Aya is a strange woman, introverted while somehow managing to not seem shy. She carries herself with precision and pride as if each and every breath she takes is a test. Bizzare tattoos cover one side of her face and down that corresponding arm even going so far as to wrap around carefully trimmed and shaped nails. Waist length hair is kept back in an elaborate braid woven with white ribbon and two small silver bells. Sound, touch and scent are her world and as such her world is a far more beautiful place, even at it's darkest. She seemed to walk into town from no where, and if asked she will tell you that is where she is from.
Often times she can be seen petting a large blue-black raven and feeding it bits of meat from her meals. Other times she seems annoyed with the bird shooing it away from her with her white ash staff.
Height: 5' Eyes: Pale blue Hair: Black Skin: Fair Appearance: Aya is usually dressed in the purest of white...provided she can keep it that way. Her clothes are always loose fitting, either tied, or pinned in various places with silvery pins. As unfit for travel as her thin, wispy clothes may appear, beneath the wrapped ensemble she wears close fitting white or pale grey leather and boots of the same color. Her bags are as black as pitch, one of them a large single strapped backpack and the other is more like a belt that ties to her waist with several smaller pouches.
SOMETHING NO ONE KNOWS: Aya suffers from amnesia, she will occassionally have nightmares but other than that has no recollection of anything beyond waking up here.
