A'zahana Eolia

A'zahana Eolia
Gender	Female
Race	Lalafell
Clan	Dunesfolk
Citizenship	Undisclosed
Age	27
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Mercenary
Guardian	Llymlaen, the Navigator
Nameday	11th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon

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A'zahana Eolia is a mercenary and drifter of somewhat questionable morals. She can easily be spotted about the various watering holes of each city-state, but isn't exactly picky about where she takes her drink. Buscarron's Druthers and Momodi's Quicksand seem to be her two most frequented spots.

Personality

Brutish, crass and potentially rude are the quickest ways to to describe the Lalafell mercenary in question. Without the jingle of gil for a job or a bottle of friendship to share, she is more likely than not to eye those who approach her with suspicion. Among friends, she can be well spoken, though she tends to slip into older habits of speech when annoyed or stressed. A'zahana is wise enough to hold her tongue in most situations that don't concern her, but in the heat of the moment she is more than willing to let her axe do the talking.

Appearance

Her short stature and heavy armor hides the scarred body of a veteran of more than a few pitched battles. Remarkably enough, her face is free of old wounds save for one on her left temple. She deliberately keeps her blondish green hair long to hide the blemish. A'zahana still paints her face with the markings of her adoptive tribe out of habit.

History

A'zahana's earliest memories are of the scorching sands native to Thanalan and of the never ceasing struggle of the her isolated tribe to carve out an existence in the harsh environs of the desert. She learned with the rest of the children of the tribe to hunt and track various prey and how to avoid some of the more dangerous predators. As time passed and when the other children grew older and noticeably taller, A'zahana was left wondering why she didn't. Her lack of a tail had always bothered her and unfortunately, no one in the tribe had the heart to tell the young A'zahana that she wasn't truly one of them.

The Nunh of the tribe showed little interest in the young A'zahana, much to her dismay at the time, and with every passing summer without pairing, she resigned herself as some sort of runt or late bloomer. Ehen a new Nunh rose, he too showed little interest in A'zahana which in turn made the young girl's hope sink lower. Her adoptive mother did her best to distract the girl with more rigorous regiments of physical training and hunts. Eventually, A'zahana stopped caring about pairing and simply participated in more hunts and made herself useful in the other needs of the tribe.

It wasn't until A'zahana was a young woman did a traveling merchant inform her that she was in fact not a Miqo'te, but instead a Lalafell. Her denial rewarded the merchant with both his eyes blackened and a leg broken before her adoptive mother stopped her and recounted how she came to be with the tribe - bandits had waylaid a trade caravan and left little except for bodies and a crying babe. It was also much to her chagrin that a new Nunh had replaced the old a day before and for the first time, the Nunh had expressed interest in A'zahana. Torn between her loyalty to the tribe and a yearning to learn more about her kind, A'zahana packed what little she had in supplies and took off during the night with only a note to her adoptive mother and never looked back.

Learning her way about civilization was a different challenge altogether and she surely would have given up had a Roegadyn mercenary captain not spotted her thrashing several thugs in Pearl Lane. He offered her work and mentorship in exchange for unquestioned loyalty. Seeing little difference in how her old tribe operated, she accepted.

Years later and after the death of her mentor during a blotched operation, A'zahana has struck out on her own and travels the land earning coin to simply keep her stomach full and her nights warm. Occasionally, if the reward is tempting enough, she links up with older colleagues with the simple understanding of completing the mission and going their separate ways once again. It's not an easy life, but it's hers.