| Name: Nisha Mallory
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Born in India, but naturalized American citizen
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Yoga trainer, spiritual coach, tea aficionado/merchant
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Visionary
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| Apparent Age:
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Early 20s
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Nish, Nishi (but mostly just Nisha)
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| Quotes
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"Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are."
Zen Saying
"Each morning, we are born again. What we do today is what matters most."
Attributed to Buddha
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| RP Hooks
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- Nisha is very interested in things like yoga and astronomy. If it has to do with spirituality or the cosmos, she'll be interested! If you're seeking yoga or spiritual instruction, or any kind of fortune telling, she's your girl.
- Nisha was born to gay parents via surrogacy, and has lived half her life in India and half in America, chiefly Pennsylvania.
- Nisha is a Channeler, among other things. If you want to feed me interesting information, I'd be much obliged!
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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There are some people who go through the world clad in sensible, austere grays and blacks. They're accountants, lawyers, politicians - maybe even ninjas. The young woman you see now is not one of those people. Long brown hair, made golden in parts by the sun, is pulled back from her face in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, curling in long, lustrous tendrils that are adorned with a rhinestoned barrette in the shape of a butterfly. Her pretty face is made memorable by lambent, warm eyes the color of rich coffee, fringed by long, dark lashes, edged in just the hint of smoky kohl. Her skin has a dusky quality, evincing a heritage not entirely European. Lush lips, given to smiles, are glossed with a tinted beeswax balm. She wears no other cosmetics. Her minimalism, however, doesn't carry to her sense of fashion. Beaded chandelier earrings and delicate bangle bracelets provide their own tinkling melody as she moves, gracefully, and an eclectic assortment of rings adorn each finger. A colorful kaftan blouse, printed with a lavender pattern and offset by a v-shaped decoration of intricately-affixed gold and magenta beads, slips from one supple shoulder, blousing airily over a pair of form-fitting white yoga pants. A pair of Tieks ballet flats protect her feet, and are truly about the only non-colorful thing about her. They're just white to match her pants. The look is artful and Bohemian rather than garish, and her sunny mien enables her to carry it off with elan. She seems, most often, a happy person, prone to laughter, and speaks in a voice that bears a faint accent of the Indian continent. If standing close to her, the scent of cinnamon mingled with sandalwood is perceptible.
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| Playlist
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| Allies and Contacts
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Bill
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Name
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Fate. I will follow you into the dark.
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Sun. If there's a kinder, gentler soul I haven't met them yet.
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Insert another witty remark. Last bit of wittyness.
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