A proud citizen of the Demon Caravans in the Kingdom of Winds, far from home on mission. Nishta has sworn an oathdebt to the Raven Queen and serves her will, as filtered through Nishta's exacting sense of justice and propriety.

Nishta of the Parted Veil was born to happy, healthy parents (of the Parted Veil clan). Her mother is Vunji of the Parted Veil, and her father Zeska, who married in. She was a welcome child, the youngest of four, and doted on in her family. Her eldest sister followed her mother into the divinatory arts, and both of her brothers took up the vaunted study of alchemy. She showed no early predilection for divination or alchemical studies, though she did display some aptitude as a storyteller, a respected role in the caravans. Her great talent as a child was finding trouble, though that is common among children. The family's life on the road was never easy -- little is, among the caravans -- but it was a happy one.
 
Or at least, it was a happy one until her seventeenth year. She was out collecting dangerous, if valuable, alchemical reagents after the rains, as one does, and there was a sudden and unexpected cloudburst when she was almost finished -- just the kind of thing that the legends of the demon rains warn about. What looked like a quick, if violent, death felt like years of torture, shattering and remaking Nishta a thousand times. As it finally drew to an end, she felt nothing but relief.
 
That feeling was short-lived. When she regained herself as the sensations faded, she was surrounded by a silvery fog full of echoes. It took a few moments for the sound to resolve into a feminine voice. "Nishta of the Parted Veil, I bid you, do not yet die. I would speak with you before your soul crosses that river."
 
"What? How? Who are you?" Nishta asked, surprised to find she had arms to wrap around herself.
 
"Come to my tower. Much will be revealed." The fog parted, revealing an improbably tall and narrow black pagoda atop a snowy hill. She set her hooves on the path and began the trek. The journey was simple enough -- the terrain was easy, and only a bit of disorientation lingered from her ordeal. A few corvids milled around in the sky, occasionally raucous observers.
 
Nishta wasn't sure how long it took her to reach the pagoda. The door stood open, the welcoming scent of tea wafting out. She stepped inside and started as the door slid shut behind her; a broad stairway led up to a higher floor before her. Seeing nothing else to do, Nishta climbed, and the scent of tea grew stronger as she went. After a time, she despaired of ever reaching her destination on the unending staircase, but kept climbing.
 
It was when she decided she had, despite her perceptions, died already that the landing opened into a tea room. An exquisitely-wrought puppet dressed in a kimono of raven's feathers and black silk that reflected every color knelt on the far side of the table, her strings disappearing into darkness amongst the rafters. Her mouth did not move when she looked up to Nishta, but the same voice that Nishta heard earlier spoke. "Sit. Drink. We have much to discuss."
 
**
 
Nishta's eyes opened in the fields of the demon rains once more. The skies had closed and no more fiends rained down -- but some still remained.
 
Nishta, though? Nishta was different. She reached into the space between life and death and drew forth a sword, and with that blade she sent the invaders back to the planes they hailed from.
 
When she arrived at home, she was different. Her terrible experience had marked her -- and she had a new purpose. She rested with her family as long as she dared before she set off, ready to do the bidding of the Raven Queen -- though in the depths of her heart, she wants little more than to return to home and family, her debts paid.

Age

Early-Mid 20s

Gender

Female

Eyes

Orange

Hair

Black, long

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Grey

Height

5'7"

Weight

165 lb.