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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. | 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. | ||
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: <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... What is law, but a construct to protect the weak and cowardly?</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... What is law, but a construct to protect the weak and cowardly?</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Purpose''' - Strength, belonging and general vigilantism may not seem like the most solid of motivations for a person to get by - and the truth is that they're not. Sarnai lacks the focus of dreams and aspirations, and does not truly know what she gets up in the morning for. Before her journey to Eorzea it was simple survival and a desire to aid those she encountered - and that was fine, because she was still young. Now that she's grown older and realised much of her life has left nothing to show, she questions herself deeply, and longs to find a true purpose. </font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Purpose''' - Strength, belonging and general vigilantism may not seem like the most solid of motivations for a person to get by - and the truth is that they're not. Sarnai lacks the focus of dreams and aspirations, and does not truly know what she gets up in the morning for. Before her journey to Eorzea it was simple survival and a desire to aid those she encountered - and that was fine, because she was still young. Now that she's grown older and realised much of her life has left nothing to show, she questions herself deeply, and longs to find a true purpose. </font></div> | ||
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+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''F E A R S'''</center></div></h3> | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Explosions'''. Sarnai was present for Dalamud's fall. She doesn't feel very lucky for having survived.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Poison'''. Perhaps paranoia would be a better word for Sarnai's distrust of any liquid that she hasn't closely watched being poured, but it has sensible roots. As a young woman, Sarnai was taken in by a woman who was quite rightfully called a witch by the locals - and she was fond of testing her alchemical concoctions on the Raen. While she bears no real ill will towards the old woman - she DID save her life - she still is VERY wary about drinking potentially contaminated substances.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Failure'''. It would appear Sarnai has quite the complex going on. Possibly several. She hates failing at even the tiniest task, and becomes depressed easily when she feels she doesn't measure up to what's expected of her. The thought alone at failing tasks fills Sarnai with anxiety.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Helplessness'''. Nobody can live a life as "adventurous" as Sarnai's and not take a fair amount of injuries that could pose crippling. In this woman's case, she has been quite badly maimed more than once and is really feeling the effects of abuse on her body and mind. But, the thought of being infirm and defenceless is truly one of the most terrifying things she can imagine. She furiously, vehemently denies any hint of weakness has taken within her body and would sooner die struggling pointlessly than ever submit to cruelty, but... </font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Betrayal'''. Sarnai is well aware she's not particularly good at reading people. She's also well aware people do horrible, horrible things to each other for profit and pleasure. Part of her desire to keep most others at arm's length stems from being afraid that trusting would be dangerous. </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> | ||
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+ | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''Q U I R K S'''</center></div></h3> | ||
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+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Buuveil!'''. Sarnai has a tendancy to express displeasure by swearing in Xaelic, particularly when in "polite" company that she can fool into thinking she's not being rude.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Nibbler'''. Despite frequently looking half-starved, Sarnai never eats more than a few mouthfuls of food at a time. There's a reason for this - it hurts when she eats - but it does look a bit odd when she's eating in a public setting.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Contrarian'''. Sarnai doesn't like being told what to do by someone she doesn't deem an authoritive figure or an employer. In fact, she will very frequently do the exact opposite, even if it accomplishes absolutely nothing for anyone involved.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''This is Fine'''. Very little short of setting whatever perch she's found on fire will prompt Sarnai to move once she's settled. Bare steel flying in a brawl a foot away from her? That's fine, she'll just duck.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Scrub the sins away'''. Sarnai is quite obsessive about personal hygeine. The first thing she usually does after an outing, hunt or even when she's simply bored is to find a source of water and bathe in it - where water is unavailiable, she will substitute for dust baths. She has no qualms about getting filthy, but she becomes very pissy when she's unable to clean herself off in a reasonable timeframe. She is also fond of using alchemical concoctions of dubious safety to wash, which often leads to her smelling faintly of chemicals or herbs. But at least her scales are nice and shiny.</font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''What do you mean corpses aren't currency?''' Perhaps as a throwback to her younger days, or perhaps just to confuse people for fun, Sarnai is fond of presenting "gifts" of pelts, hunting trophies and entire gutted carcasses as "gestures of good faith" or "trade offers". While this probably started off as an honest attempt to foster goodwill in wilder areas of the world, she has definitely started doing it at least partially because she enjoys watching more civilized people freak out at the dead tiger in their hall. </font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Congratulations, you're adopted'''. Sarnai doesn't like children. Or at least, that's what she'll ''tell'' you, as she inwardly decides to swear an oath of protection and pass them snacks. </font></div> | ||
+ | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''But my brother's black!''' Sarnai behaves, speaks, and thinks of herself as a Xaela to the point she will often accidentally refer to herself as one and not a Raen. Reactions to this are quite mixed, but she genuinely doesn't mean anything sinister about it - for a long time, as a small child, she even believed she was simply an albino and not a raen. </font></div> | ||
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Good | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Chaotic Good | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Mysterious Crystal, Steel Zweihander, Well-worn feathered bow, Parrying dagger, Small battered kettle, Coin purse (embarassingly light), Small travel pack | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Mysterious Crystal, Steel Zweihander, Well-worn feathered bow, Parrying dagger, Small battered kettle, Coin purse (embarassingly light), Small travel pack | ||
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+ | [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yw6Xw4H07y0 Dzivia - Dom] | ||
+ | [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G64PgKZ5vKw In This Moment - The Fighter] | ||
+ | [https://youtu.be/BVomQtrtMTM Tom Day - Who we want to be] | ||
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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 eyelashes to her 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. Though she bears a normal amount of coverage on her face and back, her legs, torso and upper arms are almost entirely scaleless. This lends further credence to the theory that she may not be a pureblood. Or, it may simply be a genetic anomality - it is impossible to know. 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.A keen eye may notice...
Sarnai is quiet and difficult to read at the best of times. She hides behind her stony facade like a warrior queen in her castle, always ready to kick down anyone trying to sneak over her walls. It is far from the truth to suggest she is without emotion or desires, however - she simply hides them better than most. She is mistrustful of others, and slow to warm to strangers (unless plied with alcohols, to which she has an embarassingly low resistance). However, despite her attempts to appear impassive, she is very prone to signalling her mood with her tail. If the tip's a flickin', you're getting a kickin'.
Despite her (supposed) aloofness, she is typically cordial and neutral in her dealings with others. She is very much capable of behaving in a friendly manner - though she apparently prefers to keep people at arm's length. She isn't at all afraid of social settings, though she will generally find the quietest corner possible in a gathering, if only temporarily. Her inquisitive nature tends to draw her to others even when her projected facade bids she stay away - there is a rather clear conflict of perception and feeling which makes her frequently contradict her own actions and renders her somewhat unpredictable in her behaviour. She has a strong sense of moral obligation and does not take well to witnessing injustice - nothing will prompt her to draw steel faster than witnessing abuse, regardless of who it troubles. She has a tendancy to place the safety of others above herself, even if she hardly knows them - the woman obviously has a rather broad altruistic streak, despite argument to the contrary. While she is prone to fussing over the safety of others, she clearly doesn't like being fussed over in turn - or at least, she pretends not to. Sarnai has a strong aversion to showing weakness, and genuinely panics when she feels she is at another's mercy - Or sometimes, when there is no percievable cause at all. This panic can rear its head in ugly ways - indeed, many of her more explosive outbursts draw disturbing parallels to Battle Shock, though she vehemently denies there is anything wrong with her mind. Sarnai is not above using her characteristic solemnity for comedic purposes, and occasionally shows she possesses a rather cutting wit. While she is capable of being diplomatic (allegedly) she prefers to speak bluntly, and much prefers others to do the same. It's difficult to rouse Sarnai's ire by accident, and she usually keeps her temper on a tight leash. She can generally be regarded as pragmatic, but reasonable - though this does not mean she is never an asshole. She has her moments like anyone else. Perhaps as a relic of her upbringing, Sarnai struggles to connect to other races and feels massively more comfortable around Xaela. This, unfortunately, is not always mutual - though she inwardly thinks of herself as a Xaela, her scales are still very much white. Wherever a solid melody can be found, Sarnai is usually sitting somewhere very near. Music is one of the few things that can bring the woman out of her shell (and out of hiding) immediately. Her own abilities with a lute are a little clumsy, but nothing helps tame the stubborn knight like offering to play music with or for her.
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