<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div>Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/>The only daughter of a wealthy silk merchant in the Emerald Sultanate she started displaying magical powers at an early age, her father was hesitant to send his only girl child off to receive training in order to harness her ability so instead of having her attend a school he merely tried to keep her powers under control by lots of prayers. It all seemed to work as his young daughter was spending all her times praying feverishly to try and contain the evil that was oozing in her head. But even with all her prayers her growing powers soon proved to be impossible to contain and things started happening around her, disembodied voices would whisper unintelligent messages, faint glowing orbs would be seen in the dark. Since her prayers weren't working she came to the conclusion that the Gods had forsaken her and she was damned. So to spare her father the shame she picked up a dagger and used it to slit her wrists open, all that virgin blood potent with her magical energies attracted the attention of the spirits of the desert and as thy rushed to devour her immortal soul her father found his dying daughter and calling upon the Gods he used his powers to seal her wounds but the close brush with death forever left her marked by the underworld and she would forever keep hearing ghostly whispers that can be used to help her find and identify the undead.<br/><br/>Her father finally understood that his daughter needed schooling or the powers of the underworld would come back and devour her this time so he quickly bundled her up along with her possessions and traveled to the great university of Redhurst hoping that they could help her or at least point him towards a good place where his priceless girl could be safe. To his relief the Academy teachers decided to take her in and teach her to harness her abilities. Of course having grown up being told her abilities where evil to her this was a betrayal of the highest order, her own father handing her over to these evil wizards!<br/><br/>Being an obedient girl she did as her father had instructed her to and set about trying to learn to control her powers as good as she could, the teachers soon found that the dagger she used to try and kill herself with had formed a bond with her and turned into her magical focus. The second shock of her stay at the Academy was at the end of her first year and she took the aptitude test and it was clear that her talent lay in necromancy. To powers over the dead came naturally to her, while she struggles to even light a candle with flint and steel.<br/><br/>She isn't a very tall young woman, and her tendency to try and shrink into herself whenever someone is watching. Her brown eyes tend to peer curiously at the world around her through her dark brown hair that usually hangs down over her face hiding it from view, in general she wears the necromancer robes she has been handed to her by the teachers, though she does enjoy wearing elegant silk dresses that her father gave her before dumping her off in this forsaken place. As she doesn't have much in the way of female curves she relies on her elegant dresses on those occasions when she wants to feel like a woman and not just a freak that is good with corpses.