User:Samalami

Samaiya Un Xaug Of The Mankhad
Gender	Female.
Race	Au ra
Clan	Xaela
Citizenship	Azim Steppes, Othard.
Server	Balmung
Nameday	8th Sun Of 4th Umbral Moon.
AGE	19
Guardian	Rhalgr
Alias	The Dotharl bastard, Moonstone, Bloodstone, Khatun Xaug, Mon Pitit.
Marital Status	Single

Prologue; Hot Metal singed the newly born Grey White haired Pale eyed beauty, and her mother watched helplessly as the poor child screamed in pain in her arms as the Dotharl brand Contacted with her Pale grey pigment. The Slaver that had an 'claim' on both her mother and her was very off putting and downright creepy...Seasons passed In Dotharl Kha and the now two captives looked upon this as ‘normal’. one day, in particular changed this as the men and women Of the Undying sharpened their blades and Weaponry to prepare for what would make the Dotharl Infamous and untrusted to their kin and outsider alike. The Charcoal Auri red eyed ‘Monster’ darted his eyes between them both with a stern and off putting face and addressed them both in a solemn tone;”I am leaving to massacre the Hotgo tribe with our kin..if i do not return, You are free from Captivity..if you are to Run or leave Abruptly, There will be dire consequences. The Mother of Dusk alone would not save you...or hear your cries. As you We’re.” Smojii then turned to face away from the two and march to war as if he was a form of a distant soldier joining his kin Samaiya turned to Samga with a awe struck face, and looked at her mother and spoke in a fearful soft childish tone; ”Did father just say..we are captives? Does that Mean I’m not Dotharl? Or Undying? I will not be reb-...” Samga cut off Her Kin and spoke in a frustrated and saddened tone;“That’s right..You’ve lived a unknowing lie..thus far..Nothing pains me more than seeing you not knowing what is. We are of the Mankhad, We are outsiders Make no mistake he is your father..You we’re forced into this world..I-i’m” Samga was Cut off By The Xaelic child running into her for an hug and wrapped her arms around the child not seeming to let go. “I love you Samaiya Mankhad..you are strong. A stone Among The Sands. Now, listen carefully..” Samga paused and looked towards the distancing Horde “There is a place to the south you must run and the Journey will be risky When you reach the grasslands there should appear a Exit the only one that is..It leads to the Ruby Sea..something that would alike to your true home..our true home.” Samga looked down at the crying Samaiya and pet her and guided her hands to her own neck and unhinged a metal necklace and spoke in a choked up tone and wrapped the necklace around Samaiya; ”Now go. Don’t look back nothing but pain is here for you. I will keep these ones from harming you. I love you Samaiya Mankhad...My Moon.” Samaiya Ran and never looked back and never did..Until later on.

The Trial of the Sands':A thunk hit the sand littered yurt flooring that seemed to harbor the higher Dotharl kha authorities,a hulking light mochi pigmented warmaster approached the two with an unamused face that somewhat hid under his sunrise auburn locks that could rival dawn itself, and he spoke in an Intimidating growl like tone as if the sands shifted when he spoke:”What’s the meaning of this? Who are you? More importantly, what’s in that awful smelling bag?” Before anymore could be spoken The grey pigmented Xaela Interjected:“I am Samaiya of the Mankhad and in the sack this is the remains of my former captor. I wish to gain my freedom and a sect Khatun-ship.” She looked to the pale raven haired Dotharl that did very much vouch for her and thus spoke:”I am here as one who witnessed the deed. Samaiya slew her captor and rather cruelly, I may add.” The hulking green warmaster seemed about ready to laugh and looked at Sama as if she was mad: ”You must be very bold or insane...or both.” He shook his head in a disbelief, and huffed:”Alright fine. You are to trek the desert and bring me an intact golem’s heart. If you do, you are granted both khatun-ship and your freedom. If you are to return empty handed, I will slay you. Now go.” Sama nodded slightly and gave Drohkya a bright smile that soon faded as she turned to trek into the desert.The sands seemed just as bitter as the dotharl, that day; Her grey silhouette faded with each passing moment Sama was doomed from the start this was a ‘way out’ be that death or triumph. Sama had just a waterskin and her attire. The odds seemed not generous to such a kind creature. An evening passed and only the moon stained the ground and it was only faint in light a coherent crunch encountered Sama’s footing she stepped on a white tree like substance. Her pale peach outlined eyes widened in horror. Bones, a sea of them stained the sands In her wake. Sama huffed, swallowing fear and her pride as she began to trek the path.

