| Gender
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Male
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| Race
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Au Ra
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| Clan
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Xaela
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~85.4 inches)
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| Muscle Tone
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| Jaw
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Option 2
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| Eye Shape
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Option 3
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| Iris Size
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Large
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| Eye Color
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| Eyebrows
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Option 3
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| Nose
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Option 4
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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| Lip Color
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| Lip Shade
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Light
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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Weapon/Tools/Shield
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| Gender
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Male
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| Race
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Au Ra
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| Clan
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Xaela
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| Body Type
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Adult
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| Height
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(~85.4 inches)
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| Muscle Tone
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| Jaw
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Option 2
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| Eye Shape
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Option 3
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| Iris Size
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Large
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| Eye Color
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| Eyebrows
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Option 3
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| Nose
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Option 4
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| Mouth
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Option 3
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| Lip Color
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| Lip Shade
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Light
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Facial Features/Tattoos/Ear Clasp/Face Paint
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| After: Sworn Enemies of the Sun
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The Dotharl are fierce and brutal, but the Sun fears them not. Rather, we pity them their ignorance, as the shepherd pities the lamb.
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| After: As the Gods Will
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The time for words has passed, traveler. Now is the time for war.
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| After: In Crimson They Walked
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I have given the Doman my word, and I will not break it. Call upon us when you are ready, and no sooner.
...And spare me the company of the udgan, if you would.
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| After: The Die Is Cast
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We have fought, and the Doman has reclaimed his homeland. May he and his people have joy of it.
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| After: Stormblood
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I am told you were victorious in yet another war in the West. Hardly surprising. For you are the khagan...for now.
Seasons turn, and bodies mend. Even Brother Baatu, once bedridden, has regained his former strength.
How fortunate he was to be wed to a woman so skilled in the arts of healing. How...fortunate...indeed.
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| After: The Will of the Moon
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When the call comes from the Mol, the Sun will rise to stand with you as we did in Doma.
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| After: A Requiem for Heroes
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These Garleans believe they can bring all the world to heel, but the Sun will not abide such tyranny.
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| After: Reflections in Crystal
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...Our casualties against the Garleans, you ask? Hmph, none worth mentioning. The ironmen were as sheep trembling before us.
Lest you forget, we are born of the Sun. Such feeble foes could not hope to diminish our radiance.
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| Default:
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If I were to meet my Nhaama on the frozen plains, a woman as pure as the driven snow, do you think that the Sun's radiance would burn too brightly for her?
Being a man of the Steppe, I know little of foreign lands and their people, so I turn to you. Hmm... Perhaps now is not the time to discuss such matters.
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| After: A Trip to the Moon
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Truly, I have demonstrated the Sun's fierce might and laid low the mind-addled ironmen and their feeble contraptions.
If there are no more foes to fight, I should remain on the Steppe and await the arrival of challengers seeking to pit their strength against mine. But first, perhaps I should travel the world and at long last find my Nhaama?
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| Default:
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At the command of the Mol, we Oronir gathered many sacred relics. I trust we have your undying gratitude, yes?
But rather than your thanks, I would rather hear tales of your journey. Is it true you traveled to the moon?
Indeed, such great feats are only spoken of in legend. To think that you have set foot on the celestial orb created by the Dusk Mother herself fills me with envy and awe...but mostly envy. Tell me, were there any womenfolk there?
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| Default:
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Searching for survivors? Hmph. If they are truly strong, they will not require our aid. While you are gone, we will guard the camp against any man or beast foolish enough to challenge us.
My duty as sentinel will afford me little opportunity to seek my Nhaama, though perhaps one among our ranks─come bearing a hot meal or such─will prove worthy.
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| After: A Way Forward
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Some tribes such as the Angura and Ura make their home in the frozen northern mountains.
Yet even those harsh climes are blessed with the bounties of nature, their cool wind breathing life into the Steppe below.
This land to which the ironmen were forced to flee is cursed indeed. A fitting reward for the weakness of their ancestors.
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| Default:
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Even with their empire in ruins, the Garleans have not lost the will to fight.
That strength shall serve them in days to come. There is yet life in this cold soil.
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With the Mol─champions of the Naadam─and the Dotharl having sent so many here, I had thought to defend the Steppe in their absence.
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And I would have done so were it not for my Steppe brothers. They urged me to grant our allies the Sun's might, that his radiance may deliver them unto victory.
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Though I must tolerate the presence of this feral Dotharli dog, as first among my brothers, I could do no less than accept this challenge. My deeds will become the stuff of legends.
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- Affiliation
- Oronir Tribe
- Occupation
- Marauder
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