(Naira Ndaje)
Birthday: 3 Vortas 2637
Deathday: 18 Ophus 2655
Age: 81 (18, 63)
FC: Nathalie Emmanuel
Place of Origin: Vienda, Anaxas
Current Location: Vienda, Anaxas
Occupation: Apothecary
Once thin, with sallow skin and dark eyes, Ylaine Rathrym now occupies the body of once Naira Ndaje. A Wick with curves and a propensity to laughter, Naira's skin is mottled with sun blemishes and laugh lines, her warm brown eyes twinkling with mischief. Her hair is long and curly, frizzing about her face like a halo, framing her full lips. Once strong from carrying items about her shop, Ylaine's presence in Naira's body has left her somewhat weaker, softness blurring her edges. Ylaine has kept to Naira's wardrobe, full of flowing dresses and skirts. She no longer wears Naira's characteristic jewelry, the jangling of bangles and necklaces jarring to the harrowed Raen.
Wither: When Ylaine cannot control her body's field, people in the area may find themselves affected with a weak form of wither. They become parched, and their skin becomes dry and taut as Ylaine accidentally leeches the moisture from their skin.
Ylaine is made of puzzle pieces that never seem to fit together. Once proud and confident, the Raen has retreated within herself, quiet and thoughtful in the wake of the accident that led to her death. Where once she looked down on the world outside Brunnhold, Ylaine has become a quiet part of non-galdori life, unwilling to return back to the world that led to her downfall.
Naira, though, she knows from observation, has a propensity for laughter and song, and though Ylaine tries her damnedest to inhabit the life of the joyful Wick, there is a melancholy that Naira's closest can't help but note, no matter how much Ylaine tries to dispense their worries. Guilt, too, weighs heavily on the Raen, as she looks back at the body count that began with her own over sixty years ago.
Where once was pride now is regret for those meager years she spent looking down upon the world outside her own sheltered sanctuary. Horrified by the reality of the political situation, Ylaine regrets her ignorance, but cannot bring herself to be involved, lest her true identity of a body-snatching thief be revealed.
Born a galdor to political parents, high expectations were on Ylaine Rathrym as soon as she drew her first breath. Living in the capital of Vienda, Ylaine grew up surrounded by opulence and wealth, and political cunning. Dance lessons, etiquette, all were lessons that came to her as easily as breathing when you had parents who would spare no expense to raise the perfect daughter. They weren't cruel, but they were absent, and Ylaine made peace early on that she had been birthed as a pawn for their own ambitions. No matter. Ylaine would take their ambitions and grow them to heights her parents could never dream of.
And the allure of magic, when she began schooling at Brunnhold, would allow her to do so. She had a certain finesse, aptitude, even, that allowed her to grasp the conversation with the mona much easier than many of her peers. Spells came easy to her, and as soon as she had mastered one, she would go on to the next, creating dizzying lights and sounds that delighted her as she brought them into existence.
But arrogance was bred with her talent, and she pushed too far and too hard. Her political dreams and her parents' delight were brought to a sharp end as at the tender age of eighteen, not two years from graduating, the mona betrayed her, leaving her bleeding internally viciously as they backlashed against her. Ylaine was not saved by the healers, the mona reluctant to grant their power to save the life of one who had only wished to use them for her own gain.
Her parents grieved the proper amount of time, and Ylaine, trapped as a spirit between worlds, could only watch as they resumed their lives with little fanfare. The rooms she haunted, her childhood rooms, began to decay, mould and dust remaining no matter how much they cleaned. Horrified by watching her once-life erode away, the spirit of Ylaine fled and wandered.
The first body she bonded to, she did so without thinking. She had wandered too long, and the world was beginning to blur around the edges. Ylaine ripped into the body of a child, desperate for life, and possessed an eight year old human in the Old Rose Harbour. What relief she found in that body did not last, for the horror of her reality set in, and she lost control. Watching the body of a child drop to the ground, dead, as her spirit left was as painful as dying.
The next body she planned for. Bonding with a human in Vienda, she ensured that no one would miss them. She was a beggar on the streets, without family and without a home. But when, after several years of a meager existence she felt she deserved as penance for the murder of the child, the human was stabbed to death for the pitiful collection of coins, Ylaine was forced to flee the body again.
This time she made a smarter choice. Naira Ndaje, a Wick who owned The Broken Vial, was a friendly woman. Comfortable in her shop, Naira laughed and smiled, working warmly with any customers that came by. But for all Ylaine observed Naira, she never saw mention of a family. Bracing herself for the guilt she knew she would bear, she took Naira's body as the woman slept, grief consuming her as she did so.
Now she lives as Naira. If the apothecary is less friendly, not as quick to laugh as she once was, no one mentioned it. Ylaine clings to the body as long as she can, and prays that wherever Naira's family are, they don't come looking for her.
Mental | Physical | Social |
Expert | Poor | Average |
- Learn to apothecary.
- Live a quiet life.
- Never, ever have her true nature discovered.
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