Citra has lived over a hundred lives in her endless cycle of death and rebirth and like other members of her race, she has select memories from those past existences. However, unlike other Samsarans, that generally have more good memories then bad, Citra remembers each of her past deaths in glorious vivid detail. On examination of these memories, a pattern begins to emerge that each death was of an accidental nature. No violent endings, no peaceful slipping away from old age or disease, just mishap after mishap. Only one conclusion can be garnered from such an extensive pool of information: Zyphus, God of Accidental Deaths, Lord of Tragic Pratfalls, has a personal grudge against Citra and won't be satisfied until he breaks her cycle of lives.
This 'certain' realization of divine malice has nearly consumed Citra's sanity for this trip round Golarion. She has made it her life's work to figure out Zyphus' game-plan and thwart it before he claims her once again. In her crusade against senseless death, Citra has studied the magical science of prediction in the great schools of Nex and Absalom, become lost for weeks at a time between the stacks of Golarion's grandest libraries, and once spent over a year secretly spying on one of Zyphus' rare disciples. As of yet, she hasn't come up with a fool-proof solution for her predicament and every second without one is a second that Zyphus can plot her demise.
To combat her lack of a final solution, Citra has made a habit of collecting and using every superstitious tradition and item she has come across to ward off bad luck and Zyphus' attention. She can't cross a threshold, walk up or down stairs, or even eat a meal without completing a half-dozen inane rituals or pulling out several charms. Due to these strange practices, wherever she travels she quickly gains the reputation as 'that woman, you know the one, crazy in the head, poor dear'.
Citra's recent search for answers has brought her to the small town of Trunau, a place where the calculated risk of death by a violent nature is statistically higher by several magnitudes then any other form of death. She has temporarily settled here while she searches for an answer, whatever shape or form it might take.
