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|| Name || Najwa, نجوى
|| Age || 19 years old
|| Gender || Female
|| Height || 5'0"
|| Class || Merchant (normal) – Incense/Perfume Seller
|| Kingdom || Ajayib
|| Marine type || Redline Flabellina
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|| Personality ||
Human Form:
✔responsible | quiet | mindful | caring | resourceful
✘withdrawn | cautious | judgmental | thickheaded | worrywart

Najwa isn’t the most outgoing person; she's actually really distant and guarded. She’ll pretty much keep to herself, appearing pretty timid and aloof at first glance. However, if you engage chatter with her she’ll try to politely carry the conversation, if you seem trustworthy enough. But she’s a rather soft-spoken, passive individual and can appear cold during first-encounters. Getting Najwa to talk won’t make her open up to you completely. She’s rather weary of others. Najwa’s an extremely observant individual and picks up on small quirks and traits of other’s around her and details an average person would overlook. She automatically decides how she perceives others with just a glance. She doesn’t judge others quickly for the sake of superiority; she does so as a precaution. And if she deems you a dangerous person to be around, good luck trying to convince her otherwise.

Once she does begin to trust you, Najwa is a rather reliable person to accompany. You’ll never doubt if she cares about you or if she’s being honest. Actually she can be too honest at times, but she doesn't mean to hurt anyone, really, she's just a blatant realist. Naturally task-driven, her determinism stubbornness can be seen as a bother. Her thick-headedness also branches out of her work, making her a pretty nosy and naggy person. Mainly it’s just her way of showing she cares. If she notices, and she will notice, any change in your usual mood she’ll address it and pester you until you tell her what’s bothering you. Najwa has a tendency to dote on others.

Hybrid Form:
Over and above all, Najwa is significantly more carefree and relaxed in her hybrid form; the innocence that she lost during her times in prostitution is still present. Unlike her human form, where she’s constantly second-guessing and almost always on edge, Najwa’s a lot more daring while underwater. She dares to be curious and cheerful, and allows her natural sense of wanderlust to take over.
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|| History ||
The stout elderly woman clapped her hands, “No, try it again, from the top! Altos, your last chord was a little flat. And remember ladies, soft hands, not ridged sculptures.”

Najwa was born into large, colorful, and nomadic family of commoners, who made their living as traveling street performers. Her family traveled across Ajayib putting on spectacles all across the kingdom. Najwa grew up as a middle child in her sea of siblings and cousins, raised under the guidance of her parents, grandparents, and various aunts and uncles, since street performing was a family affair. Of course she was expected to participate in the family business and spent most of her childhood learning the arts so she could eventually earn a spot on stage. She was trained in dance and music; however most emphasis was put on her vocal talent. While she was still too inexperienced to get on stage and perform alongside the others, Najwa would often work as stage help behind the scenes with the younger members of the family.

Around the age of eleven, Najwa had recently begun to participate in shows. After a visiting official witnessed one of their performances at a festival, her family was invited to travel to and put on a show in the kingdom of Tajar. This was their first invitation to travel outside the kingdom, and they were eager to make a good name for themselves across the desert. Her family accepted the offer and shortly began their move to the City of Trade. Their illusions and brightly colored performance was well-received by the locals, and the first show received unexpected positive reception. In celebration of their success, the family decided to head out that night for a big feast before getting on the road again.
Najwa spent the evening chatting and playing around with her sisters and cousins as they wandered around a large bazaar. She was pulled to the side by one of her younger cousins, who wanted to visit another food cart. However, after making their purchase they became separated from their relatives and lost in the crowd of people. They approached various people, hoping to find directions back to their camp or at least run into a familiar face. Eventually, they decided waiting in one place would be more effective; they waited outside a closed shop. While they rested by the building, Najwa and her cousin were approached by a couple of young men.

“Hm, lookit here, a couple of foreigners,” the man sneered, he pulled down his mask as he bent down on one knee in order to get on eye level with Najwa, “What are you little ladies doin’ here by yerself?”
Tightening her grip on her cousin’s hand as the grinning man drew closer, Najwa managed to sputter, “W-we’re looking for one of our relatives… we got separated in the crowd….”
“Oh, that’s too bad, why don’t we help you find ‘em?” he asked innocently, as he reached for her hand, which she quickly jerked away from him. His expression and tone darkened at her reaction and he snatched her up by the wrist. “I don’t ‘ave time for these damn games.”

