Adventuring through twisted time.
Rana was a pretty ordinary child, born to a sailor's family and raised along the port. there was a superstition in ye olde days about women or children on vessels that were deeply frowned upon and considered an ill omen. Rana and her father knew this and when he was taking pay to ferry people along the coast or upriver he reluctantly left her at home or in port with one of a few trusted friends. He noticed early on that his little girl seemed to always guess what to pack for weather on the trips. She'd caution him to take more buckets before surprise freak, out-of-season storms, or would chase after him at 6 or 7 with a wide-brim hat warning him of sunburn when the other sailors blistered under cloudy skies.
Her father took note of this and took more and more risk, sneaking her into the vessels for help or reliance on her lucky hunches. this worked well and he quickly became one of the more reliable sailors in the region heeding her hunches. once a day on the sea her father took a charge from a strange old seer that asked for passage south to a lesser traveled region. Rana's father asked her if she felt anything about the trip and she shrugged and mentioned it was oddly empty compared to most trips. On this trip, it was far from empty. the journey was riddled with freak snow, terrible squalls and waves threatening to bash the small sailing ship in half. Along this trip, the seer discovered the child and grew enraged. furious with her father's trickery he stormed off the ship at his stop and cursed her father, and his name and his line and more importantly he cast a curse upon the child and her incessant misfortune making the trip so miserable.
The whole trip back rained and stormed and howled along the sea and Rana fell ill and feverish through the whole trip. Her father nearly lost the ship or his life several times. Upon returning home he forbade her from sailing with him anymore and she grew and developed mostly as any other girl. she grew deathly fearful of storms and rain, even running water made her pause and sometimes gaze off in manic loss. She felt pain incredibly strongly but seemed to recover quite quickly, and her hunches of weather only grew stronger, in a way that she could predict within minutes and even catch glimpses or visions of the storm and its severity. She reached maturity in a normal life doing chores around the house for her father dreaming of courting someone she'd never meet. However, once Rana reached adulthood the curse finally took root and seared its way to her bones in a way she'd never imagined, every moment of her life was spent rapidly healing away any loss of growth or dying skin, keeping her beautiful and young but forever in agony. cuts and scrapes were momentary damage and scars for weeks or months at most but the pain at the time was like the world ending every time she was hurt. this was her life, the burden of the sailors' unfortunate child. Cursed to stay painfully ageless and beautiful as her father grew old and ill and died and the times changed and people grew and the world evolved, but never evolved so much to make her feel at home or at ease.