"The simplest joys are the best joys."
Description: Soft and serene, Wahaiya has a small framed body. Long locks of black hair flow to about her mid-waist, with bangs that frame her heart-shaped face. She has a small nose and bow-shaped lips that are always curled into a smile. Emerald green shine brightly under her heavy lashed eyes, as if they're up to no good.
Personality: Outgoing and personable, Wahaiya is gentle in her interactions and slow moving. She opens her arms wide for any who are willing or unwilling to enter her embraces without a care for personal space. She enjoys living life to the fullest and is a curious individual who is always up for trying something new. Even as she seems like the blowing leaf in a wind, her standards and devotion are as strong as the roots of a large tree.
Background: Ever since she was young, Wahaiya loved shiny things. Whether it was a jewel or a coin, a necklace, or a ring, anything that shined and sparkled she coveted in her eyes. While it was easy to convince others to give her what she wanted, she still wanted more and more. More of a challenge. More of a thrill. This led her into a life of crime, to steal anything that she wanted. Crime was good to her and love her, she loved it back until one of her own posse decided that she came between their love of something.
As she laid there bleeding, left to die alone, she reflected greatly on her choice of life and whether it really was worth all the risk she endured. For once in her life she thought of the gods of her people and she prayed fervently that should any one of them answer her and help her, she'd do all that she could to do better. Perhaps by chance or perhaps by Acharon's own hands, she was found by a member of the priesthood and cared for. She devoted her life to better her community and her people.
When Estril's feast came to be, she smiled and charmed what harbringers she could to their death. She knew they were an infection that needed to be sundered, and even though she was a pacifist, she knew it was something that had to be done. She was just glad it was by someone else's hands.
Then the Host came. It was a terrifying entity that threatened the life of every living creature. Wahaiya was no soldier and she never tried to pretend or be one. She devoted her time to the acquisition of supplies and sharing her experiences of being able to slip under the radar. When the word of Ithiriel Elexia's decision to move towards an unknown land to regain immortality and to flee from the Host came to her ear, she wasted no effort in dragging any elf in her reach as she made way to the boats for passage.
Even as mortality sets upon her tender bones once more, Wahaiya continues to reach out for a better future.