|Relatives||Khalun Ejinn(Pretend sister, like a real sister to her still.)|
Sarantuya Avagnar, an Au Ra Xaela woman who was originally from the Avagnar tribe at a young age. Her original tribe was attacked and forced to assimilate with another tribe, or were murdered instead, she escaped the brutal onslaught of her tribe getting murdered, leaving with only a small group of Avagnar members, barely escaping with her life. The small group travelled with together until they met another tribe in the desert lands, the Bairon tribe. They were friendly and offered their hospitality, even though it was small, they joined with them, roaming the deserts. A life style she got tired of as she got older, she split apart and ran away, fleeing to Eorzea. Once she adjusted to these new lands, after a long conversation with her pretend-sister, the woman decided to pick up the Avagnar name once again, using it with pride like she knows she should, uncaring, and unfearful of any consequences it may bring. Her extremely curious self has her asking questions often to learn about the new lands, her ignorant selfs show rather easily, though she tends to almost always have a rather cheery attitude.
Sarantuya is short, barely standing at four feet eight inches. Her face is rather smooth, despite the scales along her cheek and neck. Her hair is violet colored, though in a new land where she can easily get it changed, it is subject to change often. She possesses white eyes, along with a bright red limbal ring around both eyes. The horns that grow on the side of her head are curved to point forward, ending near her mouth. There are two silver bands on the ends of them, ones she found in the desert. Her voice is rather light. Her body is slim, and lacks much of a 'figure', though she haves muscles from constantly travelling, and using a spear long ago. On her right hand, she is missing her pinky finger, generally she has gloves on hiding the fact, though. When Sarantuya speaks she's rather slow with her words, still not used to using the common language in Eorzea, she finds herself still having to think over how to say and pronounce words, so she tends to be slow while talking. In her natural language, she speaks rather quick.
Sarantuya was apart of the Avagnar tribe when she was born, a tribe that was defeated by the Adarkim tribe due to their large amount of numbers. While a few amount of people managed to avoid the conflict, Sarantuya being one of them with a small group, they left and explored elsewhere, hoping to possibly find others from their tribe, but instead hit desert lands, where they ran into another tribe, not the Adarkim thankfully, but the Bairon tribe. They were to low on supplies to continue alone, and shortly after would of been assimilated into their tribe, where Sarantuya learned how to survive the harsh desert lands. Many years passed until she was twenty-four, where she then decided it was time to start a new life. Her, and a small group of others from the Bairon tribe, would split off, taking their leave from the desert, and found themself a port that traveled to Eorzea, Limsa Lominsa more specifically. Once there, the group she was with split up, all leaving on their own to explore these new lands and learn about them, hoping to one day meet again and share their findings.
After her close friend Glory went missing, the girl spent quite the time with her Company looking for her, until they finally found her in Ishgard. While Sara was hesitant on actually going there, she's been there quite a few times now, finally associating with the Machinists guild and furthering her knowledge with their weaponry. While she still uses her shotgun and revolvers, she now has even more tricks up her sleeve for combat to keep her safe. In an attempt to help free her friend from being stuck only in Ishgard, a Trial by Combat was held, and Sara was chosen to be her friend's champion. With a grin on her face the woman accepted, knowing this was a good way to prove her skills in combat. As she fought, her legs were sliced, and she ended up with a sword wound through her stomach that was twisted some before the girl shot her gun between his armor into the knight's neck, ending him. The girl passed out from pain and blood loss, though was saved thankfully by the magic of her healer friends. Despite a close call with death, the girl was simply happy with the fact she won.
After a long time being in these lands and using guns, Sara's changed her lifestyle, going out to search for a close friend who is teaching her how to use her emotions for strength, to be like a Dark Knight. The girl's training has gone fantastic, Sara picking up on things rather quickly. She's mostly sworn off using her old guns, now sticking with her greatsword, and plans to only get stronger to be a true hero like she truly desires! Sara's moved off to live in the mists, despite hating the fact she lives near the water, she does enjoy the people she lives near.
Some of these rumors may be false, feel free to add your own! (Currently WIP)