appearance

Perpetually youthful and effortlessly lovely, Nazikeda is fair and fox-faced. Dramatic in motion, she bounces and flutters, smiles widely and sulks dramatically.

Her wings, when (rarely!) visible, are copper-colored and neatly maintained.

height

5'5"

build

Willowy

eyes

Brown

hair

Red

abilities

background

the beginning.
As her mother's thirteenth daughter, Nazikeda was not terribly auspicious or anticipated. A stepping stone of a child, she arrived hale and healthy, told early and often that while she possessed the same great beauty as her sisters, she was intended to to carry the lion's share of their unluckiness. Which was well and fine because when one was very young, your sisters seemed so close and unluckiness seemed very far.

the cages.
To no one's surprise, except perhaps Nazikeda's, it turned out that unluckiness was not so terribly far at all. In that she, young and foolish and unwary, was caught up in an iron cage by a group of divs. (The specifics are unimportant.) Now such things happened, and in these times your people would come for you. Would secret you gifts of sweet perfume until your magic returned and no iron cage could hold you. Unless, of course, your people did not.

But if no one came, a hero would save you. This was how the stories went. And so when the future king arrived - strong-shouldered and sharp-faced, heavy with the scent of winter pine and warm metal - Nazikeda breathed in deep, felt her magic once more, and promised him wonders.

But the King, he was a liar. This was the trouble with promises from the lips of men. They didn't have to be kept.

Nazikeda was secreted away to a little room in the King's court - iron-lined and quiet - kept comfortable and cold in a new and brightly lit cage where she smiled bright and sharp with all of her teeth. Where she bowed politely and granted favors for a man who had come to her with the promise of freedom.

Time wore on this way, in her little room with no scent of flowers. It carved lines onto the King's once-sharp face and carded silver through his hair, while his court grew swollen with ill-begot favors. Nazikeda looked much the same, but her fingers stung with the bite of iron and with each favor granted, she promised the King that she would take them back.

the escape.
The King's final consort was a lovely thing, rebellious and angry and prone to escaping her chambers as though the very walls would crumble for her. The walls did no such thing, but the hallways did lead her to Nazikeda's door. And for some time they whispered to one another in the dead of night - the Final Consort of her anger and Nazikeda of her own.

The Final Consort was young and full of promise, star-bright and venom-tongued and far too great to be kept in such a small cage. Nazikeda adored her. Again, Nazikeda promised wonders, but the Final Consort did not wish for wonders. She wished for freedom and Nazikeda would be more than happy to provide it. (With a wonder or two thrown in for free.)

So, in the dead of night, the Final Consort stole the King's iron key. The door opened, Nazikeda breathed in deep (jasmine and rose, lemon and cloves), and felt her magic once more. And, just as she had once promised, she laid sunder to a kingdom she had been used to create. A whisper of uncertainty in the ear of the ministers and a frisson of doubt in the hearts of his brides, a quick twist of fingers and a gentle press at the weak places in the walls.

As for the Final Consort, Nazikeda brought her back to her home. She kissed her soft on both of her star-bright cheeks and laid the lion's share of the King's riches at her feet. It doesn't much matter to know what the girl did with them after this, only to be certain that what she did was precisely what she wanted to. And Nazikeda did just the same.

the rest.
Nazikeda could have returned back to where she came from, to her sisters and their stories, but she found that the idea no longer pleased her. So she found herself anywhere and everywhere else instead.

Eventually, the anywhere led her to Los Angeles. And Los Angeles led her to Briar - who looked sour and displeased in the low lights of the bar, but let her slide him colorful drinks and never once asked her home. So she supposes that she asked him instead. Or rather, she eventually gave him one. (It's very nice - it has a pool!) And then he had the absolute gall to try and die on her. Which brought with it the burgeoning awareness of her latest unluckiness - that she rather wished he wouldn't do that in a far more fixed and far-reaching way than she had anticipated. Troublesome.

Now anywhere takes her to the Adventure Society. Which sounds rather exciting, doesn't it?

miscellaneous trivia

◦ Fields orders for room-service and passes on your messages about apartment-related concerns. Your wish is her command - within reason and should bureaucratic nonsense permit.

• Invested very well, thank you. Has amassed something of a small fortune and mostly uses it to buy houseplants, give ridiculous tips on whims, and indulge the pet projects of those she's fond of.

• Has worked on and off as including, but not limited to: a perfumer, a florist, a secretary, a glassblower, a bartender, a tour guide, a stage actress (performed decently, but giggled at most romantic scenes). She likes to keep busy. And she likes to learn new things!

• Being in cars make her nervous. There's enough iron in there to make her just the wrong side of uncomfortable.