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Appearance: Soharaa is lightly tanned in skin color unlike most of her fellow Myrians. Although her skin can still survive the heat of Taloba, her skin color can turn red if she is under a great deal of stress. Also unlike her Myrian tribesman, Soharaa's hair is the same shade of a golden sun. Her eyes are very blue and have an intimidating look towards them. Although she is not good with intimidation, some men shake in their boots whenever she stares at them with her fierce pupils.
Soharaa has a tiger eye tattoo on her forehead, which also adds fire to her intimidating glares. On her back is a tattoo of Myri's crown, which she wears more proudly then her Tiger-Eyed clan's symbol. On Soharaa's right shoulder, however, is the symbol she is the most proudest to bear. That symbol is Myri's Gnosis mark, the first of many that she wishes to receive.
Her body is the shape of an hourglass with beautiful busts that outstretch on her chess. She doesn't pay much attention to her figure, but she is told by many men who wish to suffer a kick to the groin that she has a wonderful rear end. Her arms are small but show a few muscles near her biceps. Soharaa considers herself the image of a perfect Myrian, minus the hair and skin, and she works hard to keep herself as such.
Character Concept
Soharaa dislikes being weak. If she meets someone stronger she will constantly challenge them to a fight until she beats them. Being a pure breaded warrior, she will often go up to the toughest person she sees and challenge them to a dual. Every battle with Soharaa is like a war. This is because she persists to keep herself victorious, which means using any underhanded methods or incredibly smart strategy she could think of to win. And as she battles, she will often risk the loss of one of her own limbs to come out on top.
Something that Soharaa dislikes more than her own weakness is the weakness of others around her. She hates looking upon a cowering man, unless they are her enemies, and she makes it her duty to make the men stronger and more courages. This also means beating them up until they finally have the guts to fight back.
The opposite sex, to Soharaa, are like mice in a cat kingdom. Soharaa does not see any man, be it her superior or her father, as an equal to her. Sometimes she would show her repulsion for men through actions or words, and sometimes she would keep this hidden out of slight respect or fear of punishment.
To women, she are less rude to. In fact, Soharaa treats any female who she first meet with great friendliness. Female superiors are given the greatest respect from Soharaa, sometimes giving them the decency to choose whether to fight her or not.
It is hard to pull out a lot of emotions from Soharaa since she sees emotional strife as a weakness. Not even on very rare occasions would she show her sadness or happiness. Soharaa is hard boiled, and as such she remaines an irate statue, not appearing as anything but.
However, in the presence of Myri, Soharaa would become a nervous wreck. She would stumble at her words, shyly turn away from Myri, and barely be able to think around her. Soharaa hated being like this, for she though that it was dishonorable to Myri. Unfortunately, she cannot help doing this. That is because she is in love with Myri, and does not know how to react whenever she is around her for fear of Myri not loving her in return. She doesn't know that she is in love with her goddess, blaming her feelings on being unworthy in Myri's presence, and probably never will.
Character History
Soharaa's story begins with a man named Lane Walker. Lane Walker was born in Syliras, and had come from a long family of noble Syliran Knights. His father's rank had been raised to Stewart Knight. His uncle a Sergeant Knight, and his grandfather a Captain Knight. From the beginning of his birth he had been expected to become a great Knight. By the age of 16 he was a noble squire who impressed even managed to impress his patron with his skills. Many called Lane a young genius, others named him a cheat because they did not believe that such a young kid could be this skilled. Lane did not considered himself a genius or cheat. He blamed all of his success on working hard, and even lived by the creed that in order to climb to the top, one must first grow their muscles.
When Lane turned 30 he experienced an event that had changed his life forever. While he guarded the outer walls of Syliras, a child with a chaon mark had tried to sneak into the city. This child was discovered by Lane, and he was ordered by his superior to kill this child. Unfortunately, Lane could not. It was true that he was raised by a strict family who wanted him to be a mighty Knight of Syliras that protected it; however, one thing that they could not get rid from Lane was his kind heart. Even when he slayed his most deadly enemies he felt deep regret for taking their life. Although he tried to lie to himself and say that he was killing for a good cause, he could never get rid of the sight of blood on his hands or the sound of terrifying screams.
