The Catholic Church, over time, has nominated a great number of saints. I don't know how they recruited them as most of them came to a Very Bad End.
In any event, there was a widely-acknowledged St. Nina. Piecing together - or rather trying to piece together her story, I ran across a variety of sources? Opinions? Oral reports handed down? and finally settled for the following.
Born 296 AD; died 335 AD, age 39, in Georgia or ancient Iberia. She came there from Cappadocia only to die of torture and beheading with 50 other virgins. What her and the other 50's offense had been wasn't included in any of this. Tyrannius Rufinus was the King who ordered the slaughter.
The Queen readily accepted Christianity, but not until a situation appeared (dark fell rapidly and the King's hunting party was thrust into darkness) and, in his case he thought he was blind. So he decided to pray to Nina's God - viola! Light immediately followed by his conversion.
None of this was what I would call conclusive evidence, but for gentle amusement Google "Saint (your name)" and see what pops up.
I only know about St. Nina because Michelle told me that there was one. When I finally quit laughing, she sternly admonished me saying rather haughtily, "In France we celebrate our saint's day more than our own birthdays." I started marking my yearly candle on September 29th and have congratulated her every year since.
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