Naomi's first memory was of terrible pain and nameless sensations, a primal need to drag herself out of the fetid pool of bubbling alchemical compounds which yet changed her, and an all-consuming fear when she properly took stock of her surroundings and saw the misshapen corpse where she'd been just minutes before.
Her first day was spent fleeing the solitary, wizardly tower without looking back, coming to grips with her warped body and desperate situation an hour later, and finally taking sustenance from an unlucky scorpion caught in a trap as the stars cast silent judgement.
She came into the world with a half-melted labcoat, a half-melted magnifying glass in the surviving pocket, a phobia of alchemy and a few months of half-remembered nightmares from a far-off past life...or a far-off plane beyond understanding. But that was many years ago, of course, even if she still occasionally hears unknowable whispers.
Since then, Naomi has gotten her bearings and forged many things. A name, clothes with which to obscure her body, a wandering life performing medical maintenance on others just as she regularly must on herself. The start of fledgling faith found her, however, and the stories of Desna which touched her heart were ultimately what inspired her to travel to the enchanting New World she heard of.
There, she seeks a hub of many kinds of people, a place where her medical skills and keen mind might be of help -- perhaps even a place that won't mind her form much. Some sort of stability for a timid woman unsure of how long she has left, or what her denouement could be.