Post by sadu on Mar 31, 2024 16:58:06 GMT -6
Sadu "Heavensflame" Dotharl
"Look here Little Sun! THIS IS TRUE STRENGTH! Witness the might of Khatun Sadu of the Dotharl!"
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Sadu "Heavensflame of the Dotharl
NICKNAMES::Khatun, Sadu, Heavensflame.
GENDER:: Female
AGE:: Uknown, appears to be Twenty Eight
ORIENTATION:: Bisexual
GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy XIV
ALIGNMENT:: Neutral
EQUIPMENT:: Hempen cloth dyed and stylized to show her status as a hunter and warrior, a staff made of wood with a crook of bone, A hunting Recurve bow and a Hunting spear, whistle to summon her Yol.
NICKNAMES::Khatun, Sadu, Heavensflame.
GENDER:: Female
AGE:: Uknown, appears to be Twenty Eight
ORIENTATION:: Bisexual
GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy XIV
ALIGNMENT:: Neutral
EQUIPMENT:: Hempen cloth dyed and stylized to show her status as a hunter and warrior, a staff made of wood with a crook of bone, A hunting Recurve bow and a Hunting spear, whistle to summon her Yol.
HEIGHT:: 5'2''
HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Long pale blond hair, Midnight blue skin, light blue eyes the glow softly in the dark.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Scars collected through a life of conflict and Conquest.
II. PERSONA
Pride, the one word to describe Sadu of the Dotharl. Pride in her heritage, pride in her tribe. Where some may see unbearable cockiness, others see as a chance to learn. More than willing to share her tribes ways with those with a mind to ask if they approach her despite her gruff abrassive personality. The one thing Sadu cannot stand is weakness, her mindset is set to strength, strength is all that matters strength is everything, physical strength or magical it does not matter as long as one has strength, they will earn her respect.
Like all Dotharl, Sadu revels, CRAVES combat, tot est herself against ever stronger and stronger opponents. Ever the eager one, Sadu will step up to face any challenge that comes her way, If her soul doesn't burn bright in the conflict Sadu will grow bored, disinterested, a possibly fatal weakness for the warrior. Unlike most warriors she is never one to underestimate her opponents, she will always bring her full strength to bear, every fight is treated as life or death for the Dotharli woman.
Sadu comes across as crass, abrassive when spoken too. A tendency to insult and tease her opponents and rivals. to those she does not respect her teasing and mocking takes a more hostile tone, but to the few she respects, her tone is more playful. Sadu lacks a filter to her words, love her or hate her, Sadu will tell you exactly who she is and then attempt to provoke a fight.
Like all Dotharl, Sadu revels, CRAVES combat, tot est herself against ever stronger and stronger opponents. Ever the eager one, Sadu will step up to face any challenge that comes her way, If her soul doesn't burn bright in the conflict Sadu will grow bored, disinterested, a possibly fatal weakness for the warrior. Unlike most warriors she is never one to underestimate her opponents, she will always bring her full strength to bear, every fight is treated as life or death for the Dotharli woman.
Sadu comes across as crass, abrassive when spoken too. A tendency to insult and tease her opponents and rivals. to those she does not respect her teasing and mocking takes a more hostile tone, but to the few she respects, her tone is more playful. Sadu lacks a filter to her words, love her or hate her, Sadu will tell you exactly who she is and then attempt to provoke a fight.
III. HISTORY
Sadu of the Dotharl, born in age's past within the Dotharl tribe, every life they have lived, the Dotharl's belief of reincarnation has been installed into them every time, every time Sadu was expected to be able to perform the same tasks within the tribe their previous lives could do. Sadu had been born into the Dotharl tribe countless generations ago...the story has been altered through tellings through the souls various lives. No one truly knows how Sadu came to be the Khatun of her tribe, but each reincarnation is named Khatun once they reach a suitable age to take leadership of the tribe.
Sadu's childhood was what one might expect out of a nomadic tribe of Warriors, life was never easy on the Steppes. Sadu with every incarnation was quick to master aetheric arts, improving upon them each time. The latest incarnation of the warrior Sadu Heavensflame, knew a struggle they had never known before in any incarnation; a true rivaly, a true respect. While out hunting as a young woman with one of the tribes Eldest hunters, relearning the art, She and the huntmaster came under attack, an ambush form one of the neighboring tribes, the unmistakable GAUDY yellow color...the Oronir, 'Azim's chosen sons' they liked to call themselves. Though one of the fighters had caught her attention in particular, a young Oroniri man who had taken it upon himself to ignore the elder...and instead focus his attention onto Sadu instead. A twisted grin crossed Sadu's face when she realized that she may be reincarnating again...provided her soul shone brightly enough in this contest!
