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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Belonging''' - Though she pretends to be content with her lot, the truth is that Sarnai misses her home dearly and doesn't feel like she belongs anywhere. She tells herself that one day, when she's strong enough, she'll return home and be the warrior and protector she wishes she could be for her family... But the truth is that she's afraid. Unless something happens, she will probably never work up the courage to return to Ryakgyr and confront her past - and accept that she may still have a future.</font></div> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Belonging''' - Though she pretends to be content with her lot, the truth is that Sarnai misses her home dearly and doesn't feel like she belongs anywhere. She tells herself that one day, when she's strong enough, she'll return home and be the warrior and protector she wishes she could be for her family... But the truth is that she's afraid. Unless something happens, she will probably never work up the courage to return to Ryakgyr and confront her past - and accept that she may still have a future. Even something as simple as companions of her own, or a family, seem like a heavenly goal to Sarnai. Which makes it all the sadder that she continually self-sabotages these simple desires out of fear.</font></div> |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Strength''' - Once upon a time, as a little girl, Sarnai made a terrible mistake. Crying won't bring back the dead, but she can make sure that nobody else has to live a similar story. She seeks to better herself, with goals to become so strong and fierce that nobody would ever dare touch her or her kin. It was this singular desire that left her to leave home in the first place.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Strength''' - Once upon a time, as a little girl, Sarnai made a terrible mistake. Crying won't bring back the dead, but she can make sure that nobody else has to live a similar story. She seeks to better herself, with goals to become so strong and fierce that nobody would ever dare touch her or her kin. It was this singular desire that left her to leave home in the first place.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Justice''' - As Sarnai travelled, she began to see that there were many people who suffered the whims of those stronger than them. Slaves, beggars, outcasts, commonfolk - she watched from afar, and when she witnessed how so many simply swallowed their troubles, she resolved to nurture hate in their stead. It was shameful to accept your own weakness and submit to terror, Sarnai thought. But it was equally shameful to have the strength, be moved and yet do nothing, she decided. As if she needed further encouragement, that strange stone too would whisper secrets and sins and dreams of vengance to her... She is not afraid to throw caution and legality to the wind in the name of enforcing her own ideas of what is right. The only difference between justice and revenge is who carries out the punishment, in her eyes...</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Justice''' - As Sarnai travelled, she began to see that there were many people who suffered the whims of those stronger than them. Slaves, beggars, outcasts, commonfolk - she watched from afar, and when she witnessed how so many simply swallowed their troubles, she resolved to nurture hate in their stead. It was shameful to accept your own weakness and submit to terror, Sarnai thought. But it was equally shameful to have the strength, be moved and yet do nothing, she decided. As if she needed further encouragement, that strange stone too would whisper secrets and sins and dreams of vengance to her... She is not afraid to throw caution and legality to the wind in the name of enforcing her own ideas of what is right. The only difference between justice and revenge is who carries out the punishment, in her eyes...</font></div> | ||
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Madness'''. As much as she likes to pretend she's fine, Sarnai knows something isn't entirely right. She'll deny it to the end of the world, but... She's been scarred in more way than one, and finds herself sometimes suffering spells of disorientation and delirium when she is angered that can't possibly be helped by her status as an unknowing dark knight. The idea that she can't trust the whispers of her own mind is terrifying to her - because if what she sees, feels, and thinks aren't actually her own logical thoughts, what's left? Would she know if she went mad? What if... What if?</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Madness'''. As much as she likes to pretend she's fine, Sarnai knows something isn't entirely right. She'll deny it to the end of the world, but... She's been scarred in more way than one, and finds herself sometimes suffering spells of disorientation and delirium when she is angered that can't possibly be helped by her status as an unknowing dark knight. The idea that she can't trust the whispers of her own mind is terrifying to her - because if what she sees, feels, and thinks aren't actually her own logical thoughts, what's left? Would she know if she went mad? What if... What if?</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Captivity'''. Sarnai is a wild thing, and without the ability to come and go as she pleases she very quickly descends into a bad place mentally. The thought of being a prisoner need not be literal - she is very reluctant to deliver restrictive oaths and long-term commitments to a cause also frighten her somewhat, as does service born of duress... Though this does not stop her occasionally forming shackles of her own making, she'll still inwardly freak out about it. And yet, she joined with the military. Another contradiction from a very confused woman.