<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/>She walks through the portal again for the second time in her life, her second year at this place is about to begin and yet she is filled with the usual dread seeing the soaring towers of Redhurst. One tanned hand reaching up to tug her cloak tighter around herself as if to shield her from this infernal place. Yes intellectually she can understand why she needs to get her god forsaken powers that she has been cursed with, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. One first year student sees the necromancy mark on her robe and visibly pales, she can't blame him really and just tries to give a reassuring smile. It probably comes off as more cruel then she intended and the young boy turns and vanishes in the crowd.<br/><br/>"Well, at least he has the right idea." She mutters to herself and lifts her pack higher on her back, the backpack bulging with items and her prayer mat rolled up neatly on top. Like her people she is deeply religious and makes sure to never miss any of her five prayers a day even if it interferes with her study. She looks around and sees one of the teachers responsible for assigning students to their dorms, "Hello Sir, Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan, second year student." She bows deeply in respect keeping her eyes averted not wanting any teacher to see the self loathing she has for herself, that feeling is always more intense when she is just arriving after having spent some time in the blessed desert.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, miss eh.. al-Fulan..." he is obviously not sure which of all those names is her last so he buries his nose in the list and finally finds her name. "Ah yes, here is your room slip. You know the way I trust?"<br/><br/>She looks at her room assignment and nods, "yes Sir, I do thank you." She bows again and turns to head towards the assigned dorm, she avoids all the other students as they run around saying hello to old friends, try to find their way or just stand around wide eyed at the marvels around them as is the case of the first year students.<br/><br/>"Sorry pardon me, may the great prophet guide you." She rubs her shoulder where a large young man has bumped into her before she can finally sneak into the assigned room with a sigh of gratitude. "ah.. peace and quie.. oh... hello." she spots the white haired young man sitting there obviously having already made himself comfortable.<br/><br/>"Is this.. " she looks at the number on the door again and frowns, it looks like they assigned her to a mixed gender room.<br/><br/>"Hello Sir, my name is Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan and it looks like we will be room mates." She bows deeply in respect and lets her eyes peer at him curiously through her brown bangs.