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Post by Amuna on Jan 31, 2016 23:18:28 GMT
I understand that everyone's interest in the Deadzone, Nomads, and Sankru is a bit low right now (since the story of the show isn't in that area anymore), but I would love some threads for Amuna. So I figure the best way to do that is to get Amuna OUT of the DeadZone.
For the first time in her life, Amuna leaves the DeadZone. Rumours of the Wanheda stretched into the desert and she follows them, torn between using the possible power to make a change for people like her or just using that power for revenge, because let's face it, nomadic lives suck and she has a right to be angry.
This places her anywhere from the Azgeda territory to the Trikru territory to the Arker territory following whispers and rumours of the Wanheda. She is woefully out of place in any of them, her light flowing nomadic clothing not meant for the cold nor for traveling through the woods. Don't get me started on the animals that live in the lively areas.
So she may run into danger. People, animals, and whatnot.
She may catch a lead and find the path of the Wanheda or those that hunt her.
She may find the Wanheda's people.
So this will open Amuna up to a lot of potential and threads.
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Post by Amuna on Jan 16, 2016 23:00:13 GMT
"We threaten the well-being of the whole." It was something that she had pondered for years. Why throw out a baby? What made her so wrong that no one wanted her save for a woman who would abandon her in a heartbeat if her presence had threatened her son's life. Her adoptive-mother had explained to the best of her ability, but it still grated at Amuna.
The outsider did not understand. He came from another world, it seemed. One that might have spared her years of suffering, perhaps.
Not that it changed anything now.
"Not all are stains like me. My... differences are mostly on the surface, though I admit I am a bit more sensitive towards temperature than the average Sankru." Amuna could not bring herself to look at the man. Would she see pity on his face? Disgust towards her or the people who abandoned her? It was not something she dared to find out. What good would it do her? Her fate to wander the desert on an endless journey for a place to belong would not change even if someone pitied her unfortunate circumstances. "Some can not survive without a great deal of care. Some could pass on their differences to children, potentially causing the weakness to spread through generations. It seems cruel, and it is, but it's their way of ensuring the survival of their people."
Yes, she was bitter about it, but she had long since stopped taking it personally. While she did not like what the Sankru did, she at least understood why they did it. Sort of.
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Post by Amuna on Nov 24, 2015 1:51:19 GMT
"I'm well aware that they're not worth having." Her fingers dug into the fabric of her shawl, catching on the loose threads. After a moment she released it and dropped her hand to her side. It was her security blanket, of sorts, and something that rarely was removed. Few had seen her without it. "No one who abandons a baby in the sand to die is worth having."
She did not know how to respond to his reaction. His face had not changed from its guarded expression devoid of anything that hinted towards disgust or prejudiced hatred that she was used to seeing from the few who saw her without her shawl. It was unsettling. He truly seemed to be entirely unphased by the sight of her mutations.
"Try telling that to those who gave birth to me." There as the underlying heat of bitterness in her voice. The woman who had rescued her had pointed out the settlement that had abandoned her, but neither of them had any way of knowing who within were her parents. It just tempted Amuna to set fire to very last tent.
"I survive because I have to, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a stain." No Grounder village would accept her within their territory. Some may tolerate her passing through and may be willing to barter and accept her valuables, but none were welcoming. "It's tactics. I'm tainted and they can't risk that spreading along the bloodlines and ruining future generations. It's nothing personal."
But it was personal, at least to her, but it was a part of life that she could not change.
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Post by Amuna on Oct 31, 2015 21:20:39 GMT
The idea that someone would risk their life in the Dead Zone was not exactly a new concept for her. It was merely something that she saw rarely and always from a distance. The closest experience she had to it was with her adoptive family, but she never doubted that her adoptive mother would never risk herself for Amuna if it put her son at risk.
It was strange but admirable to see at any rate.
"The Sankru are protective of their own, but they're not my people." She had mentioned that she had no people before but clearly he had not connected the dots. Avoiding it now was near impossible so she bit the proverbial bullet and stopped to pull off her shawl. The removal only revealed two of her mutations - the horns and allowed glimpses of her forked tongue when she spoke.
Amuna averted her eyes and counted in her head. Ten long seconds passed before she laid the shawl back over her hair to hide the horns again. "I am a stain, so I'm as good as dead to them. I have no people."