When Lane was ordered to kill a kid for bearing the tattoo of a dark god, he refused those orders.
It did not matter the types of chaos that could be made by the child, or the fact that his god had been killed by the god the boy had loved. Lane spurned the option of killing, and watched with sadness as the young boy was slain by his superior. Developing a new opinion of the Syliran Knights, Lane stepped down from his title and left Syliras, leaving his bad memories of it behind as well.
He first headed towards Sunberth to see if the rumors of the Sunsbirth gang, a gang based on rogue Syliran Knights, was true. It was there that Lane met the first love of his life, a Myrian female by the name of Pekwa. They got to know each other well within a season, and Lane had learned a lot of information on Taloba, Myri the goddess, and the Myrian race. When their third season was spent together, Lane had asked for Pekwa to take his hand in marriage. Pekwa agreed; however, she died on a night of a very violent gang war. Two gangs were at each others necks that night, and she was in the middle of them.
Heart broken, Lane had decided to perform one last act of love and bring the body of his dead fiancee to her home where she would be buried below her mother land. It took a long time, and Lane had met many hardships during his journey. However, he had made it to Falyndar with his soul and body still intact.
Right around the time he was traveling to Taloba, Lane had met a woman named Saharaa of the Tiger-eyed. This woman was in the midst of a struggle between her and a dyre viper. Standing as a tower above her, the creature had managed to cleverly best her in every action. It was Lane that killed the monster, also saving Saharaa's life.
By that time Saharaa was a Tokoh in the Taloban army. She felt as though her honor had been hurt gravely because of how this outsider had been the one to save her. So Saharaa retired from the Taloban army until she could heal her pride again, which meant following around Lane and protecting him. She believed that if she saved Lane then their dept would be paid and she could continue on her rise to power.
However, what Saharaa did not equate into her plan was that she would fall in love with Lane. After spending nights together in his home protecting him, Saharaa had started to develop feelings. This was strange to Saharaa because she never fell in love before, not with any of the Myrian men, and never planned to fall in love. Saharaa believed that love was a weakness, so she did not love. When she told Lane of the strange new feelings she had for him, he admitted that he was slowly falling in love with her as well. That night they allowed their passion to flourish and finally connected as one.
In the next seasons to come Saharaa had become pregnant with her first daughter, Shienrika, and Lane had left Taloba to live another life. Shienrika was not a true Myrian, for her father was a human while her mother was a Myrian. Shienrika was picked on constantly by the other children because she had golden hair, tan yet pale skin, and ocean blue eyes. They called her hafling, and that name stuck even as she was an adult.
Saharaa's mother, Tenrakka, was very upset that her family line was tainted by Lane's sperm. While Saharaa raised Shienrika, Tenrakka would whisper into the child's ear that she should be with a true male Myrian warrior. Tenrakka's influence worked, and by the time Shienrika was of 16 years old she fell in love with a male of her own tribe.
Together, Shienrika and her mate, a male by the name of Stanso, once proud Tokon warrior but now professional leathercrafter, had made three children: Iro, Soharaa, and bento. Iro was the oldest and named after his father's father in his honor; Soharaa was the next oldest and named after her mother's mother in her honor; and Bento was the very youngest, named after his grandfather's father in his honor. Once again the family line had spawn children with blue eyes, golden hair, and lightly tanned skin. Tenrakka had died when Iro was born, so her influence on who they should marry would no longer happen.
Such as Shienrika; Iro and Soharaa was made fun of by the other children of their city- Bento was and is too young to attend school and be made fun of. However, instead of accepting their taunts like Shienrika and Iro, Soharaa would fight off anyone who spoke about her family. Soharaa was a great warrior from the start, often picking fights with those who teased her. She would beat them to a bloody pulp, then be spanked by her father afterwards. Even though she received punishment, Soharaa thought it worth more to see those who mocked her lying on the ground.
