Naja Salaheem

Beloved of Flame.

Name: Naja Salaheem
Aliases: Naja Zwhan
Nameday: ???
Age: ???
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them
Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te
Height: 6’0
Hair color(s): Auburn
Eye color(s): Sapphire BlueRelationship Status: Married/BondedLanguages: Eorzean, DragonspeakBirthplace: Ul'dah, maybe.
Guardian: ???
Occupation(s): Journeyman Carpenter, Apprentice Goldsmith, Painter, Former 'Gladiator'

"Someone's been walking around in your dreams lately, looking for something. Tidying up, rearranging. Storing away all the unrealized dreams, putting old pains in boxes. The worst nightmares have settled down for a while. A spot of light on the bedroom door after the dark. The fluttering of eyelids in the spring sun. A thought that arises, only to disappear again. And yet there's a pattern emerging…"

"What if you didn’t lose your memory? What if something in Etheirys came and stored it all away. For you to slowly open one box at a time. So you can choose which parts to keep. Keep almost none of it. Only the flowers on the windowsill. Only the distant sound of a radio. Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all."

"Huh? Is that really important?"
Naja does not remember anything before Dalamud fell. She also doesn't think it's all that important. If she had people who cared, why hadn't they found her yet? Where was the family that should've walked the streets of Ul'dah shouting her name? Why had no one found her while she scrabbled like an insect in the rubble, eating weeds, dirt and anything else she could find and break between her very strong teeth.

"Did what I had to do. Just like everyone else."The years after the Calamity were spent rough shot, working with criminal elements within Ul'dah to survive. Naja does not begrudge her past, but she has set it aside for the present. Much better to bask in the warmth of love and reach towards the sun.

"Peachy? You mean the most beautiful woman in the world?"
Maybe it was capital F fate or maybe it was luck that lead Naja to visit a certain apothecary and meet a certain alchemist. Whatever string, coin toss, random wandering had lead there really didn't matter, what matters are the people Naja met, the feelings they instilled in her and finally, the love that filled the great hunger she had felt since the Calamity.