She was not about to join the pile of the deceased that lay before her. Crunch after crunch consumed every step she took. The time passed seemed like it was an eternity or her last step.. however mountains consumed her view and she opened the waterskin that she touched ever so slightly to conserve such a valued resource in such a bitter environment. She was in view of what seemed to be cleavage in the dull rocky terrain her feet touched the rock as the sand shifted to the unforgiving harsh surface, and she huffed questioning everything now mouthing a Xaelic swear word and she continued onwards towards the crevice that seemed to be getting more and more further she was going into a trance state and She blinked in disbelief as a figure that appeared in front of her her very much resembling Samaiya’s own. It was her mother she gained some tears Her throat became drier than the the depth of the hells and she caved onto her knees and began to hyperventilate the apparition that formed Samga went to touch Samaiya’s chin to have her look up to her features:”Dearest child..You really think this was going to end here, we will meet again..this i promise you..today is not that day.” Sama opened her mouth to respond to the delusion of the desert:”I wanted to get more time with you..”

Sam awoke to another dim lit moonlight this time a fire seemed to grace her presence and a few tents a elderly Xaela seemed to grace her presence aswell:”Where am I?” Sama let out a futile wail of speech:”You are in the presence of Mierqid..you’re very lucky..and also very sad..your features express tragedy and confliction, so..tell me..your mother? She was someone who you held dear?” Sama went wide eyed and a look of shock consumed her features but she conformed out of respect for the elder:”She’s dead...By the one who enslaved us..I hated every fiber of him..The only good thing was his death..It bought my freedom.” The elderly Xaela interjected:”You really think this is freedom child? No..this was to kill you that is not freedom..what are you after? A stone a dagger? What?” Sama huffed:”A golem’s heart.” The Xaela Looked at Sam with a bit of sadness:”Well..there’s a Cave filled with a few..Lemme guess? Purple eyes?” Sam nodded and took another drink of her refreshing water:”Yes..” The elder gained more sadness Within her features:”You are promising. child..Don’t let such a creature be the end of you, for the sake of both your mother and I.” The Elder Approached Sama once more:”Whatever you deem best, Be safe..Do you have people, that you still Hold dear?” Sama Nodded Slowly:”Yes..She was my adopted Mother..I may Know not of her Whereabouts but Once this is over i plan on Visiting her.” The elder Nodded Once more:”I See...Well Get some rest..You will need it..May The Dusk Mother and Dawn Father watch over you.” Sama Smiled With Genuine kindness and Nodded In return and proceeded to rest mouthing a thank you ‘prior to’ her sleep.

The Fiery Unforgiving sun Beat against Sama’s Recovery Tent like the hells that was soon to follow she Emerged from such alone two water skin’s and small Urn that Withheld food appeared danger close she nodded to herself smiling at the kind gesture that she was grateful yet undeserving of such? She shrugged and huffed eating whatever consisted of her dawnfast. She finished quick and Hoisted herself up Grabbing her waterskins. her clothes seemed to be changed to Accommodate the Unforgiving desert heat and She made her way The recovery tent and Urn Put in their Proper places together out of respect for the kind Mierqid. The cache was theirs it was only appropriate to bury such again, and the factor she disliked taking things she didn’t own. either way she made her way to the cave that was enclosing in by a small crack in the now formated and dull foundation that seemed to put her Ishgardian cobble skin to shame The cleavage eventually came to an end and a Dimly Lit cavern awaited her She huffed the fear fading from her features she also Utilised some of the rawhide and Thick bark to make a torch Striking such against the stone Entry.

