Everyone has dreams. It's having the guts and luck to make them stick that some are missing.
Description: A bit under seven feet, Akora is a sturdy, lively young woman with a penchant for wearing her emotions where everyone can see them. Her curly black hair is cut a few finger-widths below her chin, and generally tied up in a simple bun to keep it out of the way. She has her fair share of scarring, hands and arms bearing silent witness to years of training with blades.
Personality: Akora is friendly, rough-and-tumble and energetic, tempering the flippancy and sometimes-poor judgement of youth with determination and a deep respect for her family's legacy. She offers the world good faith and expects it to be returned. If it isn't, she is equally happy to find an axe and grind it, though she is unlikely to let situations fester: taking the direct approach may not always be diplomatic, but it Gets Stuff Done and frees time to get back to her training -- or teasing Qahir! Unlike her older brother, she is considerably more suspicious of things that seem too good to be true, and not afraid to dig deeper to find out why.
Background: Young as she is, her memories of the migration are less her own and more those of the family whose stories painted images in her imagination, both of expectations and regrets.
Like her older, and only, brother Qahir, Akora is the child of two warriors, Fahirah and Aali. She is determined to live up to their mother's reputation as a warrior, but not afraid to embrace change, chance or opportunity if it comes knocking. She is also not afraid to knock her brother's head against hard objects. With love.
While her eventual goal is to perform great deeds and write her name in the annals of history, she is wise enough to know that she is still young, ignorant, naive regarding politics and social maneuvering -- and absolutely determined to remedy that dearth of skill. A warrior's mind and spirit must be as sharp as her blade.