Name: Naioma Petaldon
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: [Naioma](http://imgur.com/HpiXaiU "enter image title here")
Magic Branch: Shadow Branch
Backstory: With a family like Naioma's ....it was a good thing she was taken from school as a child. It's highly doubtful that her parents missed her all that much, both strung out on several different things all at once. Infact, her parents didn't even realize she was missing for a day or two, before they started telling their friends she'd run away. It became an easier way of life for them, both wasting away since they didn't need to buy food for someone anymore.
Naioma's life instantly became better, and special, when she was taken. They told her that she would become special, that she'd understand more in a few years when she was older. All she could figure was that someone had heard her talking one night, "praying" as it were, and decided to do something for her. She honestly didn't know why she was special. That was until they were in the SWH compound that first night, walking through the halls to the crystal chamber. Before she saw it, she almost felt it, as a prickle up her spine. The adults hadn't seemed to notice anything, but then and again they saw the crystal day in and day out. They probably thought nothing of it any more. The only trouble had come when she went to touch it.
Before her hand even touched the smooth sides, darkness connected her hand with it. It was an almost overpowering surge, touching the crystal making her palm ache at the same time that it woke up something inside of her. The unleashing took only a few seconds, though it seemed like ages, and when she was able to step away she was breathing hard. She could see shadows everywhere, the dark much more welcoming than the harsh lights that were over head. The adults were happy with the out come, though, so she was happy too. The next day they started training, and it all went up hill from there.
The past eighteen years of her life were spent training in the SWH, becoming better at her Shadow Magic. It was almost too easy sometimes, calling in the darkness, pulling it into form. Her body became hardened, her eyes a little deader each year. On her twenty first birthday she got her first full mission, killing one of the MEF trainers before he went back to their compound.
*WIP*