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.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Jack stared at her before folding his arms on the table and dropping his head on them “I don’t know what he likes, I’ve not been around long enough and he’s been away so I can’t ask,” he said with a slight grumble.
“Do not fret, mon cheri,” Nijah smiled. She excused herself for a minute to the bar and asked for a bottle of vodka and two clean glasses. When she returned, she filled the glasses, pushed one in front of Jack, tilted her head and scratched the side of her cheekbone thoughtfully: “what about those items around his room. What did you notice? Were there filled with books? Pictures? Some instruments that you have no idea what they are?”