Manama Saar Ba'Dul

Biographical information

Birthplace Amol'Kalit Born Died Age 22 Home Nomadic Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Female Height 5'6 Mass 150lbs Hair color Black Eye color Brown Skin color Dark Brown

Political information

Affiliation(s) None Occupation Sellsword Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Nicopernicus Created on April 21, 2019 Avatar

Dark skin holds beauty in this young girl, Manama was said to be blessed by the Six in their merciful compassion. Thick strands of black, braided hair fall aside her face, framing her chocolate colored eyes with long eyelashes and thick eyebrows, usually arched in sardonic gesture. A narrowly bridged nose downturns at the nostrils, luscious lips pursed in chagrin. Blessed with a slim, slender body, she is the embodiment of the phrase, ‘Your body is a temple,’ the woman fit from her everyday life.

Manama sports only what she needs to survive, a cropped leather jerkin accompanied by a matching leather skirt adorned with green and yellow silks, held up by a leather belt decorated with golden ornaments to represent an air of authority, pouches containing different materials consolidate near sheaths on either hip, two long curved swords hanging at her sides. On her back is strung a short bow and a quiver of arrows hangs on the front of her left hip. On the calf of the same leg, two matching daggers are also held.

Manama was trained since early age in the arts of warfare, her abilities with the lighter sickle swords giving her distinct advantage of speed and precision to make up for her womanly strength. The mercenary’s aim reaches out with her arrows as well, a fine shot with ranged weapons. At times she dons pole-arms, most notably that of the spear, however, it is only in rare circumstances, preferring mobility to range in close quartered combat.

Guerrilla warfare has taught the girl speed and agility, as well as given her a knack for stealthy approach. The desert woman is a skilled herbalist and survivalist, spending much time roaming the wilds and wilderness of the world, at home in nature. She can make deadly poisons and soothing salves, much else in between, depending on the ingredients at hand.

Adventurous, ever since she could walk the girl roamed the deserts surrounding her village located on the edge of the Baal-Duru where the river fed into the Gulf of Annuak. Manama holds a kind heart, however learned in her youth to be firm in the face of upheaval, due to the constant calamity befalling the region, also garnering strength for fact that without it, one would meet certain death, especially in the desert. Manama holds wisdom in her heart for being so young, taught by the wilderness she adapted to, holding certain disdain for the larger cities as she prefers the natural environments. The people of the wilds have much more respect in her eyes than most city-dwellers for this reason as well, Manama one who respects the life lived self preserved, rather than preserved with the help of others. Still, this cannot be a stalwart approach, for her survival depends on the coin given in various contracts. She does what she can to stay afloat, but she tries her best to help those around her all the same, as long as they are not willingly spreading negative energy. At times, she can be rather feisty and fire of the Great Sun leaps in her heart as flames do in a forge, licking the air with an unquenchable rage when stoked.