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Post by Amuna on Oct 25, 2015 23:33:26 GMT
"You're welcome." Amuna might have smiled at him, but it was impossible to tell with the cloth covering her face. The cloth covering her face was something that she missed being able to take off in front of others. Her adoptive family were the only ones who got to see her without the cloth and she had found a comfort in not having to hide herself.
But the shawl was easier to deal with than having to watch the way she spoke to keep her tongue from being seen. It certainly was easier than having to deal with the reaction others had when they saw what the shawl hid.
"They must be important to you for you to risk the Deadzone for them." She gave no immediate reply to his question. Amuna tended to avoid getting too close for other people so her automatic question would have been negative. Yet she gave it a moment of consideration, shifting through her memories to make sure she had not seen someone like him even in the distance.
She vaguely remembered seeing a small group that dressed similar to him. Maybe they were his people. "Maybe. I wasn't close enough to get a good look."
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Post by Amuna on Oct 17, 2015 0:57:58 GMT
"Less than a day's journey," She answered as she glanced towards him. Amuna was not sure how he may measure distance. Her adoptive mothered used to measure with water - the distance travelled between sips of water. It was probably a method adopted to help teach two young kids to ration water. Amuna eventually began measuring by days and nights when she abandoned drinking on a regular basis.
She paused and glanced up at the sky, measuring the time by the sun. Her shawl shifted from her face a bit, catching on her horns and not falling off. "We should get there while the sun is still high, but there probably won't be enough time to get to any other landmark afterwards."
"I have no people." She fixed her shawl and caried on. His question made her grimace from behind the breezy fabric shielding her face. He was definitely not from the DeadZone. Part of her was tempted to explain truth of what she was, of the stain on her family bloodline, but she could not. This was someone who knew little enough about the Sankru to not know that nomads were typically mutated exiles. "Where's yours?"
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Post by Amuna on Oct 8, 2015 18:41:46 GMT
"I can't say I blame you. Any of you, really." It was surreal to imagine any Grounder would back down from a fight, especially one that they were ensured to win. It was hard to swallow it as the truth. He had plenty of reason to lie if he wanted to amass an army to rebel. He would need as many bodies as he could get, especially if the rest of the Coalition backed the Trikru commander.
It was not her fight though, even if he claimed it was the blood of her people. Her blood, stained as it was, was hers alone. Her people had made sure of that when they left her to die. She was alone.
"What if the Coalition bands together against you?" She asked instead. Numbers would be against any rebellion.
She had no stake in this. No desire for revenge. No attachment to the Sankru. There was no motivation for her to pick sides If she did join she would likely die in a battle she had no reason to fight. She did, however, know of some Nomads who may be willing to join the rebellion. They rarely needed much reason to fight. It gave them a purpose, if only for a short time.
"I know of a few who may join you," Her hand lifted for a second, brushing against the shawl covering her hair and mouth to assure herself it was still there. "They don't stay in one place for very long, but I know where they'll be. They tend to follow a set path."
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Post by Amuna on Oct 5, 2015 16:17:34 GMT
Word of what happened at Mount Weather took a while to reach the Sankru settlements and longer to reach Amuna. It was by chance that she overheard some Sankru people talking about it and although curious about it, she could not approach them to ask what happened. She had only been sneaking by, intending to filch some of their supplies. Besides, it had to do with the Sankru and the Coalition, not her. She was an outsider.
Still the talk made her uneasy and she had to wonder if she heard correctly. It honestly made little to no sense to her. The Trikru commander had amassed an army, including some of the Sankru, but called for a retreat when they were at their enemy's doorstep in exchange for their captive people. The Sankru she overheard talking about it expressed disdain for the decision, but Amuna doubted they would do anything about it.
It was by chance she learned about what happened at the mountain and by chance that she came across the group of Trikru with the scar of fresh injustice in their heart.
She expected nothing from them. She was a stain against the bloodline of her people and none would ever take her in. Yet she watched them as they spoke to a small group of Sankru. Once the two groups separated she approached the Trikru.
"Is it true?" Her question was not directed at any one in particular, but certainly one would step forward and answer. "Is it the that the Trikru commander denied you your just blood?"