Before she had any time to scream or struggle, she along with her cousin were restrained and dragged into a dark alleyway by the shady man and his partner. After that night, Najwa woke up in a brothel, confused but not alone, for the whole place was full of equally scared children. She was separated from her cousin as they were both sold to different masters in the underground prostitution rink. Her first owner was a middle-aged noble, who was interested in her background as a performer. Najwa was originally very aggressive and defiant, she refused to fulfill any of her ‘master’s’ request. Of course, her disobedience was met with punishment, earning her some scars and cuts across her back and legs, from the lashings she received. Eventually she began to succumb to his desires, but never too willingly. He quickly became fed up with her, and after a couple of months she was resold to one of his companions for practically the same price he bought her.

“Oh~ You never told me about this one,” a visitor ran up to Najwa as she handed her master his chalice. “Looks like a real beauty and still so young, leaves room for potential,” He tugged at a loose strand of her hair, prompting a subtle glare in his direction. “Hm~? Feisty too?”
Her owner snorted and glanced up at his guest, “Feisty’s an understatement. But… you usually enjoy a challenge,” taking a sip from his gaudy cup, “…why don’t I give her to you?”
A smile spreading across the younger noble’s face, “For fre-?”
“At a discount.”

Her new master was younger and also of Tajar nobility, but his collection of servants greatly surpassed her previous owner’s. The young man practically ran his own brothel in his mansion, housing many exotic slaves from all three kingdoms and often hosting parties just to share and show off his collection. The chatter he spewed at Najwa’s previous owner’s house certainly wasn’t a bluff, he was fascinated with her upon her arrival to the house she was dolled up and requested almost immediately. She still remained rather rebellious, but his methods of punishment were different. Along with the usual whippings, he would keep her locked up for a few hours to a week. This method proved to be rather effective on the young girl; after many nights of being caged in and old wounds were reopened he got her to sing for him after a year or so of such treatment. She eventually became one of his favorites and rarely left his property, keeping her for almost five years. She'd expected that gaining his trust would cause him to begin listening to her desire for freedom, but it had the opposite effect and made him hold onto her closer. Najwa’s spirit hadn’t been broken though.

She pushed his hand away as he grabbed her waist, and pulled the blankets over her shoulders, flopping onto the bed.
He snickered and dragged himself out of bed, “Hurry up and get dressed.” Her master walked towards the door and paused in the doorway, “I have to pick up something for my brother’s bash tonight. Don’t’ keep me waiting.”

It hadn't been the first shopping trip or social events she’d accompanied her owner with, originally he kept a close eye on her often taking a guard or another servant along, but he’d begun to give her some more independence since she hadn't tried to escape for a while. Najwa followed behind her master as he wandered around the marketplace. He would pick up a couple trinkets before setting them down and moving to the next shop. Najwa continued to follow behind him, but as they approached a spice cart, she took a break for it. Of course this sprint didn't last long, it was horribly planned and a spur of the moment, and she only made it a couple of yards ducking and diving through the crowd. Her owner quickly caught up to her and snatched her arm, ending her dash; his eyes were practically ablaze with rage and he struck her across the face.

Bracing herself for another slap, she flinched but was surprisingly left unharmed, Najwa looked up, eyes wide with confusion to find her equally perplexed master’s raised arm being held in the tight grip of an unknown elderly man. After much swearing and yelling from her master and futile calm negotiations from the old man, his wife approached Najwa and tried to calm her down. Now, obviously making a scene the young noble backed down and continued glaring over at his slave, demanding for her to come to his side. But she remained put beside the elderly woman’s side, deciding that returning to his mansion wouldn't ever be the same based on the predicament she put herself in. The elderly couple managed to calm her owner down enough to settle on a deal, embarrassed about the predicament Najwa put them in and he ultimately decided that losing one slave wouldn't hurt too much considering the many others he had at home. He sold her for a hefty price, and surprisingly they were able to meet his high demands and Najwa was resold to the old couple.

