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Slim and toned, Reheme is not shy about flaunting her natural beauty. She moves gracefully no matter the situation and her smile has won her more suitors than she cares to admit. She wears fine silk in an extremely revealing fashion around her smaller than average frame, a reminder of the privilege she came from and the trophy she was made into. That being said, it is still comfortable for her. She tends to overheat if she wears normal clothing. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, very unusual given her Osirian skin and facial structure, but the contrast they give is pleasant and not harsh. She wears her long black hair in a tight braid that when she's not careful, can whip at someone if she turns around suddenly. She walks on the balls of her feet, subconsciously propelling herself to further action.

Reheme knows there is suffering in the world, and she puts on an optimistic air in spite of that. More accurately to spite it. Evil must first be given opportunity to be good, and failing that, burnt to ashes. Reheme has never seen combat, and she's grateful for that every day, but she knows the world is dangerous, and she always makes sure to have a way to defend herself. She often thinks in the context of how her teachers and parental figures at the temple would see her actions, though she ignores what the twins would have said. Reheme does her best to be happy every day, finding one or two things that give her joy and focusing on those, not the thousands of little hiccups or inconveniences she may face on any given day.

Likes:

• Warm and sunny days.
  
• Dancing.
  
• Smiles, both hers and other people's.
  
• Fire.
  
• Knowing she's helped someone.
  
• Reading.
  
• Meeting new people.
  

Dislikes:

• Alcoholism and Pesh. (Too many lives ruined, not enough influence to fix it.)
  
• Wet days.
  
• Oozes (Though she hasn't seen any she's heard of them.)
  
• Imprisonment, literal or figurative. (She's had quite enough of that.
  
• Sailing (mild seasickness comes easily to her, not enough to puke, but enough to make a trip miserable.)
  
• Evil (duh)
  
• Lechers (Working with the addicted and impovershed has exposed her to some less than chivalrous characters.
  

Reheme wasn't born on Golarion. She was born in Nirvana, in High Ninshabur. Her "father" was an Osirion Paladin of Sarenrae who journeyed there to seek enlightenment. He'd sworn himself to chastity so as not be distracted from Her radiance, and yet one day he found a baby girl on his doorstep. She was swaddled in luminescent cloths, bound together by a pin shaped like the sun. Considering his unusual locale, he assumed, quite rightly in this case, he'd been gifted by Sarenrae herself with a daughter he could never have, born from his love for Her. She even looked Osirian.

It didn't take long for Reheme's father to realize his mission could not be distracted by the burdens of father hood. He'd come to love his daughter in the short time they were together, but if he were to serve the Dawnflower really and truly, he could not raise the child. He returned to Osirion and used his clout as a paladin and planar journeyer to establish a network of care for his daughter in his old village. He himself returned to Nirvana to continue his search for enlightenment. He loved his daughter, and kept regular contact to ensure her well being.

Sarenrae's temple in Sothis, capital of Osirion, is grand. Originally a Qadiri-Keleshite palace, the white and gold temple has been around for a very long time. When Reheme was brought there by her father's village's elder, she was still an infant, and when the clergy was informed of the nature of her deliverance by her father, they had no choice nor any opposition to raise her as a child of the temple. Reheme's apparent heritage was a useful tool for the temple to bring in worshipers. Because of the publicity a daughter of Sarenrae brought to the temple, Reheme was raised believing she actually was Sarenrae's daughter.

When Reheme reached adolescence, she began taking walks around the city and its outskirts. She saw people both wealthy and poor, healthy and sick. She wanted desperately to help those forgotten by society, so she learned medicine and healthcare from the temple. She wanted to do more, but had no way to. She knew the clergy could work healing magic, but she had no spellcasting power of her own. She prayed to her mother at the next dawn for the gift to heal as the clerics do.

Her prayers were answered.