Soharaa was a very unhappy child. Her thinking was much like Tenrakka in that she hated that her family line was tainted. Her only solace was in pleasing her goddess, for everything else around her was nothing but a nuisance to her. At the young age of twelve, Soharaa would go out into the wilderness with her mother and bring back a small animal. She would then carry that small animal to Myri's home and slit its throat, pouring the over flowing blood into a clay bowl and drinking half of it. After she drunk her bit, she would place the rest of the bowl on Myri's porch and claim- "I offer this to you in the honor of your name. May you forever watch over us with your mighty power."
She would do this every day she could, capturing tiny animals that bled and immediately running towards Myri's home. She enjoyed doing it because she felt that she was pleasing her goddess. She would do anything to have Myri pleased, so doing this made Soharaa very happy- even though she did not know whether this pleased Myri, she liked to think that it did.
By the time Soharaa was 14 her family had thought it wise to bring Soharaa and Iro along with them on hunting trips. Soharaa would then capture as many animals as she could for her goddess, Myri. One time she argued with her parents to sacrifice their caught game to Myri because she was unable to capture one herself. She did not win, of course, but she was allowed by her mother to offer blanket or clothing to Myri instead. After this, Soharaa would begin bringing clothing woven by her father and a blood sacrifice to her goddess as much as she could.
When Soharaa turned 16, Iro would be 17 by then and Bento would be 1, she had accepted the blooding ritual after passing a test made by her tribe. Soharaa was given a tigers eye tattoo on her forehead and a tattoo of Myri's crown on her back. Attaining these two meant that she was fully recognized as part of her clan and Myri's army. However, despite those two great honors, the greatest honor Soharaa had received for completing The Blooding was Myri's first mark.
When Soharaa reached 18 she was already adventuring out into the forest, with her brother by her side, in hopes of capturing larger prey for her goddess, Myri, to drink from. Iro was not always helpful in her hunts, and at most times it was as though Soharaa was babysitting him instead of hunting with him. This was because Iro was a coward, despite being a very large and muscular man. It was due to Iro's weakness, and other men teasing her then getting beat by her, that she had developed the opinion that all men were only useful for one thing, reproduction. She had started to believe that they were not even worth being titled Myrian. Even though she had this ideal, she loved Iro full heartily, but would not admit this in front of anyone.
Soharaa is now nineteen, and is working on training to become a Tokoh. She wishes to become an Atasan and champion of Myri herself. Even though this may be a tough goal to follow, she believes that she has the determination to see it done.
Gnosis Story :
Soharaa was a mighty warrior. She had guts, she had strength, and she had the wisdom to protect Taloba even as she turned old. But finally, now that she turned 16, she would be realized for what she was, all that and a Myrian. This day she had woken up early; the bell of morning had not even been signaled, and yet she woke. She headed out of the city to begin her special training near the river that was close to Taloba. There she did her daily stretches, practiced her combat skills with her spear, and even collected a snake for her morning feast with her family.
She had much energy this day, but she could not waste any of it on training. So, instead of following her daily routine, Soharaa had gone a little easier on her training. If she wanted to fully participate in The Blooding, she would need no tired feelings inside her.
Soharaa, like most of the young Myrian children around her, took The Blooding ritual very seriously. This ritual involved placing her own blood into a sea of her ancestors blood and drinking from it, finally becoming what she always wanted to call herself, a Myrian. Her accursed grandmother had ruined that right by having their family line tainted by some man from an unknown land. And even though Soharaa loved her grandmother and respected her dearly, Soharaa hated that that woman followed her sense of ‘love’ and laid with a man from another region.
“What are you doing up so early? The morning bell had not even rung yet,” Soharaa’s mother said to her when she came back with three snakes in her hand. It took her an entire bell to track and catch those snakes, and it had not rung until her mother spoke to her.
“I’m too excited to rest in my bed! Do you know what today is?!” Soharaa cheerfully replied to her mother. She was in a very good mood, the ritual was happening and she had managed to capture three snakes, which rarely happened when she went on a hunt. She was feeling good about this day, like it would be her best and most memorable.