Three years have passed since the incident at the marketplace, and Najwa was practically adopted as their daughter by the elderly couple. She now resides in Ajayib with the couple and helps run their Incense and Perfume shop, mainly managing the store whenever they leave to restock or work the garden.
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|| Additional Info ||
- If you smell nice she’ll tell you instinctively. Especially if you smell like citrus, she loves citrus fruits.
- Najwa is a very touchy person and enjoys having her personal space. She will only allow you to touch her if she's completely comfortable around you.
- She’s pretty much become a shut-in and spends most of her time on the elderly couple’s property, tending to the shop and garden. She’ll go out to the marketplace to pick up a couple of items occasionally, only when it’s completely necessary.
- She’s too afraid to travel outside of the kingdom again, but honestly wants to explore. However, fear beats curiosity greatly in this case.
- Trying to overcome the fear stated above, and if you have stories of travels or adventures around Ajayib or any of the other kingdoms she’ll definitely listen.
- Najwa's more comfortable around women than men.
- Carries around an emergency poisonous dagger and powder in her scarf, given to her by her guardians whenever she has to runs errands or watch the store by herself. The powder mimics her hybrid form's tentacles defense mechanism, temporarily stunning whoever it comes in contact with.
- She's really bad around flirts and she'll probably ignore you and deny you service. But if you're persistent you'll surely piss her off.
- Najwa has scars and bruises on her legs and upper back from lashings she earned when she was a sex slave. And she’s sensitive about those don’t ask her about it.
- When she was a slave she wasn’t usually allowed to be free and frolic in the water. Hence, the reason Najwa’s human and hybrid form have such different mentalities.
- Najwa likes to sing and dance around the store during slow days when she's alone and when she cleans up the shop. It's a real treat to hear her sing, since she shy to do so even around her adoptive parents.
- She keeps her hair long since it was often cut short during her years as a slave. But she finds it too tedious to wear out and always keeps it tied up in a messy bun or ponytail.
- She's pansexual, but not really looking for a relationship. It'd be safe to say intimacy scares her.
- Najwa has met up with her family after she returned to Ajayib, but it turns out no one’s heard from her cousin since that night. And she ultimately decided to stay with the elderly couple since she owes her freedom to them. Najwa cares deeply for the couple and the shop they run.
- Her views of class are a bit screwed after having lived as a slave herself. She sees commoners, slaves, and merchants as the same. The only class she really looks down on are criminals/outlaws.

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|| Relationships ||
N/A

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Time Taken: Long Time idk
Song Listened to: Army Go by Attack on Titan OST
Art is mine
Najwa is mine
The app and the group are not

Description
App for
I GOT IN
FEEL FREE TO RP AND THE LIKE

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|| Name || Najwa, نجوى
|| Age || 19 years old
|| Gender || Female
|| Height || 5'0"
|| Class || Merchant (normal) – Incense/Perfume Seller
|| Kingdom || Ajayib
|| Marine type || Redline Flabellina
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|| Personality ||
Human Form:
✔responsible | quiet | mindful | caring | resourceful
✘withdrawn | cautious | judgmental | thickheaded | worrywart

Najwa isn’t the most outgoing person; she's actually really distant and guarded. She’ll pretty much keep to herself, appearing pretty timid and aloof at first glance. However, if you engage chatter with her she’ll try to politely carry the conversation, if you seem trustworthy enough. But she’s a rather soft-spoken, passive individual and can appear cold during first-encounters. Getting Najwa to talk won’t make her open up to you completely. She’s rather weary of others. Najwa’s an extremely observant individual and picks up on small quirks and traits of other’s around her and details an average person would overlook. She automatically decides how she perceives others with just a glance. She doesn’t judge others quickly for the sake of superiority; she does so as a precaution. And if she deems you a dangerous person to be around, good luck trying to convince her otherwise.

Once she does begin to trust you, Najwa is a rather reliable person to accompany. You’ll never doubt if she cares about you or if she’s being honest. Actually she can be too honest at times, but she doesn't mean to hurt anyone, really, she's just a blatant realist. Naturally task-driven, her determinism stubbornness can be seen as a bother. Her thick-headedness also branches out of her work, making her a pretty nosy and naggy person. Mainly it’s just her way of showing she cares. If she notices, and she will notice, any change in your usual mood she’ll address it and pester you until you tell her what’s bothering you. Najwa has a tendency to dote on others.

Hybrid Form:
Over and above all, Najwa is significantly more carefree and relaxed in her hybrid form; the innocence that she lost during her times in prostitution is still present. Unlike her human form, where she’s constantly second-guessing and almost always on edge, Najwa’s a lot more daring while underwater. She dares to be curious and cheerful, and allows her natural sense of wanderlust to take over.
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|| History ||
The stout elderly woman clapped her hands, “No, try it again, from the top! Altos, your last chord was a little flat. And remember ladies, soft hands, not ridged sculptures.”

