Name   : Nethi of Pangolais
Race   : Human, Nidalese
Class  : Cleric of Milani
Age    : 25
Height : 5'5"
Weight : 115 lbs.
Eyes   : Light Blue
Hair   : Black (shaved)

Appearance:
Nethi is a young woman of average height and scrawny build. Her pale skin and eyes combined with numerous piercings and her continued tendency to shave her scalp make it easy to identify her as a native of Nidal. Her flesh bears a number of tattoos as well -- roses, mostly -- and an oddly shaped birthmark on her neck. Nethi’s passive expression, with half-lidded eyes and a downturned mouth, is stern and stoic, leading most to misinterpret her mood and nature. She tends to wear simple clothes and carry little more than she needs, though has been wearing a relatively new suit of studded leather armor lately.


Personality:
Despite her stern looks and apparent aloofness, Nethi has a soft heart and a caring nature. She has no love for slave takers, oppressors, or exploiters -- which has found her no shortage of trouble, but also a home among the faithful of Milani. Nethi learned the hard way when to be quiet, however. She may not be an outspoken proselytizer or a rabble rouser, but her faith is solid -- and she genuinely hates to see anyone harmed. Nethi can be a little overprotective of those she attends to, as well.


History (known):
Nethi originated in the city of Pangolais, and rarely talks to anyone about her life there. She admits there was a dark beauty to her shaded home, the trees so dense that sunlight never touched the ground. Of her family, she only ever mentions her twin brother, Norandi -- born deaf, and taken by the Kuthites when his oracular gifts first manifested. Nethi mentions losing her parents on occasion; but on others, talks as if they’re still alive.

Nethi had already been training as a healer and surgeon when she hit her first wall. She was found reading a worn copy of The Light of Hope, the holy text of Milani. Being consigned to slavery was a harsh punishment for a first offense, but her birthmark did bear a striking resemblance to a rose -- and the holy symbol on the book’s cover was a rose, growing out of a bloody street. And in the end, the punishment did get her out of Nidal.

No longer of Pangolais, Nethi was no one. Moved to Nisroch, she was sold in a batch of laborers bound for Cheliax. Eventually she did get to meet some real Milanites, who eventually freed her and many others. Though Nethi’s time with the other Milanites was relatively short, she took to faith quickly. Sometimes she wished she could have said she worked hard, but that wasn’t quite the truth -- Nethi felt more like a puzzle piece, and she’s finally found where she fit.

Not all good things last. Or, sometimes, fate puts people where they are meant to be. A few short years ago, Nethi had been gathering herbs when she was spotted by a Hellknight who recognized her and took her back into custody. She was thrown in with another lot, deigned to travel with a detachment of Hellknights to Fort Inevitable. Nethi has spent three years there, working for the foul tanner, Drurn.

Nethi has earned her freedom now, albeit far from her home and her temple -- and so far out of her element she hardly knows what to do from here.