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[b][color=2f4f4f]Name:[/color][/b] [i]Ninian Era Wakefield[/i]

[b][color=2f4f4f]Age:[/color][/b] [i]26[/i]

[b][color=2f4f4f]Appearance:[/color][/b] [i]Neither her endless duties as a maid, nor her own blindness have been able to put any damper on Ninian's endless cheer that has brightened her visage as much as her fair skin and hair. It is a pity then, that she has found her way to the Rivianne Solaire.[/i]

[b][color=2f4f4f]Backstory:[/color][/b] [i]Ninian was born with poor vision and it has only fallen worse and worse with age until before her twentieth year she could not even make out the faintest glimmer of the blazing sun. Some would say it is cruel that she got to see the world, even dimly, before having it stolen from her. That the light of hope made the knife of fate twist all the harsher. Ninian would strongly disagree. It was a generous privilege awarded to her to have seen the faces of her parents before they passed. To have glimpsed the barest slivers of creation's glories was an undeserved blessing.

Blind and poor, without family or skill, Ninian largely relied on the generosity of others, particularly a Devitt family, where she worked as a maid. Despite her inability to see, she served with endless cheer and dutiful labor. She did at least have an excellent nose for smelly sheets and dirty laundry that others might think clean enough. As long as no one moved the furniture about, she could sweep any floor spotless with dedication to pattern, triplicate effort, and feeling the floor for stray grains of dirt. But for all her spirit and gratitude, she was still less useful than a maid with possession of sight. As the Devitt's generosity strained their resources, they sent Ninian to another family, but a few twists of fate and a wrong stagecoach taken has landed her at the Rivianne Solaire.[/i]

[b][color=2f4f4f]Inventory:[/color][/b] [i]Letter of Recomendation: The Devitt family has written up a glowing recommendation of all Ninian's virtues, that, despite her blindness sharply limiting the tasks she is capable of, those that she can she undertakes with absolute excellence.

Feather Duster: Her favorite feather duster, which, despite Ninian not being all that good at using it for its intended purposes, tickles misbehaving children quite nicely.

Music Box: Her singular remaining possession of her parents, this humble snuff box turned music box is certainly Ninian's most prized possession. [/i]

[b][color=2f4f4f]Intro/Sample Post:[/color][/b] [color=fdfc86][i]"There is always hope, my lady."[/i][/color] Ninian had put forth her absolutely best, her brightest smile, to reassure Lady Devitt that she would be alright on her own. That Ninian appreciated Lady Devitt generosity so much, even now that they had to be parted. With Lord Devitt's letter of recommendation, she would certainly be alright. Ninian trusted his judgment, and any family he recommended had to be good sorts. Ninian had faith in her future, that it would be alright.

Oh, how hard it was to retain such sentiments when the shrieking wind deafened you and the stinging rain soaked you. She let the coachman lead her through the storm to the door, clutching her hand over her chest as if holding a last lifeline to protect her letter of recommendation. How curious then, it was when the door opened, and she stumbled through from the coachman's shove, that it felt even colder inside the manor she had been sent to than inside the rain. [color=fdfc86][i]"H-hello? I'm Ninian, Lord Devitt sent me."[/i][/color] She spoke as she managed to hear soft steps approaching even over the storm, slowly holding forth her letter of recommendation. But the only response she received was the taste of blood and the floor rushing to meet her, before she awoke with a start.

[b][color=2f4f4f]Other:[/color][/b] [i]N/A[/i]