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■ PRONUNCIATION... YOU-maa
■ NICKNAMES... Girl
■ RACE & CLAN... Au Ra - Xaela
■ GENDER... Female
■ AGE... Early-Mid Twenties
■ NAMEDAY... 9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon
■ ORIENTATION... Heterosexual
■ MARITAL STATUS... Unwed
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■ Tribe... Dotharl
■ CITIZENSHIP... -None-
■ RESIDENCE... -Unknown-
■ OCCUPATION... Shaman; Speaker of fallen souls
■ CLASS/JOB... -Unknown-
■ PATRON DEITY... The Dusk Mother
■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 4 fulms, 7 ilms. 88 ponze.
■ ALIGNMENT... Chaotic Neutral - by Alignment.
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- A queer creature at best, so much could be left open for interpretation upon seeing the Xaela in question. An aura of mysticism lurked beneath an eerie, piercing amber stare that stood out in the darkest of shadows. A woman who stepped bravely on the graves of gods, interpreting a will of the fallen through whispers. One was never alone with her should they stand in her presence, they need only listen closely to the faint echoes of their ancestors that twisted her tongue in the fashion of a puppeteer. A shepherd of the gods of death, charged with bringing forth their last rights of passage before their slaying in battle. Born of war and conquest, she was no stranger to fallen ally and kin who remain all but gone, for they forever follow and linger until their anger was sated. But fear not, for her will and desire is not of ill. That could only be said should you find her alone and without the horde of her tribesmen charging at your rear.
- Dotharl Witch. Often the name used when addressing. Yet, even the steppes most savage tribe hold tradition and spirituality above some. To say a clan who desire the utmost conquest and victory over all is nothing but beastly is... correct, to some. Leave only open to interpretation should this opinion rest, for those that know otherwise understand far more. With so much death comes lost souls, ones driven to finish what it was they started.
Unease... Detest... Mistrust... Anger....
- All linger in clouds above those of their bloodline. But, leave this storm to those of the occult, born and raised to not only fight but ease the thunder that lurks beyond the grave. Shamans of the Dotharl, tasked with assisting in the passage to the afterlife and keeping back what tries to cross. An untold taboo practiced by the sharpest of ears, only few are selected to receive such.
But not all true motives remain the same.
Likes
- ● 'The Occult' - To say she was interested in the odd and mysterious was an understatement... Much of the Xaela's mannerisms and actions fall along the line of mystical, spiritual, and strange.
- ● Spiritual Meditation – One must keep a sharp mind and strong willpower else they become victim to the angered spirits surrounding all..
- ● The thrill of a fight – Ahh... Born and breed to live off the rush of adrenaline, it would be tough break an addict of their crutch.
- ● Testing a situation/person of limits – Wisdom comes in various forms, and a desire to help the estranged mixed with the teachings of her tribesmen may often cause her to provoke others in the name of learning.
- ● Competition – To bring out one's inner-strengths, you must be faced with the possibility of failure. What better way to embrace such than someone who could best you?
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