What the sand gives, the sand takes.
Description: Aleandra's skin is bronzed from long, countless years under the blazing sun, and marred with scars from beasts and other threats here and there, many of them quite faded with time. Her frame is slender, long and lithe, but hard and covered in wiry muscle. Attractive features are marred by a sharp, almost predatory intensity, and the creeping signs of age beginning to show itself upon her immortal face. Her light emerald eyes are narrow, and remain as bright and attentive as ever. Wild and untamed, her dark crimson hair has begun to lose some of its luster, color beginning to fade from some strands. Usually adorned with feathers and other trifles, at most, a simple leather cord occasionally ties her hair back into some semblance of order.
Personality: Aleandra is a woman of a few words. She rather act than talk, and when she speaks is usually very much to the point. It takes time for her to warm up to others, in particular those from other Kinships, often coming across as distrustful even when she doesn't mean to. She's reserved with her feelings, and gets uncomfortable when others speak of theirs. She has no desire to sugar coat things, and is rather blunt when offering her opinion. He is loyal and dutiful, and protective of family and those that earn her respect.
Background: Legend has it that Dalia Aynarr was with child when she challenged her predecessor for the title, showing even. That legend would be right, for Warlord Dalia Aynarr was carrying Aleandra when the challenge took place. It was a bloody battle that left the other warlord dead, and Dalia as the new Thalerith leader. It was in the shadow of her mother that Aleandra grew up and from under that shadow that she would forge her own legend. It was Dalia's desire that Aleandra would one day follow in her steps and become a Warlord, but since very young Aleandra knew that wasn't the path she was meant to follow. She became a hunter instead, and at her peak? She was considered one of the best. Many wondered if she had been blessed by Rithor, for it felt like there was on beast that Aleandra couldn't defeat. Those same skills were often put to the defense of the Kinship, dealing with bandits and marauders that often stalked the sands around Nasheri.
She was very much an adult when her sister Zenandra was born, but the two bonded as if they had been born just a few years apart. A constant healthy dose of competition between the sisters drove the two to further exceed, and when Zenandra became a priestess of Rithor, Aleandra was right there at her side. Family was important to Aleandra, but so was tradition. The challenge from Gorgath Filinnar to her mother wasn't unexpected, but the result was. Gorgath defeated Dalia and became the new Warlord. Yet, rather than lash out, Aleandra accepted the results as it was the way of their people, and welcomed Gorgath as their new leader. If anyone expected the birth of Aleandra's child, Thelindra, to soften her they were wrong. Aleandra did love her daughter very much, but she remained the stoic and serious hunter, always looking after her people. Gorgath's tenure as Warlord was considered a checkered one by the Thalerith, with some highs, but a lot of lows. However, as far as Aleandra is concerned things peaked when Gorgath had Thelindra and Norgath, his brother and Thelindra's husband, sacrifice themselves during the Eradication War to help ensure the Thalerith survived. In Aleandra's eyes, that was Gorgath's sacrifice to make, not Thelindra's and her husband's.
Deciding it was time for a change, Aleandra made sure to groom her granddaughter, Sylindra, into the leader she felt the Thalerith needed. She had always doted on her granddaughter, but with both Sylindra's parents gone, she became like a daughter to Aleandra. She was filled with pride when Sylindra defeated Gorgath, and became the new Warlord. Even as she is starting to feel her years, Aleandra remains vigilant in her protection of the Thalerith and her granddaughter.