Panya/profile

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## Personality

+ Charming, clever, dreamy, honest, patient

? Perfectionist, idiosyncratic, undemanding, whimsical

- Dissolute, foolish, mawkish, tactless

## Background

Born and raised on an Irish farm, Panya was graced with two loving mothers who were thankful to have her. A rather sickly child at first, she was often fussed over and doted upon until she was able to get a bit healthier. By the lucky age of seven, Panya was a very helpful extra set of hands around the farm, taking it upon herself to feed the livestock, collect the eggs, and play with the herding dogs while one of her mothers took care of the harder work. The routine was fairly normal, starting with helping around the farm and continuing to homeschooling with her other mother to ending with a lively dinner cooked as a family. The year was plentiful, the harvest was great, there was much to go around and lots to share until the day before Panya's 8th birthday.

What warnings had been passed down to the child, hushed whispers of trickster fairies and stories to keep a small child from exploring, had not been enough. Panya doesn't remember what it was that drew her outside that night -- perhaps she'd heard one of the dogs whining, maybe there was a weird noise from the chicken coop, but what she ended up finding on her quest to protect was instead a ring of mushrooms, glowing ever so slight.

Panya stepped inside of them.

There was a great punishment for this. When one of her mothers rushed out at the ensuing cacophony of noise, she witnessed something a mother never would want to. The sudden stress of seeing her child having been mutilated sent her into a sudden cardiac arrest -- by the time her other mother had been able to hail an ambulance, Panya had no hope of ever recovering her left eye or one of her parents.

Grief takes so much from a person,

but as Panya grew older, she felt she gained from it. There was a funeral, names and faces she'd never see again. The chickens began to die, the other livestock neglected, as her remaining parent struggled through every day. Her grandparents visited, strangers who she had never met, begging her to sell the farm and come back home.

Panya learned to handle dead livestock. It stopped bothering her, touching the dead things, but, when it came to holding her mother's hand in the airport? She felt filthy, she screamed, she simply could not handle it.

She continued her schooling in a private school, living with her grandparents. In the end, her mother refused to sell the farm; it had been the couple's dream to do this, they had gotten so far. And Panya didn't mind, there was always visiting after all. Here in New York, she could socialize more and even keep a little garden and take care of the plants like she had never had the opportunity to back on the farm. She took up an interest in Mycology, an underlying obsession plaguing her everyday life of the interaction with the fairy ring. It was always circles, she had to continue to see these circles through. The repetition never bothered her. There's life, and death, and life from death, and it's a circle she could not stop going around in.

## Trivia

* Missing one eye
* Has central heterochromia
* Haphephobic

## Quotes

* > "*Say Something Here*"
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