Ancestry/Heritage: Elf

Background: Cultist

Class: Sorcerer

Residence

• Shadowgrove

Employment

• Occultist

Memberships:

• None to speak of

Family

• A sensitive topic

Allies

• A precious few

Character Arc:

• TBD

"Always the dove, never a thought for the black of my feathers."

Naeaia can be accused of many things whether by her reflection in the mirror every morning or by any who might have known her before she broke from the Silken Veil but of all the accusations... There is no greater truth than that of beauty. The foibles of tainted heritage, the attentions of things beyond mortal ken, and the virtue of far more mundane genetics have all conspired to bless her with a classically ethereal, elven aesthetic. This says nothing to the darkness that might linger behind that mask but most aren't allowed a glimpse of such, seeing instead only the bright eyes and taunting smiles, the affectations of an eternal, ageless summer writ in smooth skin over fine bones and sharp features framed by hair the hue of chestnut.

For all this, though, there is something more to her presence than mere looks and personality. Vitality and warmth seems to flow from her and into anyone and anything in her company; healing, energizing, addicting.