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DM Handle: Liitha

Character Name: Arya Daenerys Somtaaw

RP Group: The Band

Age: 10 when she joined, aged now into a young woman, age unspecified (so somewhere in her teens)

Gender: Female

Physical Description: Black long hair, brown eyes, (4"59, 88lbs at 10 yrs)

Place of Birth/Raising: Shienar/The road

Philosophy: Flame and Void

 

Character History

 

Tamsanne was born the daughter of Domani merchants. She learned trading, and when the lust to seek adventure came over her she spent her hard earned money from her family's business on a minor wagon and a horse to go travel the roads. She would trade anything she thought there might be any value in, and managed to get enough income to survive on.

 

Every so often she would write home telling her parents of her adventures. It was on her way towards the Blight she one night shared a campsite with a male traveler. She had had a good trade and was carrying with her bottles of wine, to celebrate. She opened one of the bottles to share with him, keeping the cold outside.

 

It was but a couple months later she would learn the consequences of the random meeting in the woods. Going home to her family for support, she was turned a cold shoulder. Her previously so proud parents now saw her as a liability. Without anywhere else to go Tamsanne searched towards Shienar, to seek out her little one's father in hope that the man would at least offer some help. But she was never able to find him and so she hit the one place she had left, the road.

 

She gave birth to a little girl in the early summer, one that would grow into a little tomboy with the years, under the influence of the stories of her past.

 

-9 years later-

 

Arya looked in horror as her home went up in flames, hiding behind a rock she could hear her mother scream, tears where running down her cheeks. Her mother had sent her to check the traps before they left and when she came back, the camp they had set up was filled with men clad in torn clothes. Closing her eyes she saw her mother's face telling her of the dangers of the road. She had promised to run. Slowly she opened her eyes, her mother was pale and lifeless, she had seen that look once when she was younger when they had passed a wagon that had been looted.

 

Slowly she stared etching away back towards where she left her mare, leading her away into the forest. Her mother had taught her to hunt, to help on their food supply, she knew how to move quietly. When she couldn't hear anything anymore but birds singing, and the flames and smoke were out of her sight she stopped, looking back and sought to put up her speed.

 

That night she curled up under the trunk of a tree, in a cave-like construction after checking her supply and thanking the Creator that she had packed before checking the traps that morning. It was cold but she managed to sleep, she had picked nuts while walking but was still hungry, the traps had been empty. She could always set new ones but then she had to wait and she dared not. Summer was coming, her tenth, so she didn't worry, she had the threads from the snares, her hunting knife and she could always climb trees and raid nests, there would be plenty to live off from the nature.

 

For the months to come she would live from hand to mouth, taking work wherever she could and if not then live of what the nature offered. She knew what her mother had told her of her father, he had been a soldier and a good man from what she got. It was while tending horses in an inn as extra help that she heard of the Band for the first time. And when she was dismissed from work in the inn, she searched towards where she had learned their Citadel would lie. On foot the journey was a struggle and autumn came. But still the weather was hot. And so it was with green leaves slowly turning yellow blown into her hair from a mild autumn breeze that she found herself staring at the gate to her goal, nervously hoping she had made the right choice.

 

Clutching the reins she whispered, "Dashiva." This was for him. She would have made him proud she was sure. Tugging the reins she lead the mare towards the gate.

 

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After making her way to the Band she not only finds her Dad but is also allowed to stay as a stable hand. She is of to from her point not the best start with her dad being a bit nervous but as time pass they do spend some time together getting to know each other. A.D. going by what her mom said and growing up on the road instead of fear takes on a childish curiosity to her fathers skills, after some intial scepticism. 

 

She also takes a liking to one of the older females in the Band (older being relative considering A.D.'s young age) and starts looking up too Drea.

 

She early on aspires to join the scouts as soon as she gets old enough to do so, meanwhile as she grows train in any way she finds possible and together with whomever allowed her.

 

As she starts to come into her teens she also manages to learn the flame and the void together with Saira and Heather.

 

Eventually she gets old enough to join the ranks and she muses over how strange it feels not running around as a stable hand as she waits to go on her first mission, where half the band is leaving for Tanchico on the Dragon's order.