Narixia Gravescale

TL;DR Gothic World of Warcraft & PTCG junkie on crack; has a strange obsession with wanting to vore chatters. probably a scalie or furry

After 69 name changes, and 30 identity crises, Shiemi Ogami has finally settled on her final form: Narixia Gravescale. It is in this final form she has turned her back on the "cute uwu" culture of Vtubers, and embraced her tomboy and gremlin nature, proving to everyone that punk is far from dead.

Once an ADHD fueled variety streamer, she has begun medication, allowing her to focus her attention on two specific niches. Unfortunately for her, this focus has landed on her two of the Four Horsemen of gaming: The Horseman of Time and the Horseman of Wallet Death; i.e World of Warcraft and Pokemon TCG.

But fear not! Despite the change of name, face and focused content, Narixia is the same loveable dumbass with an internet connection you may have known in the past. If anything, she is some how stupider, and more unhinged.

Formerly known as Shiemi Ogami, Narixia Gravescale is an Angel of Death, Lamia, and Caretaker of Souls in the realm of Purgatory. She describes Purgatory as a very boring, drab place - often comparing it to that of a featureless DMV waiting room, with elevator-esque music playing in the background. Her job is to take care of the souls that arrive into Purgatory, and ensure that they receive their final judgment, so that they can be sorted into Heaven or Hell.

With her "carefully acquired" Scrying stone, Narixia is able to connect to the Internet of both the Living and Undead Realms. It is with this stone that she is able to interact with viewers, and also entertain the souls awaiting judgment. Due to this, she has put more of an emphasis on her Caretaker duties, and put the Psychopomp duties that come with the title of Angel of Death on the back burner. She instead prefers to make the other Angels do it so she can focus on Caretaking. In reality, she just wants to sit at home, play video games and complain about how bullshit her job is.

Unfortunately for her, despite her best efforts Narixia was pulled into the office by her superior, and berated for her poor performance, and “stupid attire.” When she fired back about how she was simply wearing the uniform, she was informed that there was actually no uniform, and that no one cared what she wore. Annoyed, and slightly relieved, Narixia went back home and made drastic changes to her appearance, finally ditching the corporate threads for a more comfortable, and better suited outfit for her personality.