Her mother said-”Aye, I know what today is. It is the day of The Blood ritual, when you become a full Myrian.”
“Why do you say that with so less excitement, then? You should be happy with me!” Soharaa began to bounce around her mother, getting rid of some of her excess energy. Her mother sighed at her happiness. “You’re a girl of sixteen,” she said. “I am a woman of thirtyseven. I have seen many blood rituals and many warriors become Myrian warriors. This is all not new to me.”
“But it is your Myrian daughter that shall be a Myrian warrior! Show more excitement shall you?” Soharaa replied.
With a scoff Soharaa’s mother went back to collecting all of her childrens clothes from the hanging clothing line. She took off all the pins from each one just so Soharaa would have to wait for her to say something. At the age of sixteen Soharaa had the temper of hot fire. Her mother tried to get rid of that because she believed a soldier whose temper controlled them on the battlefield also allowed their temper to control how they die.
Soharaa heard this from her mother a great many times but barely listened. When her mother thought that lecturing her would no longer work she began to do irritating things to Soharaa to forcibly have her control her anger. Soharaa did not like this.
She threw up her hands in anger at her mother then opened her mouth to say something. However, her mother caught her before she could speak and said- “Remember what us Myrians do to their children. You’re still not old enough to not take a beatin’ from your mother for talking back.”
“You could at least say something…” Soharaa said silently, folding her arms and calming herself down. Myrians always punished their children cruelly for talking back. Her mother had instilled fear in her the very first time Soharaa had back talked, and now Soharaa did not dare to insult or make her mother mad.
“I am very happy for you, my tigress,”Soharaa’s mother came to her then lightly kissed her forehead. Having all the clothes taken down and placed in a basket, she moved to her and her lovers bedroom where she would fold all of the clothes neatly and store them within her childrens clothing chest later. Before she did so, however, she looked at Soharaa and said, “I am also very proud of my Myrian warrior.”
The entire day Soharaa filled her mind with thoughts of The Blooding while taking part of her chores. She couldn’t get it out of her head and was more jumpier than a grasshopper at times whenever the subject came up.
The ritual began at noon with all the Myrians lining in order by name. This season’s Myrians were not many, for in other rituals there would need to be a line to get into the line for The Blooding. Soharaa was very lucky that she would not need to wait long. Since her name began with an S, she would have needed to wait until the next day until it was finally her turn.
Although, the line was still very long, and Soharaa did not participate in the ritual until the sky had turned dark.
When she finally stepped into the temple Soharaa could feel her breath suddenly be lost. Standing in front of her and near The Blooding Basin was queen-goddess Myri. Soharaa said nothing in her presence, and nearly lost eye contact with her goddess until she remembered how disrespectful that would be.
“Soharaa of the Tiger-Eyed,” Myri spoke, and Soharaa reminded herself of how much she loved Myri’s voice. Strong, sensitive, and authoritative all in one. The very example of a strong woman warrior. Soharaa wanted to bow before Myri, but she did not. She would be calling herself a full Myrian soon, which meant showing her Myrian pride with her head held high. “You have completed your coming of age trial and have shown your worth among our Myrian race. You have earned our title and may now drink our blood.”
When Myri gave Soharaa permission to drink from the basin, Soharaa walked to the bowl filled with blood and stared upon it. It had a great stench to it, yet the blood inside looked as though it was all poured in this morning. She looked at her mother and father who stood with the rest of the Tiger-Eyed clan, then looked towards Myri, who towered over her with enough glory to light the entire temple.
Soharaa reached both of her hands down into the bowl and sipped from it as though she was sipping from a lake. The blood which she had took instantly filled back as though some form of magic had been cast upon it to replace what was ever lost.
