Name: Aidiya
Nickname: Secret Keeper
Pomme de Sang of Vince D'Mercanti
Celeb: Gemma Ward
Height: 5’7”
Hair: The color of spun sunshine
Eyes: Mossy green surrounding amber ringed irises

History:
I am Aidiya. But my name doesn't even begin to tell you my story. For I am Sidhe and our stories are long and as varied as our natures. 
I am of the Seelie Court and have lived as member of that court for more years than I care to recount. And yet my very nature leaves me somewhat apart from my own kind. You see, I am the Secret Keeper. I may not be the only one but I can tell you it has been more than 700 years since I met another of my kind. We are few and far between, perhaps because even our own kind can be so terribly discomfited by us.

I wonder, sometimes, what my mother thought when she looked down at me and saw the mark of the burden I would carry. Did she despair to see my lot in life so unalterably cast? Or did she simply accept it as the will of the Goddess and carry on with the task of raising me? Either way, I was as happy and cherished as any child of the Sidhe. And I don't remember having any idea of what I would become until my hands of power manifested in the usual course of time. And then my life changed.

Oh, it was not immediate. I didn't wake up the next morning and have people racing away from me. Indeed, even now people don't do such things. I tend to make people uncomfortable, not terrified. Such is the nature of how people see my gift. My burden. My curse, perhaps. Everyone views it as something different. I see it simply as my task. My calling. To take on the burden of another. To clear their memories and remove their pain. And to carry all of that for them. There have been times when I wonder why I was called to do such but the Goddess has her reasons and they are not mine to question. So I follow my path, which has led me throughout the world and all its varied people. And now leads me here, to Mount Olympus. Returning to the glittering throng. The Seelie Court.

I am no stranger to the intrigues and intricate dances of the Court but I remain somewhat apart from them. I am neither cutthroat angler nor pursed lip pawn. I do not lie awake at nights planning how I will rise to that next rung. That new position. My path places me outside such petty intrigues and endless manipulations. Nor do I hold others - be they Unseelie, lesser fae, or mortals - in the same kind of condescending contempt that so many of my kind do. I walk amongst all and seek to help any who wish my aid.

I hold so many memories that are not my own, I sometimes wonder that I can keep them all. They fade, somewhat, over the long and steady march of time but they are constantly replaced with new ones. I always carry with me memories that range from sheer blind screaming terror to the most delicately painful bliss of remembrance. I keep and carry what others wish not to carry. The burden they cannot bring themselves to continue to carry. For it is rare indeed that anyone asks me to take the happy, joyful memories from them. I am, as a result, somewhat introspective and find knowledge in listening more and speaking less. And in always... always... observing what goes on about me.

Some say that I am empathic. Others simply call me curious. Still others would just call me nosy.

But I am Sidhe. And that trumps all else. For above all, we are true to our natures.

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Major Hands of Power

Hand of Stolen Memories: 

The ability to selectively remove certain memories from another. While mostly used in an effort to rid someone of things they’d rather forget, there is always the possibility of stealing that which is most precious to another. The memories can also be returned to the original holder of the memories should it be needed or desired. If stealing a memory rather than taking one that the holder desires gone, it takes more effort and there is the slim possibility that the holder of the memory could fight to hold it.

Hand of Heart Strings:

The ability to feel and play with the emotions of another. Anything from the simple stirring of feelings to wrenching them out in a visible display. In the process, she absorbs some of what manifests and will be appropriately affected to varying degrees.

Minor Gifts/Spells

Silent Plea:

The ability to sense distress or the need of aid in to whom she is close to even over a great distance. She can also sense such feelings in strangers but she has to be within a closer proximity.

Peaceful Slumber:

The ability to soothe and calm the mind and body so the person can truly rest, lulling one into drowsiness. This also allows her to shield a person from waking due to external circumstances.

Sweet Dreams:

While Aidiya cannot control dreams, she can soothe and ease a nightmare into more pleasant dreams to ensure a peaceful rest. She does not see the dream or truly control it, just soothes the mind of the dreamer so they turn their own dreams to more peaceful things.

Fuzzy Logic:

The ability to cloud the mind and leave a person disoriented or unsure of what just occurred. This is a temporary condition that will wear off leaving only the effects of a mild hangover but the person it is used on will not know it was Aidiya who did it.

If you have interest in having used Aidiya’s services in the past or wish to seek them for future play, please drop me a line in my mailroom.