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Long has her family served in distant lands as shamen and trusted guards of chieftans and their ilk, borne of mysticism and myths, shrouded in the shadows those brighter have cast. Her family is secrets and steel, and she is no different than those that came before, vowed to keep that which should not be spoken beyond the reach even of daring whispers. Who's secrets, you might ask? Well, that'd be telling. Fellow Prodigals might be privy to some basic knowledge of her line, but whatever it is that has brought her here to Arx is left to the imagination, and she doesn't seem in any sort of hurry to offer clarification even to those with a mind to ask.

Mysterious; golden eyes shine hungry like the wolf's, almond in shape and turned upward at the outside edge, lined by smokey khol smudged to dramatic effect, shadowed further by a lush fan of dark lashes. Her skin is a soft caramel hue, marred by scar and gold and black tribal tattooing that marks her as one of the far flung prodigals so oft looked down upon by the Compact's denizens, so obvious to even the most casual observer. Her features are feminine, even if they bring to mind more feral fare; high and wide cheekbones, a nose that lay on the more delicate side of stereotypes, though wider than the majority of fine ladies that grace Arx, and a generous cupid's bow of dark pink often settled in soft smiling. Her hair is a thick, dark affair that when freed is a mess of loose curl in warm sooty hues, what would seem like black in low light boasting a ruddy highlight when kissed by the sun.

Navi is possessing of a sort of savage charm, aided by the cryptic quality that keeps her core shrouded from the casual observer, mystery draped about her like a proud mantle. There is a quiet mirth in the way she regards the wild world she finds herself in now, a black sense of humour that seems to quell the subtle rage that simmers just below the surface, waiting for the opportunity to be free.