Najwa was born into large, colorful, and nomadic family of commoners, who made their living as traveling street performers. Her family traveled across Ajayib putting on spectacles all across the kingdom. Najwa grew up as a middle child in her sea of siblings and cousins, raised under the guidance of her parents, grandparents, and various aunts and uncles, since street performing was a family affair. Of course she was expected to participate in the family business and spent most of her childhood learning the arts so she could eventually earn a spot on stage. She was trained in dance and music; however most emphasis was put on her vocal talent. While she was still too inexperienced to get on stage and perform alongside the others, Najwa would often work as stage help behind the scenes with the younger members of the family.

Around the age of eleven, Najwa had recently begun to participate in shows. After a visiting official witnessed one of their performances at a festival, her family was invited to travel to and put on a show in the kingdom of Tajar. This was their first invitation to travel outside the kingdom, and they were eager to make a good name for themselves across the desert. Her family accepted the offer and shortly began their move to the City of Trade. Their illusions and brightly colored performance was well-received by the locals, and the first show received unexpected positive reception. In celebration of their success, the family decided to head out that night for a big feast before getting on the road again.
Najwa spent the evening chatting and playing around with her sisters and cousins as they wandered around a large bazaar. She was pulled to the side by one of her younger cousins, who wanted to visit another food cart. However, after making their purchase they became separated from their relatives and lost in the crowd of people. They approached various people, hoping to find directions back to their camp or at least run into a familiar face. Eventually, they decided waiting in one place would be more effective; they waited outside a closed shop. While they rested by the building, Najwa and her cousin were approached by a couple of young men.

“Hm, lookit here, a couple of foreigners,” the man sneered, he pulled down his mask as he bent down on one knee in order to get on eye level with Najwa, “What are you little ladies doin’ here by yerself?”
Tightening her grip on her cousin’s hand as the grinning man drew closer, Najwa managed to sputter, “W-we’re looking for one of our relatives… we got separated in the crowd….”
“Oh, that’s too bad, why don’t we help you find ‘em?” he asked innocently, as he reached for her hand, which she quickly jerked away from him. His expression and tone darkened at her reaction and he snatched her up by the wrist. “I don’t ‘ave time for these damn games.”

Before she had any time to scream or struggle, she along with her cousin were restrained and dragged into a dark alleyway by the shady man and his partner. After that night, Najwa woke up in a brothel, confused but not alone, for the whole place was full of equally scared children. She was separated from her cousin as they were both sold to different masters in the underground prostitution rink. Her first owner was a middle-aged noble, who was interested in her background as a performer. Najwa was originally very aggressive and defiant, she refused to fulfill any of her ‘master’s’ request. Of course, her disobedience was met with punishment, earning her some scars and cuts across her back and legs, from the lashings she received. Eventually she began to succumb to his desires, but never too willingly. He quickly became fed up with her, and after a couple of months she was resold to one of his companions for practically the same price he bought her.

“Oh~ You never told me about this one,” a visitor ran up to Najwa as she handed her master his chalice. “Looks like a real beauty and still so young, leaves room for potential,” He tugged at a loose strand of her hair, prompting a subtle glare in his direction. “Hm~? Feisty too?”
Her owner snorted and glanced up at his guest, “Feisty’s an understatement. But… you usually enjoy a challenge,” taking a sip from his gaudy cup, “…why don’t I give her to you?”
A smile spreading across the younger noble’s face, “For fre-?”
“At a discount.”

Her new master was younger and also of Tajar nobility, but his collection of servants greatly surpassed her previous owner’s. The young man practically ran his own brothel in his mansion, housing many exotic slaves from all three kingdoms and often hosting parties just to share and show off his collection. The chatter he spewed at Najwa’s previous owner’s house certainly wasn’t a bluff, he was fascinated with her upon her arrival to the house she was dolled up and requested almost immediately. She still remained rather rebellious, but his methods of punishment were different. Along with the usual whippings, he would keep her locked up for a few hours to a week. This method proved to be rather effective on the young girl; after many nights of being caged in and old wounds were reopened he got her to sing for him after a year or so of such treatment. She eventually became one of his favorites and rarely left his property, keeping her for almost five years. She'd expected that gaining his trust would cause him to begin listening to her desire for freedom, but it had the opposite effect and made him hold onto her closer. Najwa’s spirit hadn’t been broken though.

