Aasimar (Agathion-Blooded), Level 1 ClericAppearance:
Nesha has often been mistaken for catfolk, though not by those who have actually seen a catfolk in person. Her facial features are more humanoid than feline, though there is a distinctively bestial shape to her nose and mouth. Her orange-yellow eyes have the elongated pupil of a cat, and reveal animal eye-shine at oblique angles. Her dark skin is covered by a layer of soft, black fur everywhere other than the velvety pads of her palms, soles of her feet and other, unmentionable, regions. A slinky black tail extends from the base of her spine and sways hypnotically with her movements, almost seeming to have a mind of its own. Her ears sit atop her head and have the familiar rounded point of cat ears, twitching sometimes or even laying flat depending upon her reaction or mood. Her thick, silky black hair falls down her sleek form to her waist, rarely bound in any manner, despite the heat of the unforgiving sun. She speaks with the easy dialect of the region, clearly having been raised among the Osirions.Background:
Nesha never knew her parents. The priestesses and priests who raised her had patiently related the story of her birth many times over the years, each time the precocious child begged it of them, just once more. Two days after her birth, a couple of clearly meager means had appeared at the doors to Sarenrae's temple with a bundle in their arms and fear in their eyes. They revealed the unusual baby to the priest who was in attendance and begged him to tell them what sort of curse had befallen them to make their first child so...bestial. Upon seeing the infant, the priest understood immediately that the child was a gift from the divine, and he told the couple that their child would do great things in this world. They were not cursed, but, rather, blessed to have given life to a child such as this. The couple were amazed at this news, and after some time spent thinking and conferring with the priest, they gave their baby over to him so that she might be raised by the priests and priestesses of Sarenrae. They could ill-afford another mouth to feed, and worried that they were simply not prepared to raise a child sent by the gods.
Nesha never tired of hearing this story, and dreaming of the brave people who had given up their baby in order to ensure she fulfilled her destiny and had a good life. Her dreams didn't spring from any sense of loneliness or a lack in her life, since she had plenty of friends in the temple and more family than one could hope for, but she did take comfort from the only true connection to those who had given her life. For the most part, her days were filled with too many activities and adventures to allow her the chance to contemplate the way she'd come into the world. There was studying to do, though the priests and priestesses sometimes lamented the child's restless nature, which made it difficult for her to focus on the holy texts they tried to teach her. There were many, many places to explore and imaginary beings to converse with, or battle. She spent countless hours roaming the ancient areas around the temple, and listening to the local stories about the ruins where she spent her time. While she found her religious teachings valuable, and did try very hard to focus on them, her mind was too often on the more exciting lessons that the crumbling, shadowy place could teach her.
As she grew older, she became a priestess of Sarenrae, and began to learn the finer points of combating evil and healing the sick and wounded. These lessons served her even better than her lessons in religion, and she could focus her attention upon learning to fight, and to offer succor to others, because she imagined herself living the games she'd played among the ruins. Here was a way in which she could form a new sort of family, and battle those monsters she'd imagined lurking amid the toppled walls and dusty corners of the ancient buildings she explored. A life outside of the temple walls, where danger dwelled and new, fantastic experiences awaited. When she heard of the opening of Wati to adventurers and fortune hunters, she could not resist the call. Taking the small amount of money she had saved over the years, she bought herself those things she felt she would need and traveled the short distance from the temple to the city.Personality:
Nesha is a soft-spoken, somewhat shy girl, having spent much of her time in Sarenrae's temple and little time among those who were not priests and priestesses of her goddess. She may be shy, but her curiosity often overcomes her tentativeness and she can become a veritable font of questions, eager to learn about others and hear stories of their lives. Her life spent cloistered, to some degree, has left her, perhaps, too trusting and open with herself, lacking the cynicism and guarded nature of those half her age. She has an abundant generosity of spirit, willing to endlessly give of herself to aid others, whether it be forfeiting her last gold piece to a beggar, sacrificing her own emotional well-being to comfort one in despair, or enduring pain to prevent another from suffering it. Very rarely does she find herself in distress, her own nature leaning heavily toward joy and zest for life, which prevents her from suffering too often under the weight of hopelessness or sorrow. Sexuality:
Nesha is a virgin, having spent the majority of her life among the priests and priestesses of Sarenrae. Still, she is likely to be omnisexual, concerned more with a person's spirit and nature, than the superficialities of physical gender or race.