Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
Avicus' fledgling.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Park || Para RP || Open
Nijah sit alone on the wooden bench in the park. Her hands were tucked inside her long navy blue pocket. Her waist length hair, slightly untidy, hung loosely over her shoulder. Her legs stretched out and crossed. It was way past midnight. There was no one around but darkness and thick fog drifting between the trees.
She looked up and stared at the velvet sky above. There was no moon again tonight. But strangely, it suited her mood well.
An owl zoomed past her, disturbing the silence.
Nijah stared at the disappearing bird. Slowly, a small flew to the corner of her mouth.
She started to hum.