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Captivity'''. Sarnai is a wild thing, and without the ability to come and go as she pleases she very quickly descends into a bad place mentally. The thought of being a prisoner need not be literal - she is very reluctant to deliver restrictive oaths and long-term commitments to a cause also frighten her somewhat, as does service born of duress... Though this does not stop her occasionally forming shackles of her own making, she'll still inwardly freak out about it. And yet, she joined with the military. Another contradiction from a very confused woman.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Dying forgotten'''. While Sarnai has (more or less, depending on how depressed she is any given moment) already swallowed down the inevitability she's going to die alone, young and violently, one thing that truly frightens her to think about is that she might fall upon a sword one day and nobody would even know or notice. She really wants to imagine she has enough of a positive impact upon someone's life for them to at least miss her a little once she's gone, or wonder what happened to her...</font></div> | ||
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Sarnai Malaguld is a warrior hailing from the Far East - born and raised on the wild steppes of Azim and the Ryakgyr Peninsula. Though she has traveled far through her life she still strongly identifies as a tribal raen, no matter what she is forced to become to adapt to the situations she finds herself in. She wields a bow and sword with a well-practiced air, more at home in the wilds than in a city. Her life has lead her to many places, seen her fill many roles - from a tiny spitfire hefting her father's sword against imaginary enemies, to a lone huntress on the wild steppe, to a fugitive in foreign lands. From a penniless vagrant washing up on La Noscean shores, to a Storm recruit, to a haggard mercenary. Perhaps to something more, still.. Recently, Sarnai's life has taken a turn for the inconvenient. No longer in the employ of the Maelstrom, she lacks a purpose and has found herself falling back into the role of a wandering mercenarcy to keep her coinpurse weighted. Perhaps she's simply grown used to being told what to do and no longer remembers what it is like to be truly free. She haunts the streets of sprawling cities foreign to her, dogged wherever she goes by the furtive whispering of a strange etched stone she carries close to her heart...
Sarnai is largely monochromatic in color. Every hair, scale and feature on her body is a uniform ivory-white, from her thick eyelashes to her short-but-sharp claws. Her skin is very pale, with only the slightest tinge of pink added from much time in the sun. Deep crimson eyes offer the only spark of color.
Sarnai is built taller and a little broader than most auri females - still somewhat shorter than a hyur, but much more solid. She is quite lean, but otherwise packed with functional muscle. There is no mistaking her build for anything other than the body of a warrior. There is the suggestion of natural curves to her form, but she would seem to be a bit too underfed and haggard to give them prominence. All in all, she is built much like a steppe tiger - solid, sleek, and powerful. Smeared across the centre of Sarnai's face is a grey blazon much like a cross or the hilt of a sword. Parts of it frequently rub off into her bangs, leaving them stained grey. From the burned scent, it seems to be mostly made of ash, and is quite water soluable. She is rarely seen without it, and protests at its removal - there is clearly some significance. Her horns are diamond-shaped in cross-section, and though they are quite substantial looking and come down to formidable points, they are not significantly less delicate than any other au ra's horns. Her right horn has a sizeable notch towards the upper point. Sarnai's tail is long and slender, terminating in two sets of barbs and a spaded tip. It is long enough that the tip may drag on the ground if she does not carry it properly, and is prone to expressive fits of movement and gesture. Sarnai's scale patterns are slightly unusual, with very few present on her limbs. The patterning on her dorsal stripe is particularly ornate and spreads across the entirety of her shoulderblades. More notable than her pale scales however, would perhaps be the scars that ravage the plane of her skin. Most are small and superficial in appearance, faded slices and nicks that may have come from sparring or swordplay, but there are two specifically of note that draw the eye immediately when exposed. From the outside of Sarnai's left thigh to her right bicep, a deep scar flushes pink. From the way it wraps around the curvature of her body it is hard to believe the warrior survived. It looks as if she has almost been cut in two, if not all the way through. And encircling her throat, a similar bizarrely awful scar - this one looks almost like a deep seam between her scales, though the purple-pink of scarred tissue is unmistakeable. Both scars look as if they should have resulted from fatal injuries, and both have clearly left major weaknesses. These scars are not normally visible under Sarnai's usual attire.
A keen eye may notice...
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