allure of the “forbidden” knowledge of necromancy as it related to the now defunct Mage’s Guild that initially drove her to study the necromantic arts.  Unfortunately, the obvious consequence of her germ-phobia is that she is greatly limited in the kind of necromancy she is willing to actually practice, since for someone obsessed with cleanliness a reanimated corpse is about the worst thing you can possibly imagine to have following you around everywhere you go.

• Her solution is to focus on the stone golem as a familiar, and she has painstakingly sculpted a golem out of smooth marble that serves as her companion and the focal point of all her necromantic arts. Strangely enough, this golem looks almost identical to Mystra, and she has used her magic to weave strands of her own hair into the golem’s head that are attached just like real hair and will even grow.  

• This golem is also completely naked, anatomically correct down to the smallest detail, and much taller and more amply proportioned than Mystra.   It also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of a Wood Nymph, though Mystra herself is not a Wood Nymph.  When asked why she would construct a naked golem that looks just like her, she will get annoyed and act as though it is a stupid question.  If pressed she will become increasingly frustrated, eventually saying something like "What else should it look like? YOU?"  She is a little bit defensive about her favorite creation.

• Mystra has a childlike relationship with this golem that could be seen as quite similar to how a little girl gets attached to her favorite doll.  She has lovingly given it the nickname Poxy (the Pox Golem) and the two are inseparable.  Poxy, owing to her incredibly sophisticated construction, even has a limited degree of sentience, and although she cannot talk, she is equally devoted to Mystra.  Mystra would never admit it, but she considers Poxy to be her only friend.

• With her abrasive personality and inability to get along with almost everyone, combined with being a Necromancer, it is easy for those who meet her to see her as a villain, but she's not really evil, she just doesn't like dealing with relationships or people and has ideas that are not well accepted by even the most scholarly members of society.

• She is somewhat short, especially for a Nymph, and she secretly has some unresolved insecurities regarding her height.  She would never admit to it though, since a trivial matter such as a few centimeters is a wholly irrational thing for a great and logical mind to preoccupy itself with.

• Deep down she probably feels like no one in entire world understands her, and she desperately wishes she could find someone she could relate to.

• One of the few people she manages to get along with for short stretches of time is Synne, mostly because Synne isn't bothered by how rude or impersonal Mystra tends to be and Mystra for her part rarely listens to any of Synne’s stories and tends to completely ignore the outrageous things Synne is prone to say. 

• So Mystra sometimes teams up with Synne as a means of achieving some goal that she would have trouble accomplishing alone, an alliance that inevitably falls apart when Synne manages to get them into trouble that could have easily been avoided. Again.

• Mystra is currently doing research on the magical nature of the doomstones that are scattered across Skyrim, and can be found near the Shadowstone south of Riften.