Name: Nadine
Age: Been around for about 25 years (So, we will start there.)
Personality: Withheld, shy
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Body build: Busty, Thick
Nadine was born from and idea that maybe weapons didn't have to be made in the natural way people thought. What if a humanoid was created to fight alongside of a Yamada clansman. Nadine was created for just that purpose, he destiny being to serve one of pure Yamada blood.
Jaden and his sister's father, Tristan Yamada, created her to fight alongside him as he grew old. She never liked Tristan, he was an asshole in his own league. Though she stayed because she clinged to the love which seemed to linger around the household. A love which continued to please her in her ever growing irritation with Tristan.
Some said that Nadine was made in Jaden's mothers image. When she had heard this, she thought about the love Tristan and his wife had for one another. The one thing she never could get an answer to was how come his wife were never around? Of all the years they spent together, why hadn't she at least shown herself. The fact that Tristan's wife might be dead never crossed her mind once.
One day, while Nadine was doing her daily routine of cleaning, Tristan was drinking and singing his blues. She hummed to one of the songs for a second drowning out all of the sounds around her. She was getting caught up in the moment until she felt a hand reach up her bust, gripping her chest. She stood there, not knowing what in the hell he was doing at the moment. She just continued to wash her dishes until he suddenly stopped and told her that she was a useless harlot.
This triggered an emotion inside of her which sent her into a sad and depressed mode. She took it to heart, and one night when he was sleeping, she left the village. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was free.