“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

|Name|


Iyla Radia Noor

|Nickname|


Lala, Illy, or Light

|Role|


Archer Four


|Age|


Twenty-Five (Four Hundred Ninety Five)


|Sexuality|


Heterosexual

|Fears|

Angrophobia - Fear of anger or of becoming angry
Lockiophobia - Fear of childbirth
Chiraptophobia - Fear of being touched (Anywhere below the chest)

|Aspirations|

Iyla adores children, seeing them as pure gifts. She wants one of her own and it is the main reason, she is so attached to her charges.

|Secrets|

Iyla was brutally raped as a human and was impregnated. She died during childbirth.

|Personality|
In life, Iyla was naturally a nurturing soul. She was the one to see a light at the end of every tunnel and a silver lining in every dark cloud. She had a big heart that was filled with kindness, love, and patience. Not only was she a motherly figure, but she was a leader, during her time, despite her gender. People looked up to her and respected her as a woman of virtue and responsibility. Iyla, the epitome of morality and light.
Now, after living on the Earth for over four centuries, Iyla has matured in a fashion that is nearly borderline ancient. She has embraced the meaning of class and elegance. She has learned to channel her motherly instinct into her charges, watching over them like a mother should. She is the poise matriarch with a good head on her shoulders and an intelligence that is to be admired. However, she is a no nonsense woman, demanding the respect that she personally believes she's entitled to. Iyla has mastered the art of rational thinking and distinguishing balance. In short, she is a woman that has evolved, flourishing into something more than just a Hindu priestess. Tragically, Iyla gets attached to her charges and is constantly forced to watch them wither away and die. It kills her a little, for she loves them as if they were her own. She cannot help but feel responsible for their lack of love and she blames herself every time.

|History|
Iyla was born and bred under the influence of the Hindu faith. Her mother and father were lone pensants, drowning in debt and sin. They struggled to make ends meet and as recompense, gave their only child to the temple so they could be forgiven and start anew. After that, Iyla was raised to become a symbol of virtue and spirituality. Years passed and when she turned sixteen, she flourished into her beauty. Men lusted after her, but she kept her body untouched, for she was practicing salabusy. She was a model priestess; following the will of the gods, making the necessary sacrifice, praying daily. However, her world fell apart when she hit the age of eighteen.
She was in the midst of her priestess duties, preaching the word of the gods to one of her students, Ahmaad--a sixteen year old boy with a carnal attraction to her, to which she was complete oblivious to. It was during this lesson that the boy struck; overpowering her, tainting her, and disgracing her body. She was brutally assaulted, sexually and beaten in the process.
Shattered, Iyla curled into herself and prayed for the gods to forgive her and Ahmaad. She hid her sin from the temple, behaving as if she were still the perfect loyal subject to the gods. However, her sin was growing, not only morally, but also from within. She was pregnant. Iyla stayed silent until her growing belly gave her away. The temple was outraged, casting her out and shunning her completely. They labeled her a whore despite her pleas and prayers. In the beginning, she detested the child, seeing it as a reminder of her sin, but as time passed, she grew attached to the idea of a baby being cradled in her arms.
Unfortunately when the time came to conceive, Iyla struggled. It was agonizing; her screams were like knives--piercing--as she pushed harder. After hours of labor and a lot of blood loss, Iyla gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She named her Leena, meaning devoted, for she would devote her life to being the best mother she could be. Despite the fact that the child was a product of rape, Iyla still saw her as her own and loved her regardless. As she held her first born child in her arms and weakly smile, sweat dripping from her brow, Iyla slowly began to drift out of the world...her body suddenly felt light as did her head and the shack was flickering in and out of focus. She tried to breath, but there was weight on her chest. She blinked, her eyelids weighing a ton as she watched a figure come into view. It was the form of a man shroud in a cyclone of smoke. He was massive, standing erect as he leered down at her dying form. Stunned, Iyla blinked once more, but he was gone. No trace of what once stood before her. She died soon after her first encounter with Claude.
She gasped, catching her breath as she bolted from the her perch, in shock. She looked up, breathing heavily, frantically mumbling in Hindi as her eyes landed on a pale man standing before her with his posture erect and poised. It was the beginning of her rebirth and with Claude's help, it was her shot at a second chance. Cupid taught her the Archers ways, but Claude taught her how to reason, speak English, carry herself like a lady should. She admired him and looked up to him like a younger sister would her elder brother. He was her mentor. However, there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her beloved Leena. She's never be able to watch her take her first steps, speak her first words, find her first love...as she grew stronger, her heart became heavier. She focused her misplaced love and motherhood into her charges, adoring them as if they were her own.

|Birthday|

October 20, 1598

|Place of Origin|

Delhi, India

|Theme Song|

A Mother's Prayer||Celine Dion

I pray you'll be my eyes
And watch her where she goes
And help her to be wise
Help me to let go

Every mother's prayer
Every child knows
Lead her to a place
Guide her with your grace
To a place where she'll be safe

I pray she finds your light
And holds it in her heart
As darkness falls each night
Remind her where you are

Every mother's prayer
Every child knows
Need to find a place
Guide her to a place
Give her faith so she'll be safe

Lead her to a place
Guide her with your grace
To a place where she'll be safe

|Miscellaneous|

~Due to Claude's mentoring, Iyla has learned to speak English. Because of Claude, she has developed a rather thick British accent and adopted a few of his mannerisms

~Her heart aches when she sees a little girl, for it forces her to yearn for the daughter she could never have

~Claude is the only person that addresses her by her first name

|Cupid Form|