A dagger rested on a pedestal next to the basin. It was already bloody from the many other Myrians who took part before her. Soharaa grasped it in her fingers and noted how heavy this one was to her own, and also her spear. She opened one of her palms and used her other hand to hold the dagger. With not so much as a wince, Soharaa bravely slid the dagger across her opened palm. The pain was not unbearable for her- she had handled this type of pain before and had gotten use to it. Soharaa held her wounded palm above The Blooding Basin and watched as her own blood began to mix in with her ancestors. Her DNA was now a part of Taloba, her life as a full Myrian was about to begin.
She stepped back from the basin and looked at Myri who was beginning to walk towards her. Soharaa nearly fell to her knees out of fright and respect for his queen-goddess. Myri held Soharaa’s right shoulder and welcomed her to their race. Then and there, Soharaa fell to her knees, though not out of respect of Myri. A burning sensation on her right shoulder had surprised her. She held onto it with extremity as this pain became the most unbearable thing she would ever experience. When she was done, she released her shoulder to reveal the cause of her horrible stryfe.
Soharaa was most surprised to see a shining mark on her. At that moment, she had the greatest happiness in the world. “This is my mark,” Myri said. “It shall be with you and aid you throughout your life as a true Myrian. With this upon you, you shall never forget who you are and where your home is. Lift your head proudly now, Soharaa of the Tiger-Eyed.”
Soharaa moved among her family, who all gave her a hug and congratulated her for what she had accomplished. That night, after every Tiger-Eyed clan member had completed their ritual, there was a ceremony to celebrate their coming of age. Soharaa had performed her dance, eaten her fill, and began her first days as a full Myrian.
Helpful Lores: Long Spear Throwing: Proper Form Lore of Religion: Myri
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing -Linen Vest -Linen Loincloth -Linen Undergarments -Linen Cloak -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 29 Bikka Weapons and gear: -Long Spear -Daggar and Scabbard
Heirloom: A necklace. In the middle of the necklace is 1 Gold Miza, sandwiching it are two large teeth that look to have come from a dire animal. Filling the rest of the necklace are beads, all colored brown. This was given to her by her grandmother.
__Fae of the Moonlit Waters___ Race: Myrian Age: 37 Position: Tokoh/Iron Fang Leader. Skills:Weapon: Longsword: 53 Leadership: 46 Bodybuilding: 37 Wilderness Survival (Jungle): 26 Tracking: 26 Hunting: 26 Land Navigation: 26 Other: Fae is a very playful, EXTREMELY playful, woman who will play any game with her that she deems fun, whether the person she is playing with likes it or not. She is always caught with a smile on her face, even in the most serious situations, though when her face turns serious then everyone around her should be very worried for the fool who caused her face to change.
Fae is a powerful warrior that has earned respect from many of her higher ups in the Talobian army. She is capable of performing many feats that many think are not possible. She is an excellent leader that owns the loyalty of every fang who follows her, despite the great abuse- or ‘fun’ as she calls it- which she gives them.
Fae is a woman who is sentimental to all of those around her, except those who manages to make her angry. She cares deeply for each individual, whether insect or human, and is always happy to help solve any problem that needs fixing. However, this does not mean she is soft. Fae is a fierce warrior after all, so Fae does believe in tough love. She often shows these beliefs firmly during training sessions.
Titan
__Titan of the Sunken Scars___ Race: Myrian Age: 22 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Second-In-Command Skills:Leadership: 44 Wrestling: 36 Tactics: 26 Bodybuilding: 20 Other: Although the name Titan is not his real name, he earned that name through his constant battles and wins within the wrestling ring. With impressive wrestling and tactical skills he had rightful title as the Propelling Titan. He enjoyed that name, so Titan was the name he decided to keep.
Titan carries himself as a man who knows of his power, and knows that his intellect his top notch. Many women who think themselves dominant will often challenge him because of this, sometimes often losing due to Titan’s strategic thinking. He is a smart man, despite his cocky attitude, and can prove his intelligence worthy on any battlefield. He believes in the truth, that what is happening now is happening now, and any possible dream that seems impossible really is impossible. That being said, Titan tends to look for the best possible outcome in every situation and only gives up when he realizes that he is in a battle he cannot win, which is not very often.