She pushed his hand away as he grabbed her waist, and pulled the blankets over her shoulders, flopping onto the bed.
He snickered and dragged himself out of bed, “Hurry up and get dressed.” Her master walked towards the door and paused in the doorway, “I have to pick up something for my brother’s bash tonight. Don’t’ keep me waiting.”

It hadn't been the first shopping trip or social events she’d accompanied her owner with, originally he kept a close eye on her often taking a guard or another servant along, but he’d begun to give her some more independence since she hadn't tried to escape for a while. Najwa followed behind her master as he wandered around the marketplace. He would pick up a couple trinkets before setting them down and moving to the next shop. Najwa continued to follow behind him, but as they approached a spice cart, she took a break for it. Of course this sprint didn't last long, it was horribly planned and a spur of the moment, and she only made it a couple of yards ducking and diving through the crowd. Her owner quickly caught up to her and snatched her arm, ending her dash; his eyes were practically ablaze with rage and he struck her across the face.

Bracing herself for another slap, she flinched but was surprisingly left unharmed, Najwa looked up, eyes wide with confusion to find her equally perplexed master’s raised arm being held in the tight grip of an unknown elderly man. After much swearing and yelling from her master and futile calm negotiations from the old man, his wife approached Najwa and tried to calm her down. Now, obviously making a scene the young noble backed down and continued glaring over at his slave, demanding for her to come to his side. But she remained put beside the elderly woman’s side, deciding that returning to his mansion wouldn't ever be the same based on the predicament she put herself in. The elderly couple managed to calm her owner down enough to settle on a deal, embarrassed about the predicament Najwa put them in and he ultimately decided that losing one slave wouldn't hurt too much considering the many others he had at home. He sold her for a hefty price, and surprisingly they were able to meet his high demands and Najwa was resold to the old couple.

Three years have passed since the incident at the marketplace, and Najwa was practically adopted as their daughter by the elderly couple. She now resides in Ajayib with the couple and helps run their Incense and Perfume shop, mainly managing the store whenever they leave to restock or work the garden.
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|| Additional Info ||
- If you smell nice she’ll tell you instinctively. Especially if you smell like citrus, she loves citrus fruits.
- Najwa is a very touchy person and enjoys having her personal space. She will only allow you to touch her if she's completely comfortable around you.
- She’s pretty much become a shut-in and spends most of her time on the elderly couple’s property, tending to the shop and garden. She’ll go out to the marketplace to pick up a couple of items occasionally, only when it’s completely necessary.
- She’s too afraid to travel outside of the kingdom again, but honestly wants to explore. However, fear beats curiosity greatly in this case.
- Trying to overcome the fear stated above, and if you have stories of travels or adventures around Ajayib or any of the other kingdoms she’ll definitely listen.
- Najwa's more comfortable around women than men.
- Carries around an emergency poisonous dagger and powder in her scarf, given to her by her guardians whenever she has to runs errands or watch the store by herself. The powder mimics her hybrid form's tentacles defense mechanism, temporarily stunning whoever it comes in contact with.
- She's really bad around flirts and she'll probably ignore you and deny you service. But if you're persistent you'll surely piss her off.
- Najwa has scars and bruises on her legs and upper back from lashings she earned when she was a sex slave. And she’s sensitive about those don’t ask her about it.
- When she was a slave she wasn’t usually allowed to be free and frolic in the water. Hence, the reason Najwa’s human and hybrid form have such different mentalities.
- Najwa likes to sing and dance around the store during slow days when she's alone and when she cleans up the shop. It's a real treat to hear her sing, since she shy to do so even around her adoptive parents.
- She keeps her hair long since it was often cut short during her years as a slave. But she finds it too tedious to wear out and always keeps it tied up in a messy bun or ponytail.
- She's pansexual, but not really looking for a relationship. It'd be safe to say intimacy scares her.
- Najwa has met up with her family after she returned to Ajayib, but it turns out no one’s heard from her cousin since that night. And she ultimately decided to stay with the elderly couple since she owes her freedom to them. Najwa cares deeply for the couple and the shop they run.
- Her views of class are a bit screwed after having lived as a slave herself. She sees commoners, slaves, and merchants as the same. The only class she really looks down on are criminals/outlaws.

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|| Relationships ||
N/A

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Time Taken: Long Time idk
Song Listened to: Army Go by Attack on Titan OST
Art is mine
Najwa is mine
The app and the group are not