Omylia was a young human born into the city of Kingdom of Providence she was born into a noble family. Her parents adored her but Omylia did not love the noble life. Omylia, in fear of her future being controlled by others, had fled onto a boat. The ship crashed mid way to the farthest island, she floated on driftwood to shore, the trama struck her head and rid her of her memories. She now travels looking around trying to remember who she once was.
Skills:
Art/Drawing/painting
Sewing and crafting clothing
writting
tarot reading



“Ah..um.” She gently rubs her upper wrist. “I am here..to perhaps make a new life?” she gives the man an awkward smile before her somewhat forced composure falls. She took in a sharp breath before she spoke once more.
“I am here to find some work. I am also here to find some friends, or people I might be able to help.”

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