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Post by Amuna on Oct 5, 2015 14:21:16 GMT
The stranger was alone and his clothing was strange. It was not Sankru clothing and that allowed Amuna to relax a margin. She thought that he might be from outside the Dead Zone although she had no idea why he would come into the desert. There was hardly anything within the Dead Zone worth risking the sun and the sands for.
"Not far," She spoke softly as her freehand went up to her shawl to ensure it was covering her mouth. Outsider or not she was wary of letting any of her deformities show. The man sounded off. Flat, even. She wondered if this was how he always sounded or if there was some factor she could not see that flattened his tone. She also wondered what he was doing alone. Few travelled alone. Not with the scale-beasts roaming the sands. Mentally shaking herself, Amuna told herself that his reasons and story did not matter. He would come and go like all the others so knowing the details about him was a waste of time.
"Water sources are rare." The woman kept walking, having no intention of stopping. Not quite going in the direction he had come from, but towards his right. If he followed, he followed. If not, well, then she hoped that he did not desperately need water because the next closest source would take days to get to - if no sandstorms cropped up. "There's an oasis near here. Clean water, but occasionally scale-beasts are there. Feel free to follow, if you're inclined. My waterskin is running low."
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Post by Amuna on Oct 4, 2015 3:39:21 GMT
This was not the first time that Amuna found herself atop a dune not far from the village she was born in. It was a Sankru settlement, not overly large in size, but filled with enough people to make her wary of coming any closer. She may have been born there but she was an outsider to them, condemned to die as a baby in the harsh sands outside any Sankru home.
They would never accept her back, but she did not want to return. They were not her people. They were not her parents. The only parent she had known was the woman who took care of her despite her malformations. The woman who had loved her and named her. No, the people who lived within this village were no family.
Her fingers tightened on the small blade hooked to her belt and she imagined going into the village. It was not the first time she thought of this and she doubted it would be her last. She would always imagine finding the couple who brought her into this world, slitting their throats, and leaving them helpless in the desert to die.
It would be a fitting end, but as always her fingers loosened and she turned away. Her adoptive mother had stopped her before and now her own desire to live kept her from acting on the rage she carried in her heart. If she tried she would be killed before doing any real damage to any of the Sankru.
One of these days, when she lost hope, she would die and take as many of this village with her. That day was not today, but she had a feeling it would come soon enough. The loneliness and the endless sand were starting to get to her.
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Post by Amuna on Oct 4, 2015 3:13:34 GMT
Golden sand shifted beneath her feet but Amuna's pace did not change. She walked with the sure-footed gait of someone born on the sands. She might as well have been, chucked far from the hard packed dirt of her family village into the shifting, burning sands. The sun continued to down on her head and she readjusted the shawl draped over her head and wrapped around her face. Pulling it free she lifted her waterskin to her lips to take a sip before returning the shawl to it's place covering her mouth and nose.
The Dead Zone was a cruel place for anyone and Amuna was used to not spying anyone in the distance for days, even weeks at a time. She tended to avoid the more populated portions, but she was running out of water and knew of a small oasis closer to the border between the Dead Zone and the living zone.
She stopped when she spotted a figure in the distance. Shielding her eyes with one hand and gripping a dagger with the other, she hoped that it was not part of one of the bandits that scoured the desert. If it was, she hoped that he was alone because there was no way she could fend off more than one at once.
Taking her chances she continued in the direction she was going, knowing too well that he would notice her. Her need for water was too great for a detour to avoid someone who could very well not be a danger to her well-being.
Still, she kept her hand on the hilt of her small blade just in case.
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Post by Amuna on Sept 29, 2015 22:56:39 GMT
Amuna had not seen him coming, her eyes wide in horror and locked on the beast. The sound of an unfamiliar male's voice was a blessing she had not expected. The scale-beast was knocked away, giving her a chance to put some distance between herself and the beast.
The man had no armour and a chunk of driftwood, but he managed to save her. Her eyes darted between the beast and the man, unable to think of a way to help him. Not that he needed help. The beast turned on him and he avoided its strike, getting the best of of it and taking it out with rock. It was a crude defense and take out, but it was doubtful that either would complain.
"I'm okay." She reached for her headscarf to cover her mouth when she spoke but grasped at empty air. Her eyes widened and cheeks paled when she realised she had lost the strip of cloth and her horns were bared. The woman turned immediately and kicked at the sand, trying to uncover it. She spotted movement and found the scarf hooked on a strip of jagged wood in the boat. It only took her a moment to detach it and settle it back into place over her horns and mouth to hide the forked tongue as she spoke.
