A'duhn Tia

Biography

Name:
Full Name: A'duhn Tia
Nickname(s): N/A
Pronunciation: ah-DOO-n TEE-uh

Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160lbs
Body type: Lean muscles and slender build
Hair color: Golden
Eye color: Green
Skin color: Dark brown

History

Hailing from the A tribe, A'duhn was often praised for his incredible agility and quick step. Since a young age, A'duhn held fast his relationship with his mother, A'shtani. He clung to her tail throughout his childhood, his bright green eyes following her everywhere she went. Each time A'tyak, the Nuhn of his tribe, lectured and scolded him for his lacking progress with the bow, A'shtani would come to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder and sending a comforting smile his way. It was in his fifteenth year that A'duhn lost his mother. When the tribe awoke that morning, the airs rang out with the sounds of metal grinding upon metal, and within a bell, the Garlean squad of 5 arrived - their bodies clad in pristine steel, and their weapons bloodied, they struck. The A tribe had little time to process the events rapidly unfurling. A'tyak took up his bow, that which he had not held between determined fingers for many years, and his children took up arms beside him. And even with each Garlean soldier outnumber 2:1, the youth of the A tribe ensured an even playing field. Those Miqo'te not adept in the battlecrafts, fled. A'duhn, wide-eyed and inexperienced, knew he stood no chance against a Garlean squad, and turned tail to guide his tribe members to safety. With the roars of battle behind him, A'duhn ran on, never looking back on his village, towards those he must protect. It wasn't until the night grew old and the sun began to return to the land that A'duhn saw his brothers and sisters returning - four less than when the battle began - holding the corpses of those who were not able to escape the initial carnage. His eyes scanned the faces of the warriors, until they fell upon A'tyak, solemnly carrying the body of A'shtani.

It was that day that A'duhn decided to leave the tribe. With the gazes of the brothers and sisters he had always known averted to the sand beneath their feet, he began a journey towards the sun, his head held high with dignity but his shoulders selling a posture of someone who has been struck with a warhammer to the back. Pledging he would never allow anyone close to him perish ever again, A'duhn sought the strength to fight and a weapon to match his step.