Race: Human

Height: 5'3"

Professions: Noble, lute player, harpist.

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Anyone who notices her for too long would notice she has some sort of problem with her vision, able to see but seemingly reaching out at times to get a better feel for things or having a hard time peering into the distance.

Standing before you would be a rather meek looking woman, dressed in what seems to be a silken dress with not a weapon in sight her hands always ahead of her, either on their own, as they try to get a sense of what is ahead of her, or at times she will be carrying a long stick, meant to help extend her sense of feel even further, to avoid any accidents. She had no super hearing, or sense of smell that so many that share her affliction seem to have Perhaps because when her vision faded, she never had to compensate for it, having servants on hand to do the tasks that her eyes use to, Although she does have a refined sense of taste, since it was the only sense used extensively after the loss of her eye-sight.

She was raised within a noble house, Living there for most of her life, it was perhaps the life she was born into that saved her, Her eyesight was never the best as a child, having a hard time seeing anything clearly, but as time went by, it got worse and worse, soon enough only able to see things in a mass of blurs, until even those blurs turned into naught but darkness, If she was born into some farming house, Chances are she would of been left out in some random forest during her early years, most 'lower class' families unable to support someone who could not pull their own weight, and make their own living even from a young age. Her life was still a good one, a easy one, she would be feed by her servants, have books translated into a grail system so she could entertain herself with stories, She had a flock of hand maidens  to keep her company, and much more, and she was also skilled in the harp and lute, winning her a few audiences in the court of their liege lord several times in her youth. and so her life was until the nineteenth year of her life, when everything she knew went up in a blaze, Her family had a generational feud with yet another noble family, but, that family was getting more, and more powerful. Gaining land and titles while her own noble house did so, but at a slower rate, soon enough they were dwarfed by this rival house with close to twice as many man at arms and knights in their service, During the death of their liege lord, and the chaos of succession that followed, the rival house struck, using that chaotic time period to send a large force to strike them down, killing their guards, enslaving, capturing or killing the high born that were caught, and taking whatever valuables they could get their hands on, Nisara was lucky enough to be aboard at the time, being brought to another noble house in a attempt to wed her to the heir, But as her caravan was riding back, she got hold of the news, and most of her 'loyal' guards, servants and maidens left her outright, knowing she had no more coin to offer them, or power to gain, leaving but a fifth of her original retainers, of those still loyal, and willing to get her off land and in a safe place, and so her company of friends and loyal servants brought her to this place, in hopes that none would ever seek her out here. But her tale was none to unique, noble houses rise and fall as the tides do, new ones taking the place of older ones at the whims of kings, gods and men alike.