Sadu however would only find disappointment...while the young man had been a good foe...he was too bulky, too cumbersome to TRULY challenge her, too slow to even hope of avoiding her magics, A life long rivalry had been born that day....between Sadu....and the future Khatun of the Oronir; 'Brother' Magnai the Older. Years passed, Sadu and Magnai's rivalry only grew....and grew, finally...the Nhaadam came, though Sadu's tribe had dwindled they were ready, they were ready for the fight, the carnage. However Sadu frowned, hearing some unexpected news.....some outsiders had undertaken the Trials od Bardam....and succeeded, even more curious, they were fighting for the Mol tribe!
The precious few days left before the Nhaadam passed with Sadu hearing more and more rumors about the outsider's strength, the tribe was abuzz with activity, voices and the sounds of what practice warrior could get before going to meet their destiny. Sadu's heart quickened, the day had come and gone yet it played fresh in her mind every day, The outsiders had bested her....AT HER FULL STRENGTH! The order had been given by their new Khagaan....the Dotharl would fight for the liberation of Doma, against the "Tin cans" of the empire.
Her word kept, Doma had been freed, the Dotharl's numbers had started to improve as more warriors began re-emerging into the tribe, but then the skies turned red, stars rained from the sky burning with Nhaama's wrath. Sadu watched with some slight horror and anticipation as new monsters....never before seen began appearing in the Steppes, A grin crossed the Khatun's lips. Finally....a new challenge, one to push her further to the platue of strength she saught! One of the beasts had set their sights onto the Khatun, her staff raised as she began channeling her aether, an incantation leaving her lips....the incantation finished, however....instead of her tribe, the warm of the Steppes...she found herself somewhere else. A new land...a new place to gain strength. "Well...perhaps this isn't so bad." Sadu would think to herself beginning to roam as was in Xaela nature to do.
Sadu's childhood was what one might expect out of a nomadic tribe of Warriors, life was never easy on the Steppes. Sadu with every incarnation was quick to master aetheric arts, improving upon them each time. The latest incarnation of the warrior Sadu Heavensflame, knew a struggle they had never known before in any incarnation; a true rivaly, a true respect. While out hunting as a young woman with one of the tribes Eldest hunters, relearning the art, She and the huntmaster came under attack, an ambush form one of the neighboring tribes, the unmistakable GAUDY yellow color...the Oronir, 'Azim's chosen sons' they liked to call themselves. Though one of the fighters had caught her attention in particular, a young Oroniri man who had taken it upon himself to ignore the elder...and instead focus his attention onto Sadu instead. A twisted grin crossed Sadu's face when she realized that she may be reincarnating again...provided her soul shone brightly enough in this contest!
Sadu however would only find disappointment...while the young man had been a good foe...he was too bulky, too cumbersome to TRULY challenge her, too slow to even hope of avoiding her magics, A life long rivalry had been born that day....between Sadu....and the future Khatun of the Oronir; 'Brother' Magnai the Older. Years passed, Sadu and Magnai's rivalry only grew....and grew, finally...the Nhaadam came, though Sadu's tribe had dwindled they were ready, they were ready for the fight, the carnage. However Sadu frowned, hearing some unexpected news.....some outsiders had undertaken the Trials od Bardam....and succeeded, even more curious, they were fighting for the Mol tribe!
The precious few days left before the Nhaadam passed with Sadu hearing more and more rumors about the outsider's strength, the tribe was abuzz with activity, voices and the sounds of what practice warrior could get before going to meet their destiny. Sadu's heart quickened, the day had come and gone yet it played fresh in her mind every day, The outsiders had bested her....AT HER FULL STRENGTH! The order had been given by their new Khagaan....the Dotharl would fight for the liberation of Doma, against the "Tin cans" of the empire.