If you are not stronger than Titan then you are below Titan. That is the creed which Titan believes in. Before he accepts any fight Titan measures his foes weakness and strength. He is mostly never wrong when measuring an opponent and he even claims that he can determine a person’s weakness just by how they walk. He is very watchful, and many who fought him and lost stated that they lost the battle before it began, when Titan’s eyes fell upon them.
Silence
__Silence of the Tempered Steel ___ Race: Myrian Age: 19 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Third-In-Command Skills:Acrobatics: 39 Katana: 38 Intelligence: 35 Leadership: 27 Other: Silence is as her name suggests, very silent. She doesn’t speak, and will speak for no one but her superiors. Silence main focus is not her social standings but her skills. Silence’s abilities are so impressive that even her fang leader cannot help but drop her jaw to what she does. Her main fighting strategy is to use speed and agility to perform moves that are mostly unreadable. Silence is not the type of girls that enjoys to stand in the spotlight, and would rather fight with her comrades than lead them. Although, Silence is a good leader, sometimes being able to let out orders with just hand symbols, and is the third most trusted leader within the Iron Fang team.
Takut
__Takut of the Slitted Throats___ Race: Myrian Age: 31 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang warrior Skills:Weapon: Double Bladed Battle Axe: 34 Unarmed Combat: 32 Bodybuilding: 23 Animal Husbandry: 20 Other: Takut is as fierce as a male warrior the Talobian army could have. With his axe in his hand he is an unstoppable killing machine meant only to slit the throats of all of his enemies.
Born into a world of killers, Takut’s family trained him from the time he could walk how to kill. They created a monster who enjoyed the thought of blood and gore, and lived for the day where he could go all out on a battlefield.
Takut has two states of beings. One: when he is very calm and nothing seems to faze him. During this time Takut is one of the nicest men anyone would ever meet. When in this state Takut will be mostly spotted with animals, cuddling them and caring for them with the most gentle of touches. The second stage is when his blood begins to pump, and adrenaline is rushed through his body. All sense of humanity then seems to deplete from Takut’s being, and he becomes a man with only one mission, to kill anyone who he sees as a threat.
While on missions, someone will often be in charge of controlling Takut’s state of being. If he becomes too pumped up they will be assigned medicine that will slow the pumping of his heart. In times of great battle, they will be given many different techniques to cause Takut to go on full rampage. Takut is always seen with an escort right behind him, and if not then it is highly encouraged to tell a Talobian army Tokoh so that they may contact Fae, Takut’s fang leader, immediately.
Another thing that is important to note is that Takut hardly understands Common. If one were to want to talk to him it would need to be in the old Myrian language, which is the language he will always speak.
Kaira
__Kaira of the Shorn Skulls___ Race: Myrian Age: 17 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Mage Skills: Malediction: 37 Reimancy (Water, Fire, Steam): 34 Weapon: Short Bow: 29 Magecraft: 26 Other: Kaira enjoys to keep to herself most of the time. She is a girl who trusts no one, not even her fellow Myrians, and will often find ways to solve an arduous situation herself than rely on anyone else. Kaira loves performing magic, and maledictates every piece of bone which she sees. At times she doesn’t consider herself a true Myrian but a true wizard, one who attains power that is close to the very gods.
Windoa
__Windoa of the Changing Moon___ Race: Myrian Age: 19 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Poisoner Skills: Poison: 36 Animal Husbandry: 26 Weapon: Longbow: 25 Wilderness Survival (Jungle): 23 Other: Windoa is a woman who is in deep love with nature. She thinks of it as a follower would think of a god, glorious in all of its image. She spends her every moment connecting with nature, be it by interacting with animals or by living in the jungle wilds. Her most favorite past time is spent with animals, and she will always try to tame the most wildest of ones if she sees one, not fearing the loss of her life in the process.
