Post by Madame Tigris Dienno on Feb 21, 2010 12:17:27 GMT -5
Name: Nahir Porto a.k.a. Tigris Dienno (pronounced Teh-gree)
Age: 19
Height: 5’3”
Hometown: La Serenissima
Race: Serenissiman
Country: Caerdicca Unitas
Appearance:
Nahir (whose pseudonym is Tigris Dienno) is a beautiful woman by Serenissiman standards, stunning amongst her people with dark waves that tumbled to the small of her back, and deep green eyes the colour of the waters that surrounded and coursed through her city. She is not tall, by any means, reaching only 5’ 3”. Her body, toned from childhood horse riding, is more on the rounded side, with round, large breasts and hips to match, and shapely thighs and calves – the kind of body that invoked lust in the men of La Serenissima. But the most beautiful thing about her is her smile. Once a carefree girl, smiling had come naturally to her, but circumstances in her early adolescent life left Nahir very wary of others, especially men, not putting any trust in them, and which made her smile something hard to come by. Her distrust in men was also what made it easier for her to sleep with them without any attachments. The only thing she needed from them was their money and their lust which fed her desire to live, to make it, against all odds.
Having to scrimp and beg for her keep, Nahir is a strong-willed woman who knows the value of life, and the value of a dollar. She also knows the value of a good lie. She is honest, as much as she can be, but her line of work often requires fibbing, and with her natural ability of storytelling, she found it easy to feed her patrons whatever it was they needed to hear in order to get them into her bed and coin in her pocket.
History:
Nahir was born to a wealthy family. Her father, Benedicte Porto and mother, Caterina Debello, had met during a yearly festival. She had been one of the “princesses” carted over to the small island by boat and locked up in the play castle erected there. He had been one of the bandits, come to steal a heart. He climbed and made it to find her, a beautiful girl of 19 at that time, dark luscious locks that cascaded in tightly bound curls to the small of her back, and beautiful hazel eyes that stood out against her olive skin. He immediately fell for her, and she, with smiles and giggles, after being caught by Benedicte, a strapping man of 22 with near black eyes and curly hair to match, was not opposed to the idea of courting. Benedicte’s father owned a textile business, a lucrative one, while his mother was a master seamstress. The two complimented each other perfectly, and Benedicte was slated to take over the company, running it with his father as his right hand man. Caterina’s father was the mayoral representative of the Naval District, and highly sought after. After much familial deliberation and a year of courting, Benedicte and Caterina were married. A year after that, they had a healthy baby girl whom they named after the river Nahir, a memory of when they had spent their honeymoon in Menekhet and conceived her.
Nahir was a well-loved child and wanted for nothing. Her mother made sure she knew how to cook, clean and sew from a young age, while her father was certain to educate her in languages, the first and most important being d’Angeline, considering the past and ongoing intermingling of the two cultures. She was also taught some Illyrian and Aragonian which she did not speak with as much fluency. She loved learning, whether it was a new meal to learn, a new way to stitch, or lessons on her favourite horse. Some of her childhood friends would have undoubtedly dubbed her as a spoiled brat, except for the fact that she was the sweetest natured child of the bunch. She was a creative and whimsical girl, her creativity stemming from the stories her father would tell her about the many places he had ventured to for business. The stories she would weave left her peers always begging for more, whether they were stories about princesses and pirates, or stories of love being lost, she had a gift for storytelling from a young age. Her favourite story to tell was of an ill-luck girl having her dream fulfilled of becoming a member of the acolytes who served Asherat of the Sea. It was, coincidentally, her favourite story to tell as it was her hearts dream. However, such would never come to fruition, and this adored girl soon found herself in a terrible position.
The fateful night was the night of her 16th birthday. Family and friends gathered for a large fete to celebrate. Aunts and uncles, grandparents and peers alike had come bearing gifts. She was beautiful that night, dark curls like her mother, and large, dark green eyes were enhanced by her beaming, bright smile and meek nature. Her father, in particular, noticed her beauty, and behind a tree under the guise of more gift-giving, he dealt her the cards that would change her life and took her virginity, against her will, and threatened that should she so much as breathe a word of it to anyone, he would be sure she would never see daylight again. She lived in silence and fear after this incident for two years, the pain of it eating her up inside, turning the once quietly lovely and caring girl into a silent, paranoid and spiteful young woman. The only way she could find solace was in the bedchambers of random men, men that would not know who she was, or the standing that her family held.
Her father departed shortly after her 18th birthday, and shortly after another night of unwanted coupling, for business. That was when she confronted her mother. Nahir had expected that Caterina would be understanding and help her, but she was utterly wrong. Her mother was too much in love and would never believe that her husband could do such an abominable thing. Nor could she believe that he would do it with Nahir. Blinded by the jealousy that Nahir’s beauty invoked, and blinded by the desire to have a perfect, quiet life, Caterina ordered Nahir to leave her home, before her father returned, and to never come back. In return for her disappearance, she would not tell Nahir’s father the defamatory things Nahir had told her.
So, at 18, Nahir found herself without a family and penniless. She sold the items she had gathered upon her departure from the only home she knew, all her jewels and fine dresses, except two, and made her way to the stews where she became a common prostitute, sleeping with any and all men she could, though none that would know who she was, all commoners, all hard working labourers, but no magistrates, no wealthy men. Life grew tiresome and difficult, everything was a fight, food and lodging were luxuries that she could barely afford. One night, though, she had slept with a foreigner, and while in his bed, he told her of his homeland, Terre d’Ange, and how women in her line of work were revered, put on pedestals and paid well for. She loved the concept of laying with real men, men who did not beat her, men who were clean and smelled lovely, like the man she had lain with, and knew then and there that she needed to go to Terre d’Ange. The one thing he had not told her though, as he waved goodbye to her and took his leave, was that the best of the best was inducted into Naamah’s service by the age of 10, and she was already 8 years too late. Without this knowledge, she was resolved to travel to Terre d’Ange. It had become her new dream, to rise in ranks, sleep with wealthy men, and perhaps one day find one that would love her, forever, unlike her father.
Every time she worked and was paid, she would put money away that would pay for her passage to the land of her dreams. By the time she was 19, she had saved enough for the passage, for a few new dresses and cheap jewels, and some for a place to stay, or so she hoped, and paid her way to the great land that would hopefully be able to fulfill her new dreams, ones forced upon her by circumstance.