Her word kept, Doma had been freed, the Dotharl's numbers had started to improve as more warriors began re-emerging into the tribe, but then the skies turned red, stars rained from the sky burning with Nhaama's wrath. Sadu watched with some slight horror and anticipation as new monsters....never before seen began appearing in the Steppes, A grin crossed the Khatun's lips. Finally....a new challenge, one to push her further to the platue of strength she saught! One of the beasts had set their sights onto the Khatun, her staff raised as she began channeling her aether, an incantation leaving her lips....the incantation finished, however....instead of her tribe, the warm of the Steppes...she found herself somewhere else. A new land...a new place to gain strength. "Well...perhaps this isn't so bad." Sadu would think to herself beginning to roam as was in Xaela nature to do.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS::Allison
OTHER CHARACTERS:: Yugiri Mistwalker
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: ALOT.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Old veteran of the site.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: I need a Little Sun to torment. Also please have mercy on me for the "history" there is little to no canonical lore known about Sadu.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: The sounds of Combat raged around her, the clash of steel, the roaring of warriors clashing with wood and steel, the crash of magic. The lamentations of the injured or dying, Sadu held no mercy for them, no sympathy....not even for her own kin. If they had fallen, it was because they were too weak or they had made the Dotharl proud and taken as many warriors as they could manage with them! A laugh began to tear past Sadu's lips, wild, joyous. "Oh this Nhaadam is TRULY one to remember! One special even amongst it's kind!" Sadu would bellow out,
An arrow whizzed past the Khatun's head, the cutting edge grazed her cheek, Sadu's gaze fell upon the source of the arrow, a young....pink haired sheep, a woman of the Mol tribe. "Come then little lamb! Let us see what you are made of! If I die this day My soul shall burn brighter than it ever has in any live I have lived!" Sadu would proclaim raising her staff, her mind focusing, lips moving in a chant a blast of flame flying at the Mol warrior, the flame however was interupted, intercepted by one of her companions, one of the outsiders.
Sadu would snarl at the interference, No matter, she could handle them both! Sadu let out a laugh, wild and manic, two stone doors rising from the ground at her sides. "Yisu wish to protect the Sheep!? VERY WELL! Then fall with them! Witness the might of the Dotharl! Nhaama, rain our fury down upon them, bring the fury of the heavens to bear for your Khatun! Your Khagan!" Sadu would call out to the heavens, a surge in the aether around her, a grand sign being constructed above the grounds, a manic grin on the caster's lips, "Come then little sheep! Doom comes for you all! The Dotharl will lead the Steppes! We will claim the Dawn Throne for ourselves!"
OTHER CHARACTERS:: Yugiri Mistwalker
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: ALOT.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Old veteran of the site.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: I need a Little Sun to torment. Also please have mercy on me for the "history" there is little to no canonical lore known about Sadu.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: The sounds of Combat raged around her, the clash of steel, the roaring of warriors clashing with wood and steel, the crash of magic. The lamentations of the injured or dying, Sadu held no mercy for them, no sympathy....not even for her own kin. If they had fallen, it was because they were too weak or they had made the Dotharl proud and taken as many warriors as they could manage with them! A laugh began to tear past Sadu's lips, wild, joyous. "Oh this Nhaadam is TRULY one to remember! One special even amongst it's kind!" Sadu would bellow out,
An arrow whizzed past the Khatun's head, the cutting edge grazed her cheek, Sadu's gaze fell upon the source of the arrow, a young....pink haired sheep, a woman of the Mol tribe. "Come then little lamb! Let us see what you are made of! If I die this day My soul shall burn brighter than it ever has in any live I have lived!" Sadu would proclaim raising her staff, her mind focusing, lips moving in a chant a blast of flame flying at the Mol warrior, the flame however was interupted, intercepted by one of her companions, one of the outsiders.
Sadu would snarl at the interference, No matter, she could handle them both! Sadu let out a laugh, wild and manic, two stone doors rising from the ground at her sides. "Yisu wish to protect the Sheep!? VERY WELL! Then fall with them! Witness the might of the Dotharl! Nhaama, rain our fury down upon them, bring the fury of the heavens to bear for your Khatun! Your Khagan!" Sadu would call out to the heavens, a surge in the aether around her, a grand sign being constructed above the grounds, a manic grin on the caster's lips, "Come then little sheep! Doom comes for you all! The Dotharl will lead the Steppes! We will claim the Dawn Throne for ourselves!"