Jade
__Jade of the Dancing Dead___ Race: Myrian Age: 16 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Cheerleader Skills: Dancing: 35 Seduction: 26 Acrobatics: 24 Weapon: Bastard Sword: 20 Other: If asked by another Myrian to explain what Jade was in one word, they would say that she is a trollop. Others would say that she is their future wife, and nothing or no one will prevent that from being. Whether male or female, the one thing that is very certain is that everyone wants Jade.
Jade has spent her years honing her body to be the most delectable thing in the world. She knows how to make her body twist in the right places to gather the attention of both men and women, and she wishes to one day catch the love of the very Myri herself.
Jade normally falls in love with tough guys and girls who are strong enough to handle almost anything, and will often be seen flirting with the most apex of people, no matter the age. She also has an act of making the most gullible of men and women her toy, sometimes having them kiss her toes with a simple plea. She knows that she has a dangerous body and she also knows how to use it in her favor.
Xira
__Xira of the Cutthroat Shadows___ Race: Myrian Age: 17 Position: Rekrut/ Iron Fang Assassin Skills: Stealth: 35 Camouflage: 24 Duel Wield: Scimitar: 22 Weapon: Scimitar: 20 Other: Xira was born in the darkness of night. It was made her home, and forever existed as her only shield. From a young age Xira was taught how to watch enemies under the shadows, when to kill under the shadows and how to kill under the shadows. She was trained to be an Assassin that lethally strikes under leth’s moon.
Xira is in no ways a nice girl. Even though she shares her clan’s ideology over her fellow Myrian’s, she will never truthfully respect anyone who is not her superior, elder, or stronger than her. Even daring to go so far as to humiliate those who are weaker with her show of strength. In battle she will never attack someone head on, but will pull the most disgraceful of moves to see to her opponents defeat. Her most favorite strategy is to blind an opponent with dirt. or another type of blinding substance, so that she may fall onto her prey like a panther in the night.
Nara
__Nara of the Cutthroat Shadows___ Race: Myrian Age: 17 Position: Iron Fang Assassin and Healer. Skills: Stealth: 35 Medicine: 28 Herbalism: 26 Weapon: Naginata: 13 Other: Nara was born in the darkness of night. It was made her home, and forever existed as her only shield. From a young age Nara was taught how to watch enemies under the shadows, when to kill under the shadows and how to kill under the shadows. She was trained to be an Assassin that lethally strikes under leth’s moon.
Nara is an extremely nice girl who cares for every human outsider and Myrian she meets. Unlike her twin sister, Xira, Nara encourages the weak to become stronger and treats everyone, except those hated by Myri, with a loving kindness only a mother could have with her children. Even though she is kind, Nara is not at all a pushover. Living with someone like Xira all her life has made her head strong and a true foe among her enemies.
Janumb
__Janumb of the Twisted Vines___ Race: Myrian Age: 18 Position: Iron Fang Tracker Skills: Rhetoric: 35 Tracking: 33 Wilderness Survival (Jungle): 26 Weapon: Longbow: 21 Other: Janumb is the greatest wisecracker among the group. He has many jokes to tell, and is almost never serious in most dastardly situations. Janumb also has an act for hitting on almost every finely built woman that crosses his path. This habit has gotten him into trouble with many proud woman warriors, and his crotch has been stomped on more than one occasion. He is at most times annoying, but sometimes he could be a great man to talk to. Most of his fang members come to him whenever they need to be heard and someone to talk to.
Ricoli
__Ricoli of the Blooded Fangs___ Race: Myrian Age: 16 Position: Iron Fang Warrior Skills: Running: 32 Weapon: Longbow: 20 Weapon: Longsword: 18 Tracking: 12 Other: Ricoli is a timid child whose weakness is the very different gendered species that rules over him. Often times he turns away from a woman with red spots on his cheeks because of their vulgar clothing and nearly revealed body parts. Even though he grew up in a land filled with half naked women, he still cannot truly focus when around most of them. However, Ricoli is still a warrior by nature, and is one of the fastest warriors within his fang team.
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Soharaa of the Tiger-Eyed 
by Soharaa on June 18th, 2015, 6:27 pm 
