Kamaoe
Legend
General Information:
Name: Nayanei
Other Names: Anei
Titles: YaVei
Age: 20
Race: Makani
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Current Residence: The forest
Relationship Status: Single
Social Status: Warrior, animal husbander
Physical Appearance:
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120lbs
Wing bredth: 14'6
Eye Color: Light golden
Skin Color: Light pink, hidden beneath feathers
Shape of Face: Shorter, more hooked beak
Distinguishing Features: Her wildly red feathers
Build of Body: On the taller side for a YaVei, very slim
Feathers: Black on her back and white on the front of her body, which are often dyed red
Beak: Short, dark gray and hooked
Posture: She stands up straight and tall
Is Seen By Others As: Red bird
Scars: None yet
Voice: Loud and scratchy
Personality:
Likes: Makani, dying her feathers red, herself
Dislikes: Groundlings
Strengths: Has some knowledge of hunting and combat
Weaknesses: Vain, thinks more about how others will see her
Fears: Groundlings
Values: Manna and her people
Education: None
Languages: Yakai, Kayamon (conversational)
General Attitude: Kind enough, enjoys attention, even if from groundlings
Religious Inclination: Manna
General Intelligence: A little over average
General Sociability: Social with other makani, will only resort to speaking with groundlings if there's no one else around.
Alignment: True neutral
Short Term Goals:
Stay red []
Long Term Goals:
Get better red []
Praise Manna []
Possessions:
Wardrobe: Wears a red loincloth and has a leather pauldron
Jewelry: None, but likes the shiny baubles with a preference for gold
Pets/Animals: None
Owned Homes: A tree in a forest
Carried Inventory: Her mirror, a flint knife, her clothing, and a stick spear.
General Inventory: See above
General Wealth: She has nothing
Health:
Illnesses: None currently
Allergies: Onions, garlic, cabbage, kale, and mushrooms
Injuries: None currently
Sleeping Habits: She sleeps well
Energy Levels: She has rather high energy
Eating Habits: She eats at least once a day, if she can eat fruit, she will
Exercise Habits: She glides and moves everyday
Memory: It could be better, there seems to be some mental block that prevents her from thinking about before the fall of the island
Unhealthy Habits: None currently
Drinking Habits: None, doesn't drink
History:
Birthplace: Vata'inu
Childhood: She spent her childhood on Vata'inu, learning to hunt and breed animals.
Teen Years: The Disaster struck, and her life became turmoil. She doesn't like to think about this time. It is when she come to the new Continent.
Adulthood: Living with a group in the forest, she does her best. Ongoing.
Family History: She comes from a small family unit which has been scattered to the winds.
Past Places of Residences: Vata'inu, Storm's Landing (briefly), her forest home.
Places Traveled: Vata'inu, Storm's Landing, the forests between Compendium and Astrakhan
Combat:
Peaceful or violent: Violent reactions to hostility
Weaponry: Flint knife, hardened stick spears
Combat Training: She is okay at combat, with some training from her upbringing. She is not as good as others.
Training & Skills:
Primitive weapon making (Basic)
Animal husbandry (Basic)
Hunting (Basic)
Fighting (Basic)
Other Trivia:
Occupation: She's a hunter and an animal breeder
Favorite Types of Food: She likes meat and fruit
Favorite Types of Drink: Water
Hobbies/Pastimes: She likes to make simple weapons in her spare time
Favorite Colors: Red, gold, and rose
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Nayanei glided from branch to branch, her keen eyes on the forest floor. On hand steadied her as she alighted on the next branch, the other gripping a blackened, sharpened stick, this functioning as her spear. She scanned the forest floor, moving her head right, then left. Letting the leaves and branch settle, she waited for some sign of movement. After a few moments; There! From a bush a young rabbit cautiously crept. Nayanei's hand shifted on the primitive spear, and she adjusted her weight on the branch. A snap rang through the air as she accidentally placed her foot wrong. She didn't think it was that loud, but the rabbit was running. Her heart sinking, she gives chase. Leaping and gliding from tree to tree she chases it to a steep hillside. It had rained earlier, and the ground there was still slick and caked in mud. The rabbit ran, trying to gain purchase on the muddy ground and could make no headway. At the treeline, Nayanei's feathers fluffed, in her mind this kill being assured. She glided down toward the rabbit, in her mind thinking that she was the greatest hunter, that she was death on wings, that she could do no wrong! She pulled back her stick spear, and as she went to thrust forward, the rabbit turned and ran the other direction, getting no headway in trying to climb the hill. For Nayanei, time became a slow experience. She watched as her spear slammed into the mud, and as she lost her footing, with her prey not there to take the blow. She felt helpless as she slammed into the sticky, red mud. She tried to rise, folding her wings back to not hinder herself in getting up, but only managed to slip and slide back down the hill. Covered in mud, soaked, she turns to see if there's any chance of recovering the rabbit. She feels shame floods her as the rabbit is nowhere to be seen, covered in mud, and empty handed. Ashamed and abashed, she turns to return to where she lives, in a tiny community with several other Makani. After a half hour walk, one she didn't want to repeat, she returns, there are snickers and outright laughs from the others. Despite the more lax class views, it was still a blow to see the Po laughing behind their wings. Head down, she charges ahead to a small stream where she can remove the mud. Washing her feathers, she's shocked to find they've been stained by the mud. Her once white feathers are now a rusty red. She covers her body with her black wings, and scurries up the tree in which she's made her home, to dry and see what she looked like. She pulls out her most precious item, given to her when she was first fished out of the ocean by the Great Disaster. A mirror, foggy, but she can see what's been done to her. She twists her head, this way and that, slowly finding that she doesn't mind the color at all. In fact, she actually likes it. Her once white feathers have become a striking red, and she cannot help but to admire herself. She continues to admire herself in the foggy mirror, only more and more impressed by what she's done inadvertently. Only when she loses light to see, does she move down from her tree. Now dry, she makes her way to the rest of those in her community. At her approach, they turn to regard her, and the beaks of several hang open. She joins them for food, pretending that nothing is amiss, but loving the attention. She decides to keep the color, and see if she can't further refine it as time goes on.