a Sea of Bone once again consumed her visage and she made her way once more Slightly Treading on the remains of the ones of the ones before her that bore no fruit in trying to make the purple eyed golem have its rest she eyed a nearby and very crude spear and plucked it from the ribcage of the one who came before her. She took a few paces forward to the unending pit of failures. eyeing the purple lit creature that seemed to be pigmented naturally by the blood of the ones it slew, The crimson creature that seemed to be stirring and constructing before her very eyes it most certainly towered over her and most stone constructs. She briefly closed her eyes Steadying her weaponry and torch and readying herself it seemed to be approaching at a more steady pace she looked to the ground eyeing the remains of the lost and dropping her Torch that very much resembled her fiery determination, aswell to make her spear more of use. She continued to back up into the narrow entrance looking back briefly and before long the golem’s reach was obstructed from the small gap in the stone and without further hesitation Sama brought her spear to the deep red constructs chest twice the monstrous rock jerked back and she drove herself forward and delivered the killing blow, as it crumbled into many pieces and the purple stone became docile, and she grabbed it. and made her way back out of the cavern. Victorious. An Unrelenting look to her face as the sands seemed to ebb and flow with the wind direction. She emerged from the Sands that almost granted her death, a free Xaela. the Warmaster that gave her a suicide mission had an Awestruck face and as the purple gem hit the granite table:”You Actually accomplished the impossible... what would you like your Sect to be called?” ”Xaug.” Sama replied with a firmly stone look to her face, and the warmaster nodded:”Very well you are from here on Khatun Samaiya Xaug Un Mankhad. You are both free from slavery and persecution..Savor it.” Sama Nodded and eyed him with a sullen look:”This was to end me wasn’t it?” The warmaster nodded a slight Grimace to his face:”You did not join the dead though..As much as It was to be expected. don't take this for granted.” Sama smiled with a hint of resilience:”Somethings are worth Proving wrong.” And as Hot iron is melted into a sword, As was Samaiya. forged in the fires of resilience.

Interests

Likes Snuggling. Running in a grassy meadow That leads to a Beach. Going into the water With nothing on and catching Fish.

Dislikes Her Dotharl Bastardization. Slavers. People whom are self entitled. Being in a helpless state.

Favorites Foods: Sushi, Aaruul, Lamb, Seafood. Steppe/Hingan Cuisine. Drinks: Fruit Drinks. Hingashin Tea. Colors: Apricot, Teal, Grey.

Hobbies

• Spear Fishing.
• Cooking.
• Sparring.

Appearance

Hair/Fur: Pastel blue.
Skin: Ishgardian Cobblestone.
Eyes: Coerthas streamlet with Peach outlining.
Height: 4'8"
Weight: Eighty two ponze.
Build: Toned.

A Dotharl Tribal Brand from hot metal disfigures almost the entirety of her abdomen.

A small beastial scar is close to overlaping the brand.

Four Flogging blemishes vandalize and stray across her back.

Samaiya usually adorns Robes and varied Coats and seems to cover Most if not all of her abdomen.

Her journey in the desert seemed to of given her pronounced cheekbones making her features windswept and aged ever so slightly.

Personality

• Alignment

  Chaotic neutral.

• Motivation

  Self preservation, and to better herself in any form. Making sure other slaves do not suffer outside the Azim Steppe.

• Disposition

  An Optimistic yet hardened outlook, encases her mindset.

• Outlook

  Samaiya Views Conflict as needed and and views wars as Grey not fully bad or good, she also knows there are casualties and one cannot save them all if one is to die to save many, so be it.

• Positive personality traits

  Attractive, Mature, Charismatic, Benevolent, Gentle, Insightful, Altruistic, Focused, Resilient.

• Negative personality traits

  Conceited, Sentimental, Careless, Faithless, Melancholic, Dogmatic, Fickle, Insecure.

Relationships

♥ Romantic Interest, ♥ Sexual Interest, ♥ Platonic Love, ♦ Good Standing, ● Neutral Standing, ↓ Poor Standing

Romantic Interest

♥ TBD - ALSO TBD ♥

Platonic Love

♥ Siegfried Blutritter. - Samaiya Met Siegfried at a Strange but Convenient time threw the interactions they've had she was saved from Re-enslavement by her father. she truly loves and respects the man.

♥ M'lissa Keht. Samaiya Met her during a dark time akin to Sigfried. she was but a helpless whelp and she loves her with every fiber of her being and accepts for who she is.

Good Standing

♦ Drohkya Dotharl - Samaiya Originally met Drohkya threw a group of mutual friends and she views Drohkya as one of the only trustworthy and less dramatic Dotharl.

♦ Shudarga Tumetkahkol - Considering the few times Samaiya Met Drohkya's mated she thinks they are both a good fit for each other, a unique Relationship for equally unique Xaela.

Neutral Standing

♥ Cotota Dazkar - She cared deeply for her former lover but ultimately wasted almost two summers being in a relationship with them..their bittersweet farewell was the best that can be done.

● Ajirai Dotharl - Samaiya Doesn't Trust the Warleader and thinks they are rather xenophobic and bias, but hasn't a reason to fear or hate them.

Poor Standing

↓ Smojii Dotharl - Her father was a detestable figure in her life, and will most likely be never forgiven by Samaiya for killing her mother. he deserved to be robbed of a honorable death.

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Footnotes

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