Basic Information
Name: Nasrin Zaiata
Gender: Female
Race: Aasimar
Alignment: Neutral
Classes: Rogue: 4/Fighter: 3/Duelist: 1
Age: 18
Profession: Explorer, Adventurer, Planewalker
Languages: Common, Sylvan, Celestial, Draconic
Accent: Lower-Class Sigilan
Height: 5 ft. 10 in.
Weight: 145 lbs.
Build: Lithe, muscular
Hair: Dark brown, thick and unruly, almost always worn up, thoughtlessly.
Eyes: Bright gold in color. They glow faintly in the dark unless she is not using Darkvision for some pernicious reason.
Skin: Brown. She would be on the pale side of a Middle Eastern skin tone.
Scars: Her arms and hands have many small scars on them, with a few more on her shoulders, collarbone, and torso.
Gear: Her cured coat of leather armor with flexible joints and waist is almost always worn and she keeps a poisoned magical knife in a sheathe hidden underneath the coat on her left hip. Her rapier is worn sheathed at her left side. She wears a ring on each hand and a necklace, though the specific pieces change often.
Personality: Nasrin is a very curious person. She wants to know as much as possible, and this often gets her into trouble. She does her best to be humble and mindful of the fact that she is tiny and insignificant and many things could crush her with scarcely any effort, but this doesn't keep her from being very impulsive and taking risks. She is quite a thrill-seeker and a bit of a hedonist.
Religious Beliefs: None. Nasrin believes that the gods aren't really worth worshipping, as she finds them all petty, egotistical, and arrogant, each believing he controls some universal truth and his way of looking at things is the right one.
Philosophy: Her primary goal is to experience as much as she can and learn from these experiences. She sees doubt as a virtue and certainty as a very bad flaw for a few reasons. One can't be certain of anything except one's own existence, so believing one knows some great truth is simply wrong. Besides, certainty leads to zeal, which leads to atrocities like those committed by the Harmonium (whom she loathes).
She also believes that everyone acts selfishly, always, for it's impossible not to. Everything we do is a choice and so we make the choice we prefer. Whether it is to the benefit of ourselves or someone else matters not, for it is still what we want.
The final core tenet of her philosophy is that we all have choice, every moment of every day, and so we all have the ability to seek and find happiness and beauty, some simply choose not to. So those who choose to wallow in misery instead of making things better for themselves deserve what they get.
History (The Basics):
Nasrin was born in Elysium to an aasimar mother named Anvija and a father her mother wouldn't tell her about. Her mother was a sorceress and constantly on the move, mostly around the Upper Planes, though she ventured into the Prime Material Planes and others at times. Nasrin doesn't recall ever being to a Prime Material Plane, for she was very young when her mother took her to a few of them.
For the first nine years of her life, her mother took Nasrin with her on her travels, but after that Nasrin stayed at a small room her mother bought in the Hive. Her mother returned at least once per week and made sure that the woman next door - a half-elf whom Nasrin knew as her Auntie Cal - looked after Nasrin.
The last time Nasrin saw her mother was when she was thirteen. After that, she lived alone, not knowing what happened to her mother. Part of the reason she is so enthusiastic about travelling the planes is that she hopes she might find her mother or some sign of her, like the ring Nasrin stole for her (and told her she bought) when she was small.
When she was fifteen, her Auntie Cal was arrested for fencing stolen goods and Nasrin then had only herself to rely on. To eat, she stole and ran errands, and managed to stay clear of the local gangs, except for one fatal run-in with an enforcer, which she managed to cover up.
The lifestyle she'd led had left Nasrin with the knowledge that knowing how to defend herself was important, and she'd trained to be able to do so (often with Cal's aid, for Cal was a rogue with a bit of experience) from an early age.
Nasrin had always been very curious as well, and she read whatever she could get her hands on, often going to the Hall of Records, where she was known to a few of the workers there and well-known to a couple more, to read.
Nasrin Zaiata
