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Hadiya Zafirah BowerStatus: Sister of Lucian Bower
Age: Twenty-four
Marital Status: Single.
Children: None
Height: 5'7".
Weight: 126 lbs.
Markings: None.
Piercings: Both ears, once.
Medical Conditions: None.
Special Ability: Black Magic.
Bio: In a world where disappointment was a way of life- where the hardships of poverty and illness were th trials of the peasantry-- the pains of manipulation, sabotage- disputed lineage and abuse. The violent deaths of the underachievers or the painfully disappointing. Somewhere hovering outside these two sedentary worlds there were The People of the Road and Sea. The nomadic peoples were joyous and bright, full of laughter and passion and generosity when roused. Masters of the horse, raising great herds of them in the distant valleys, their cousins on the shore were merchants and traders and sailors exploring all they could. Between these two were the travelling cousins. Gypsies, outcasts in the cities, blamed for theft and illness and mishief, the People were not above these things- but their reports were greatly exaggerated. It was out of this that Zafirah was born.She was a Seer of her people, a woman learning the Whispers of Wind and Flame as well as the Voices of Illness and how to quiet them. Black and White magic in one woman and in all the secrets of the People, her identity was lost in the Cities. In Vantorta she appeared to be nothing but a fortune teller and dancer of exceptional and exotic beauty. She met Batholemew Bower when he came into her tent... seeking his fortune and to see if the woman was as beautiful as she was rumored to be... Dark eyes and hair in wild waves she was a creature of passion and knew at once when she saw him that he was the man of her own Destiny. He left her tent with the Fortune he wanted to hear and the payment was an arrangement that pleased them both. She visited her tent several times that week. He gained more knowledge each time and Samar knew that she too got what she wanted.
The clan moved on and nine months later at a gathering between The Horse, Sea and Travelers there was a child born. At sunset of Midwinter night she was born and named - Hadiya bint Zafirah wa Bower. A full name, similar to many born inside the clan. A superstitious tie to the cities that seeded their birth the names rarely meant anything more and were never used. Hadiya grew up as a happy baby, Whispering to the breezes that rocked her cradle even before she could properly talk to people. She walked early and well, balanced by some breeze or other. She never burned herself in the fire, swam like a young otter and never found herself too cold. Even the plants that often wilted in the heat and dust of an entire encampment found that they had reason to be in full and glorious bloom. It was obvious, that the child was meant to follow in the footsteps of her mother but Zafirah had other ideas.
It was common to send the youngest children back to the Horse or Sea for fostering, to give them room to grow up outside the confines of a cart or under-foot. Hadiya went too, but not to the open fields she should have nor one of the small coastal villages. Instead she was taken, with her mother and an older couple to the city of Vantorta. Instead of the quarter they usually settled in, Zafirah lead the ponied cart right up to the Bower door.
She was..... hardly a pleasant surprise but by the time Zafirah left she knew her daughter was in the right place. Hadi, as she was often called, did not cry or mourn her mother. She knew there would be no letters to her as she did not read or write- but she knew too, that she wouldn't miss her mother. The breezes would carry her words and back and so it wasn't unusual to see the young girl sitting in the garden giggling and chatting at the air. The elder couple stayed on, working in the kitchen and garden. It was an easier life than that of the road and they were able to continue teaching Hadi the ways of her people. Each season, when they came and went she would run off to the market to play with cousins or second cousins ... they were all family to her.
Over the years though, her forays became less frequent. Her life was too different and smiling, exotic girl had become a creature of neither world. Too educated, too sedentary for The Road her cousins saw her softened and changed. She spoke their language but her accent had changed. In the Bower household she was still seen as so different. Her manners were.. odd... she spent too much time with the servants and her curious relationship with The Truth seemed subjective at best. Never bitter for this she knew that she was well loved, she had Auntie and Uncle that were getting on in years but still alive and pleasant and healthy. There were the Whispers of her mother as she eventually settled and was bonded to a man of the Sea. She had other children and was happy but always had love for her eldest child.
It was only in the dark, that Hadiya resented the position she'd been put into. A bastard child, lovely and intelligent she was still not convenient to her father's lifestyle. She was largely ignored except when it was convenient. He seemed slightly wary of her and knew not how to deal with her. By the time she was 12, she had a strong grasp of what they called, Black Magic. Her siblings and cousins didn't share her talents or hear the World as she did. She didn't begrudge them that.. it was just another sign that she was.... Different. Special they tried to tell her but she was smart enough to know that it was all a matter of perspective.
Stubborn and wild one moment, obliging and charming the next there was little that could be considered steady and usual for Hadi. She was lovely, though too dark for what was fashionable in Vantorta. She was intelligent though her behavior rarely allowed anyone to remember that.
Often found in the kitchens or garden she spent a great deal of time on her own. Never quietly she spoke a great deal... on a great many things and thrived on human contact. She was a social creature without a society. Not completely of either world she could blend into either if she were willing to give up the other but she refused. There was something... some quiet tug toward... something. She knew that it was Destiny moving her, faith kept her quietly sane... or in the opinion of some, even more quietly insane. The time spent in garden helped it to bloom all year round... or in the kitchen she made breads that were perfectly golden with the most light, crisp crusts.
When she wasn't practicing her magic in those entirely practical and overlooked ways, she was studyint - the tomes of Black Magic that her family had were old and the library small.... many of her books were ... borrowed. From other magical families only to be quickly returned. She hadn't been caught yet and wasn't planning on it but funny how things could happen when you weren't planning them. Hadiya's whole life was like that. She had a desperate feeling it was going to stay that way.
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