Basic Information: 

Race: Unknown                                       Gender: Female

Height: 6'1"                                             Age: She looks very young

Hair Colour: Copper                               Eye Colour: Hazel

Weight: She is slim and slender              Star Sign: The Witchling Star

Distinguishing Marks: A small tattoo on the right chick, just beyond the eye

Many in the Lands believed that the ruling house of Hara was cursed. The beauty of each of their princess, many of whom was the sisters or cousins, daughters or even grand-daughters of Lady Hizashi, was such that any king in the Lands should have been eager to ask for her hand in marriage. Instead, all these womens were shunned, rumored to posses powers of sorcery which could bend any man to their will.

But the true was even worse...

It all began at the dawn of human civilisation. Beyond the edge of the known world, there was a rich kingdom ruled by the Prists Kings. Only few remember how the war started and they are not humans any more... After a long and bitter fights the ruling dynasty was defeated and their main city – Ishara – was razed to the ground. Where the gardens onces were, only sands and dust remains.

On the original Prist Kings, four Masters survived the sacking of Ishra. They feld north, and when they reached the Old Lands they separated. One went east perhaps to the distand wild prairies, one disappeared in the norhtern Chaos of war and two remained in different parts of the Land they discovered.

Of these lines, the one that to this day remains closest to the ancient orgins is the one descending from Naomi, high priestes and Queen od the Ishra – the first from the line. Together with her sisters in the cult of blood, was already far to the north and safe from purging wrath of war that comed Nothing was heard of them for many centuries and people used to see them as a mit of some kind. The house of Hara become nothing more then a legend.

Then a strange event took pleace... While mining in serching for silver and precious gems small group of people discovered underground city. Quiet and empty. One night an invading horde somhow broke into the city the mainers start to called their home, and killed everyone. Many centuries have passed since that time. Only sometimes travellers from the lands of Men tread within sight of the pleace. Strange as it seem, there are some who have visited the City and returned alive to tell the tale. Their tales do not speak of horrors as some might think. Instead they tellof a splending court, arrayed in the fashions of some ancient civilisation and of a pleace cut out of the rock with statues and walls adorned with strange inscriptions, yet it is a pleace of darkness, where the light of day is not permitted to enter. The queen who rules here is said to be of exquisite beauty, attended by handmaidens any man would die for. Little do they know that this is literally true...

In such pleace i was born... and this is my story...

Everyone can do a mistake, even if you are immortal. For Naomi Fëanor Telrúnya was such a mistake. When she realised it She ofcourse killed him in hope no one would noticed. At last that is what she thought – but it is not easy to kill elven high mage. But every crime leave a proof – so here I am a doughter of my mother, not a human nor a one of her kind. So unique that even for my people I was an danger.