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Nayda

Nayda Rasa

Name Nayda
Occupation
Scribe
Age
Young
Race
Elf
Residence
Nomadic
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

A bit unkempt for an elf, it's true. The tangled sandy blonde hair. The grass stains on her clothes. But, the tomboyish mess does not hide the angelic face that houses her jade green eyes. She's a little tall, and a little scrawny, to be sure. But, to see her in battle is like watching a dancer.

Background

The daughter of a controversial philosopher leads a strange existance. Nayda, and her siblings, have grown up with their father's wandering heart and his deeply rooted humility. No care for societal roles or status. No craving for money or power. The lot of them were like a tiny tribe, traveling from place to place while their father wrote about the world around them. Then, one by one, each bird learned to fly. The siblings scattered to the four winds to find their way.

 

Nayda took to writing, much like her father. She documented her journey and her experiences. But, being the youngest, she has had the least to write about. She has ventured into the lands of man in search of inspiration, and been greeted with her first real taste of hatred. She remains undaunted, however. After all, being snubbed and harrassed has given her insight to the darker nature of society. The territorial rage of creatures intent on clawing their way out of their own graves. Fascinating!

Friends
None
Relatives
Phel Rasa {Father} - Saeya Rasa {Sister}
Rivals/Enemies
None
Loves
The written word, the smell of the sea at dawn, and the sound of laughter.
Hates
Nothing
Motivation
Curiousity
Quotes
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