Adilet Elam Duha

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Birthplace Amole-Kalit Born Died Age 24 Home Varies Sexuality Pronouns

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Adilet Elam Duha is a slave by annoyance, having been sold against her right. Born from a minor tribe that survives simply on pride and tradition, Adilet was raised to be wary of the world outside her humble comforts and respect her family at all costs. Said cost brought 'life and calm to the desert'; her youth and vitality caused her to be sold into slavery to a heavy-handed man who rules his lessers with spite and venom.

Besides the urge to keep living, a scheme to escape keeps the desert elf sustained.

Adilet is a wiry creature born of the sands, with all its heat and roughness. Her tanned skin has a smattering of freckles that dance along the ridge of her nose and high cheeks to the slopes of her slender shoulders. There are minor scars to be found on her wrists and ankles, but thanks to her Master's ego, those scars are being treated, and they have slowly begun to fade. At the corner of her amber eyes are tattooed crescent shapes, indicating the tribe she comes from. The elf will often keep her long, white hair in a bun or a heavy braid, which keeps her unruly curls in place.

The desert forces you to survive its wild ways. Her tribe is one of many who have found that one must tip-toe in the gray area of surviving for themselves by any means necessary. Adilet would be considered a trained assassin if you're to lay her skills out. With these skills and abilities, she has survived against the desert and its haughty inhabitants.


Often preferring to survive on the sleight of hand or a cunning tongue, there is a need to use weaponry. Adilet is proficient at throwing daggers, knives, and darts when the urge to gamble comes over her.

She does have a preference for the Pesh-Kabz:

Also, the rope javelin:

Moving away from her fighting abilities, her term in slavery has served as an entertainer more than anything else. Adilet can dance to a story and sing an adventure. She entertains her Master's guests as a muse for their drunken escapades.

She has found a way to entertain herself and others. Quick to laughter and sarcasm, the elf is nothing short of charming and kind. Her disposition as a sold elf should have made her bitter and unkind, but instead, it has given her a new outlook that requires her to put up a good face. Whoever speaks with her will see that she has manners, is kind and respectable, and is not a problem like those other 'desert' elves.

Adilet does carry a firmness within her mannerisms; there is still the untrust and hate slithering in her veins. When her mask of propriety slips, she is proud and hateful, brash and wild.

They sang when she was born to ward off the spirits who dared whisk her spirit away into the darkness and danced around her to show the world that she was welcome and loved. Following tradition, she was swathed in blue veils, purified by her father's mighty hand, and blessed by her grandmother's words. Then for 40 days, her mother fasted and prayed through her rite of seclusion. During those lonely, purified days, her mother had a vision: Justice.

And so Adilet was welcomed into the fold of her tribe, with the prophecy of justice hanging above her like a rumbling cloud.

The sands are a harsh place, making for harsher people. Everyone had a hand raising her, from siblings to cousins; her rearing came from a long line in the family. If asked today, she could not give you all the names of the family she had once loved, as there were too many of them to remember, and most were taken by the desert. What she does remember is hard work constantly, then the raids, the ceremonies, the celebrations of success - a culmination of a struggling tribe bent on finding their honor.

When those struggles weighed on the shoulders of the men, Adilet found herself bound and sold to a haughty Sihk named Ujjal. Drugged and beaten, she had been sold for reasons unknown to her.