Núlelíre

Núlelíre, born to a mother in no position to keep her, was left at the Temple of Imneluna in Slesera, Mvaserine. A messy mop of deep indigo curls crowned her head and never got a centimeter past her ears before she lopped it off. Wide eyes, a muted gold, matched the vibrant, glowing freckles that illuminated the otherwise dark features of her angled face. A calm presence, always observant due in no small part to her upbringing.

For most of her childhood and into the late stages of adolescence, she was raised by Temple attendants and taught the ways of the Old Beliefs, a reverence that persists within her to present day. It did not take long for the temple keepers to realize the Wildmother had blessed her with a gift for magick. They saw to it she received the proper training to pass the Exam of Spellweaving at Inyhathyr Hall in Amvabel.

Even so, she could not quite quell the call of wanderlust that bid her like a Siren's song... Bidding the only family she knew a fond farewell, she set out on foot to explore the whole of Mvaserine, but when that alone did not satisfy her wanderlust, she set her sights farther--beyond the horizon and onto the unforgiving waters of the Thestois ocean.

Eventually, her uncanny ability to provide navigation earned her passage and a living with Tentali, a known pirate group.