"Thank you," she said as she turned back to him. Her English was decent, but heavily accented as if she was not entirely used to using it. Although she was bleeding and obviously aching, she seemed to be alright. He had saved her, after all. "You're my hero. I owe you one."
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Post by Amuna on Sept 29, 2015 6:19:48 GMT
Amuna used to wonder if her body would keep searching for the City of Light long after she had taken her last breath. She had been walking since she could remember. She had been lost in the sands, turned around, attacked, and worn out again and again. Yet she always kept walking. It had become some type of instinct.
There was nothing else for her so why would she ever stop?
She did not stop when she discovered the mines. She did not stop when she crested the hill and saw the light of the setting sun glittering off the reflective surfaces of the solar panels. Her quiet determination kept her moving. She found the sea and crafted herself a boat from scrap materials she found nearby.
She ended up tossed on a shore on the other side of the sea, leg scraped by the teeth of a sea-monster and arm bleeding from where her raft had broken apart and sliced into her flesh. It was completely dark when she woke up and she ached so much all she could do was crawl into a nearby broken boat and sleep.
Only to weak with a scream as a creature slammed into the side of the boat, throwing her out of it. She scrambled back and fumbled for her spear with numb fingers only to find it missing. Vivid memories of her treacherous time of sea flashed before her eyes. The spear has been lost in an attempt to injure the seamonster. She barely had time to reach for an alternative weapon, a dagger and raise it to defend herself from the oversized lizard that intended to have her for dinner.
"No you don't!" Amuna kicked at it and scrambled to her feet. The world twisted and dipped, but she managed to stay on her feet as the creature prepared to pounce again. "I've come too far for a scaly little thing to stop me!"
Unfortunately scaly beasts did not speak her language.
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Post by Amuna on Sept 28, 2015 17:13:06 GMT
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.:Name:. Amuna
.:Nick Name:. N/A
.:Affiliation:. Grounder-Nomad
.:Age:. 19
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Amuna is a tall, beautiful young woman with olive skin and brown almond-shaped eyes. She has long black hair, generally kept tamed in a loose braid. She has three very distinctive features - small horn-line protrusions on her head, typically covered by a shawl, a forked tongue, and rough skin like scales from right hip to right shoulder with some spreading halfway to her belly button. She dresses much line other nomadic Grounders, skin covered in breathable fabric to keep the sun off and to protect herself from the sand and winds.
.:Height:. 5'9"
.:Portrayed by:. Deepika Padukone
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Amuna is a charitable soul who hates seeing someone in need. She has a soft spot for outsiders, like herself, and will do what she can to aid them. While she is soft-spoken, she is actually fairly opinionated and has a temper quick to fire, but just as quick to burn out. She is a tactile person, feeling a need for physical contact with her companions.
While she seems shy she is actually fairly open and welcoming once someone gets under her skin. She also gets sassy when she's comfortable.
.:Special Skills:. Basic hand-to-hand, adept archery, and decent skill with throwing blades (although she's rubbish at finding them in the sand afterwards.)
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Dead Zone
.:Family:. Mother, father, elder sister, and little brother she never met. She has not seen them in years.
Adoptive mother, Shakir, and adoptive brother Imar - both deceased.
.:Occupation:. Nomad
.:History:. When Amuna was born her parents considered hiding the small protrusions on her head as a suspected result of her mother eating too much scale-beast meat during her pregnancy. They reasoned that they were small enough for people not to notice and even spoke of cutting or filing the down and the scales on part of her body could just be easily covered. They knew, however, that they could do nothing to save their child when she cried for the first time and they saw the forked tongue within her mouth. Disgusted by the defects they cast her out to die in the desert sands.
She was saved from certain death by a nomadic woman with one child already on her hip and a third eye. She took Amuna in, gave her a name, and raised her as if she were her own. She travelled with her adopted family for quite some time until a particularly bad sandstorm trapped them in a cave. It was an illness that took Shakir and Imar's lives, one hastened by the lack of water.
Amuna had no choice but to continue travelling on her own, heading north towards the City of Lights Shakir had told her about.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Xirena
.:How Did You Find Us:. I was already here. Woooo, spooky!
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