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Personality ^(wip)

Independent and reserved, Aya's standoffishness often comes across as rude. Small talk is unbearable, frivilous niceties make her grit her teeth. She'd rather jump to the point and doesn't mind interrupting others to do so.

Bio ^(wip)

ChildhoodBorn to a nomadic tribe in the Azim Steppe, Aya was a black sheep amongst her kin. From the moment her mother discovered her pregnancy, Aya was naught but a loathsome burden and an unfortunate symptom of participating in the world's oldest profession: prostitution.Her father's name escapes her mother's memory, and the only reason she recalls him at all is due to the scarcity of dunesfolk among her patrons. Aya's stature, her pointed ears, those green, cloudy eyes, and brown button nose point toward one possible man who her mother would have preferred to forget.Adults treated her as a pitiful half-breed while their children mocked Aya and her mother, ensuring she knew she could never truly be one of them. Still, she thought if she could prove herself useful, no one would be able to deny her place in the tribe. She wasn't strong enough to pull back a bow, nor big enough to wield a sword, but she was a damn good thief.Her mother's eyes lit up with a rare warmth when she brought home gil, taking her into an embrace Aya had so desperately craved without questioning where the money had come from. Whenever the tribe was camped outside a town, Aya's mom would leave to seek out men while her daughter snuck away looking for valuables to sell in the next town.Suddenly, the tribe was depending on her. Life was pleasant for a time. Aya felt loved, no matter how transactional her relationship was. She had the confidence to bite back against anyone who picked a fight with her, and subsequently grew into a scrappy little pre-teen with a shit-eating grin.Her opposition could no longer break her down so easily, especially after she stole herself a shiny pair of daggers, and she went from the tribe's resident loser to her peers' enemy number one. Their favorite punching bag now humiliated them each and every time they fought, and in their fury conspired to get rid of her for good.

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