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Anaita
The daughter of a wealthy Persian noble, Anaita enjoyed a
pleasant childhood. Reserved but precocious, she was well loved by
her tutors. At the age of twelve, she had the honor of being sent
to serve at the temple of her name-sake, the goddess Anahita.
During her years at the temple, she learned much from the Mage
Priests and participated in the fertility rituals that were her
main function there. When her service ended, she was married to
another wealthy Persian noble whom was to serve as a dignitary in
Athens.
While there was no love between she and her husband, Anaita was
not unhappy. He left her alone often, which lent her time to
explore and adapt to her new surroundings. She’d barely time to
learn the Grecian language, however, before she witnessed his
assassination. Unnoticed in the adjoining room, the scene caused
her no sorrow or fear. Instead, a deep curiosity overtook her. She
followed the killer, which resulted in being captured and
questioned by the organization to which he belonged.
Determining her to be daft but not without use, the
opportunistic leader propositioned Anaita. Alone in a foreign
country (having yet to be introduced formally to anyone in
particular), and uncertain she necessarily wished to return to
Persia- Anaita agreed.
Her broad education and experience from the temple made it easy
for her to be installed as a Hetaera. She entertained a rich
clientele, both male and female. Using her position and skill, she
obtained valuable information to be used by the organization. Her
knowledge of herbs allowed her to heighten her clients experience,
loosen their tongues, and even occasionally send them to their
graves without ever drawing suspicion.
If she were to be perfectly frank, Anaita enjoyed her work. She
enjoyed exploring people, and in her position she had access to
every sort. From self-made merchant, to politicians, to their
wives, and once in her bed they would spill from their roles, laid
bare as their skin.
While never touching or being touched by her, even the other
members of the organization were not beneath her interest or
scrutiny. It was among these that she would cross paths with
Valenthia. Unlike the others, the girl was neither full of blood
lust nor a jaded mercenary. Her face was that of someone who
smiled often, and yet her eyes belied a grim determination. The
two formed an amiable though tentative friendship, but it was
short lived.
For Valenthia disappeared. That disappearance would precede a
series of events leading Anaita toward Themiscyra.
Anaita is 5’2”, with thick black hair midway down her back,
and warm brown eyes. Her olive complexioned features are
distinctly Persian. Though soft from a life of leisure, she still
maintains a great deal of stamina. When she arrives in Themiscyra,
her charm, sharp mind, and education are her only weapons. Her
facility with poison and herb-lore are the only skills that could
be considered truly deadly. She speaks Greek conversationally, but
she doesn’t always do it perfectly. Naturally, she also speaks
fluently in the tongue of her homeland. Accustomed to a more
gentle life-style, Anaita may sometimes appear petulant or
haughty, though never intentionally condescending. When it comes
to the details and tasks of every day living, she has a lot to
learn. Anahita is still the name she whispers when moved to
prayer, and her totem animal is the ermine.
Tae'Nah athelfi arche:
28 January 2012
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