Nasella was born within the limits of Elvenesse, her mother not being present after birth. She passed giving birth as a result of deviancy and pain, and ever since- Nasella's father has always been the one to take care of her in tough situations. He taught her how to swing her first pickaxe when she was only aged 4 years old, and brought her to come work with him so they could keep a steady home and have beds to sleep in.
Nasella has always been a lady of style, a form of fashion around her has always been important, as she got her first proper outfit when she turned 11. Her father had saved up for a very long time, in order to buy her a hand tailored dress. It was for one of the events happening in Elvenesse a rather long time ago - She then got it re-fitted around 15, and till the day today it still fits on her body, although as of current it's a bit too short for her.
She turned 18 rather later, finally on the lookout for a home of her own, her father turning just about 80 as she decided to finally move out and fund a living for herself. Her father passed away a few months after she managed to get a house, and little did she know that all his belongings would be hers. She gained a rather big fortune from him, without her noticing, she also had a lot of gained work knowledge as he had written down every trick of his in a small journal that she received. In which she hadn't read until starting to notice new jobs around the area of her living.
Her faith of nature became a receival of grace upon her fathers death, as it gave her new hope to keep moving on with her ever luckily given life. Knowing her mother was very lucky to even become pregnant bearing Nasella, she prays to ancestors from all over, to bear one herself when she finds the right man to fulfill her destiny of having a child.
Nasella now lives at her house, a living paid off by mining and the money her father left her. She makes her own dresses with fabric from her old clothes that no longer fit, and is trying to get a better fortune for her- hopefully- aftercomers. She tries to be as polite as possible around new people, but gives of a rather foolish vibe in her surroundings.
She stopped walking, a gaze fell upon the gentleman with her golden eyes, as she gave a warmed smile back. Her posture seemed tiring, and she seemed ready for a rest. "Ah! I'm here to find a place to buy more stuff for my job! Do you happen to know any stalls bearing gifts of a miner's adventures?" She asked, a rough shyness across her tone of voice.
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