Nessa Silmar

Our heroine is a quiet figure, often able to hide herself in a crowd. It was a skill to be able to go unnoticed, especially given that she was one of the Stains that freely walked the lands.

It had almost been 80 years since the Brothers were disants and magic was no longer being destroyed. Yet the stigma of being a Stained in the Sohemi led to many in one of two directions.

1) If you have a stain you can hide, then do so. Next you either take a vow of somekind to commit to celibacy or you make sure you can trust the person. Do not be surprised when they turn on you and hand over your life.

2) If you have stain you can’t hide, can you remove it? Remember you can live a good life without a limb. If you can’t remove it either you should hand over your life or accept that somebody else will.

Nessa Silmar was a Stain, she was anonymously handed over to the Silmar Oprhanage. Her parents, unknown, her race, unknown, her home, unknown. Many would go out of the way to drop of children that needed more compassionate hands, so Nessa wasn’t the first Stained they had recieved. That didn’t make it any less difficult though. She was cursed with a dark stain that was from her fingertips and up her wrist to splotch it’s way around her forearm.

Given the location, the Silmar guardians had to intervene dozens of times over the years to prevent her or other children from mutilating her to remove the “stain”. They would tell her the world was changing, and that she needed to care for herself because people will one day come around too. It was a sweet sentiment, but perhaps a bit to hopeful. See, Nessa wasn’t the only Stained that lived there, and many thought that having so many Stained in one place proved to be dangerous.

While not true, there was a basis at the core, because with multiple Stained children did bring on stronger surge of magic, almost like a magnet. However, that belief was manipulated and perverted until the locals brought down hell on the Silmar home. The guardians that survived were removed from the facilities and beaten, the home burned down and the children attacked. Not just the Stained, all of the children.

Among two other children, Nessa managed to escape, hiding herself in the grasslands. She couldn’t remember how she got out of the grasslands, but she did remember the days of wondering it took to get out. She never found the others that she escaped with and she was sure they had likely died to. Wandering along the line of the grass fields she finally found her way into another town. The fist town was hell, she ended up stuck with a family that used her as a work slave for a few years until she was big enough to be able to escape. When traveling she found out just what she was, a Shifter, she could change her appearance in many ways, but the one thing that remained consistent was that her Stain was there on every body she changed into.

In attempt to keep safe she would change her looks for someone else saw and in doing so she changed into someone many villagers loved and when she came across some young adults she was beaten so badly she almost didn’t pull through. It took two days of sleeping until one of the Dune Spires until she had enough energy to find herself water. That was when she couldn’t stand it anymore. Taking a blade to her arm she sawed desperately before passing out. When it was finished she fell unconscious and lost another day where she should have bled out. But someone found her. It was a boy some years older then her, he put a torniquets on her and carried her to a healer.

Healer Yoshiyoa would say it was an unintended consequence, if you asked, but that wasn’t the truth. He took care to help her heal, but not just her, but what she was gifted. In keeping her alive and healing properly, it allowed the magic in her to heal as well and that was how she received the phantom limb. Free to heal and grow her additional magic formed a hand, but one with it’s own personality at the times. But there was something else, when she shifted her Stain was no longer visible, it was a bit of freedom.

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