Shiva was born within Sutica. Her mother, Ellinadrei, was a fighter within the Huntsmen guild and her father was a half high elven bard. Shiva has only heard tales of her father , mainly negative, because when she was born her father simply left on a ship, presuming he continued his barding career. She was primarily raised by her mother and from time to time a distant relative would visit. Ellinadrei raised Shiva with the common Wood Elven religion, the wild path, which was a bit awkward within Sutica. Kwakwani and Nemglan were Mani she often prayed to despite her mother urging her to make prayers to Bolomarmaa, a Mani that guided Ellinadrei in her darkest moments. Ellinadrei was a strict mother and instilled a good work ethic within Shiva, however, this harshness did not come with that much nurturing or kindness. Shiva has spent most of her life being under the thumb of her mother pushing her to follow her path, however, Shiva simply wanted to create. Whether that is painting, carving, or even writing songs. Her mother disapproved and often hid her tools or even burned them. Her mother even went as far as pushing her into an apprenticeship to study combat, however, she was often ridiculed by her lack of physical prowess by the other apprentice which led her to push herself more and more until she broke her arm in a sparring ‘accident’. After the accident, Ellinadrei stopped pushing her and let Shiva create again. Because of this Shiva got the sense that her mother was ashamed of her. Over the years Shiva developed an almost debilitating self doubt. It came to the point where she could not create anything without throwing it away herself. Shiva took up small jobs within the port and from time to time sails with a few trade ships. When she sails she often still sings the prayer to the Mani Kwakwani wishing she could embody a fraction of what the goddess represents.
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As Shiva looked around this beautiful city she felt small, a feeling she is plagued with often. It took a lot of courage to get on this boat and it seems it's gonna take a lot more to get off. It felt so real now. New opportunities and a path of her own. Something she dreamt about since she was a child. The bells of the ships arrival brought her out of her stupor as people whizzed passed her to get off the boat. After a moments delay she followed still taking in the beauty of the city. She almost jumped when a well dressed man almost appeared in front of her. As he spoke she looked behind her. ‘He couldn’t be talk to me...right?’ she thought trying to see if anyone else seemed to recognize this man. “Uh sir, thank you...”Shiva started out weakly before clearing her throat, “I’m here to learn sir. I wish to become an apprentice of an alchemist and I heard there was someone here looking for just that.” It felt weird to tell a complete stranger her current goal, mainly because it felt like a lie even though it was her true intent. “I simply wish to serve a purpose....” she started up again and was about to finish her sentence when she realized how sad that sounded, “A higher one... Not to say that I don’t have a purpose or that my purpose is not good enough...” Shiva began to nervously ramble until she noticed some of the people passing were giggling. “Ah...Uh... Thank you for the kind welcome.” She wrapped up her statement before giving an embarrassed smile and rushing past him.
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