<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Chal'di (a sea-faring race born of the Centos and Draishok long ago)<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Female<br/><strong>Age: </strong>107 (ages as does the Haas-Filoth)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span><br/><strong>Hair: </strong>Medium Brown<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown with a blue ring around the iris<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Alabaster<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>156 lbs<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'11”<br/><strong>Other:</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindiintherain_zpsceb8266f.jpg)</div>Like others of her race, Narindi stands taller than women of the Centos, towering over them and nearly as tall as their men.  The Chal'di are almost unnaturally pale with dark hair and eyes.  Though like the other Stormsingers, Narindi's brown eyes bears a blue ring around the iris.  She would be considered a beauty among some, though among her own people she was simply plain.  As is tradition for the Stormsingers, Narindi wears a loose white gown covering it with a dark cloak when needed.  The only thing that truly differentiates her from others of her kind is the brand upon her throat.  It is still somewhat fresh, the pale skin red, irritated and scabbing.  The design of the brand is that of a stylized wave crashing upon rocks.  It covers from the base of her throat to just under her jaw and is just as wide.  The injury of the brand has significantly damaged her voice, making it harsh and low.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information</span></strong><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Stormsinger, maker of winds and calmer of storms<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Narindi tends towards silence, staring out at the open waters and listening to it's song.  She is still in shock over being banished from her people, unsure where her life will lead.  Like the ocean she feels akin to, she can range from calm and unreadable to turbulent and angry.  Changing in an instant.  Her people are known for their passion, be it fighting, mating, hunting, crafting or storytelling.  However since her rebirth, Narindi has lost some of that passion.  Still in mourning despite the nearly forty years that have passed.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/>Born upon the deck of a storm soaked of a hunting ship, Narindi came into the world among blood and lightening.  Her father was one of the raiders, mother the healer aboard.  Like most of her people, she grew up between the land, the sea and the timbers of a deck.  Learning the many moods of the ocean spirits, playing among razor sharp rocks and dreaming of one day of riding the waves like their parents.<br/><br/>She lacked the drive to slaughter so Narindi found herself apprenticed on land. The more physical tasks did not suit her, nor did serving as a lorekeeper.  In the end she was resigned to learning under the watchful eyes of the weavers and seamstresses.  As was common, Narindi's hand was promised since birth. Fortunately for her, she and her betrothed had grown into good friends and cautiously curious lovers.  The eve before they were to recite their vows before all, Tantos was killed on a seahunt.  Completely devastated, Narindi threw herself into the ocean, hoping to join her love in the briny deep.<br/><br/>Water filled her lungs, the dark currents closing over her as she began to sink. The cold fingers of death embraced her, Narindi sure she could hear her lover's voice.  But then she was forced from him.  Washing ashore with the telltale blue rings around her eyes.  She'd been chosen.  The rebirth left her breaking all ties with friends and family, the Stormsingers her new family.  Training was harsh, Narindi resisting, hating the fact that she'd been denied the chance to be with her Tantos.  What passion she'd had before the drowning was gone though she somehow still managed to learn how to hear the song of the ocean and join in.  To control the wind and water, to call down storms or quell them.  While not the most powerful, she was still very young and showed great promise.<br/><br/>Raid after raid saw her on the bow of a ship, singing for the survival of the crew.  Behaving as expected, doing nothing more than required, her heart always longing to try to plunge into the icy depths once more.  All of that changed the night she stood against the Song Master.  He believed the Stormsingers needed to take a more active role in the rule of the Chan'di.  This went against all Narindi had ever been taught, ever believed.  Many grumbled though she was the only one that stood against him.  The end result being she was decreed a traitor, held down and branded as such.  The screams and burning metal tore her vocal cords apart.<br/><br/>With little ceremony she was dumped into a plain boat, one without sails or oars, the waves controlled to push her unconscious body into the open water.  When she woke the pain nearly made her pass out again.  Surrounded by salt water the thirst was maddening.  Once more she thought she could hear the voice of her love, calling to her.  Without a home or a people, there was no reason to try and live. Ready to slip from the boat a storm broke, her body resisting death to drink up as much of the rainwater as possible.  And so it went, each time she thought she was ready, something would happen until she realized the spirits of the water would not claim her.  The song of the ocean lulled her to sleep and kept her company. For the first time she actually longed to join in.<br/><br/>The initial attempts were horrifying.  Not only the sound of her battered voice but the excruciating pain.  But she had to sing.  Forcing herself through the pain she learned to finally harmonize with the song once more, having to learn everything from the start once more.  She learned to create a storm cloud when she thirsted.  Learned to stomach eating raw fish that she captured using the waves.  In time her boat was found, being rescued and fed though the men that found her were not kind.  Her refusals were met with attempts at violence, which in turn were met with a song, the winds pushing them back from her.  They called her a witch and threatened to toss her overboard.  To which once more she sang, building a small storm just strong enough for lightening to strike at the mast.  Though thankfully no damage was done.  That was the limit of her powers, the lightening having weakened her to the point of near exhaustion but it was enough.  At the first port she disembarked, never so happy to be on land.