At noon that same day, as she sat in the temple garden practicing a dance she'd seen a Varisian woman perform in the market earlier, a woman walked quietly in. When Reheme noticed her, she was in awe of her beauty. Perfect skin, a strong form, incredibly beautiful armor, and the kindest smile she'd ever seen. The woman asked in a voice that sounded like love and fury, benevolence and war, what Reheme wanted to do with her life. She bore a scarab upon her shoulder, the symbol of rebirth. Reheme answered immediately that she wanted to heal, like the clerics do. She wanted to help people, all people, and help them to walk the light. The woman promised her that her wish would be granted, and more. The woman walked to Reheme, took her face in her hands, and kissed her upon the forehead.

The radiant joy Reheme felt was unequaled. Her soul burned with passion, her skin was warm, hot even, but she felt no pain. Her hair flashed with the colors of the sun, and her breath's heat rivaled that of a Great Brass Wyrm. She heard choirs singing, but her temple had no choir. She smelled something unfamiliar, but light and sweet. Her mouth filled with the taste of ambrosia. Her very blood itself had been awakened, previously imprisoned for fear of harming those around her. All she could do then was laugh with euphoria.

Reheme awoke a few hours later. The whole garden was burned to a crisp, and the sandy ground underneath her had turned to glass. The stone walls around her had cracked from the heat. The woman was gone but a priestess bent over her, checking to see if she was unharmed. Magics shimmered around her, protecting her from the heat that still permeated the area.

Reheme smiled at the priest, assured her she was fine, and blacked out again.

Unfortunately, not as fine as she would have liked. When she awoke, she felt like something was off. As she got herself out of bed, she realized she didn't hear the cloth of her sheets moving. She touched her ears, and they felt fine, but the sound was gone from the world. She wished them to be better, and something incredible happened. Her hands began to glow with warm yellow light. It was clearly magical, and though it did nothing to restore her hearing, she knew she'd been blessed by her mother, and she would adapt.

When Mkhai and Nebt-Sheni came to lead the church, Reheme wasn't too fond of them. Their manner of proselytizing was... subversive, in a way. They did not proclaim the benevolence and compassion of Sarenrae, but tried to scare people with the punishments they would receive if they did not listen. Their way was cruel, and harsh. Reheme didn't need to hear them to see the fear in the convent's faces, nor the rage and cold judgment on the twins'. Reheme tried to reach out to them, to convince them otherwise, but they were not born to this temple, they had come from another, and so they ignored her. That is to say, they ignored her pleas, but not her influence. They used her as none of their predecessors had, blatantly and relentlessly. They hyped up her image, and forced her to accompany them when they did work outside of the temple.

Eventually, to control her, they allowed her fewer and fewer freedoms, citing her deafness as a reason to "protect her," and as much as she hated it, she could not go against the temple that had raised her. At first, it was small things, like fewer walks, and earlier curfews. Eventually they didn't let her off the grounds at all, and coerced her into giving sermons that left a bad taste in her mouth.

She was not the only one to dislike the twins' attitude. Another priest, and a dear friend to Reheme devised a plan to help Reheme escape. A trader he knew could smuggle her out of the city, and bring her to Absalom, where she could do good work and be free from the twins' control. Reheme wanted nothing more than to be free again, so she nodded as eagerly as she could to his offer. After he left she gathered everything she'd need. She was surprised to find how much equipment she'd acquired over the years. It only served to prove her escape was a long time coming.

That night, her friend came to her with a sack, and told her to climb into it. She laughed hysterically, the sound of which has not been marred by her loss of hearing, signing that the bag was far too small to fit her. He proved her wrong by opening it, placing on the floor, and submerging half his body into it. Reheme was confused, but not willing to waste any more time. She climbed in, gear and all, and the priest cinched it almost completely closed, leaving a small opening for air. He carried Reheme to the trader who placed the bag inside the cargo hold of his ship. Her friend signed to her to wait until she could see light through the cracks in the roof to come out.

She did as she was told and the next day sailed from Osirion along Garund's coast and then, to Absalom. She paid the man generously as thanks for his assistance. She is now left to her own wits and skill in a metropolis that could very well take everything she has left from her. She is alone for the first time in her life, and her different clothes and obvious displacement mark her for a foreigner, and one many would kill to get their hands on.