- Name: Naama (pronounced Na'amah) of the Shadow Hand
Race: Chaktawe/Myrian
Age: 27, Spring 484AV (27)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 140lbs
- Naama is an anomaly, plain and simple. Her most unusual feature, and the most prominent one, is her eyes. Jet black eyes, like the shadows her clan is named after her, and as such she is often called "Shadow Eyes" by her family. Whether this is an affectionate term or not Naama had rarely taken into account, but she has known since her birth that she was different.
Naama's Chaktawe blood goes further than just her unnerving eyes. Her skin takes on a far more coppery tone, and her legs are a tad longer than is proportionate to her body. And not only this, Naama's fingertips are riddled with the same gel-filled pores that can sense vibration and movement throughout the landscape. This is a prime reason why her hands are not tattoed black like the rest of her clan.
Aside from her apparent half-breed characteristics, Naama displays the proud marks of a Myrian heritage. The white tattoos that adorn her face and arms are a testament to the victories and pain she established and endured to show her family and the Myrians of Taloba that she was not weaker than them due to her dirtied blood. Her physique is well-toned, and her hair, jet black, is always loose around her shoulders, occasionally held back with a bandanna of any color. Naama can also be called an avid collector of jewels, necklaces and bracelets. She can be seen wearing necklaces of beads that cover the entirety of her neck and chest, and bracelets that wrap around her forearm completely.
- Myrian by birth, pirate by profession, Naama is not what most people often look for in a sailor. Or maybe, she is. Of course it all depends on taste. The halfbreed has found a deep sense of love for the sea, and for the storms they conjure. Risk is something she easily takes. A daredevil to the end, because for a woman that has already lost everything, all there is is the chance. Take a leap, see where you dive, and work with it.
She can be called humorous, a storyteller when the right drink is in her hands and a fierce fighter. Her morals are always questionable, for she dabbles in a little of this and a smidgen of that, just enough to make someone wonder if she's a cold-hearted bitch or has a heart of gold.
A worshipper of Zulrav, the storm is where she feels most at home, especially while on a ship. Headstrong and occasionally fiesty, you piss her off and there's a good chance you'll be leaving with your head shoved up your own ass. Show her a promise of jewels galore, however, and she might just forgive you for the right price.