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Full Name: Arnia Jiut Blajic

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age and Place of Birth: Twenty-Six [26], Ursius, Atlygaea

Rank and Title: MANAUIA [Ma-Na-ia]

Appearance:
    Hair a dark brown, just this side of black, it’s kept short, often in a fauxhawk. Sometimes, it’s sun-kissed, depending on what events took place over the summering months, but more often than not is the darkest of browns. Her eyes are a lighter shade, though they differ depending on day and what she’s wearing. Sometimes, it’s deep about the pupil, dark like fire, and dissipates into something of a yellow, before disappearing into the dark rimming of brow just along the edge of her iris. Some days, it’s lighter; Others it’s darker.

    Though her skin isn’t overly dark, it possesses a natural tan year round, one that was inherent in her family, or was…But what is most startling about her skin are the scars. She wears them with pride, a reminder of where she’s been and what she’s done. As scars are seen similar to trophies, she’s never tried to hide them, instead opting to show them off. Each is a stark-contrasting white against her tanned skin, some received from claws, others weaponry.

    One such scar, the most visible and prominent more often than not, is one on her head. It starts into her hair—from a fight she’d gotten into with a wolf to prove her worth—and works down across a cheek. Four distinct scratches, deep when she received them and leaving in their stead long white lines, from the line of her temple down the right side of her face and ending just under the jaw. At one point, she’d tried to cover it up, growing out her hair as a means of camouflaging it, but that turned out to be a mistake, and she grew to like it, like the reminder, which had her chopping her hair off and wearing it with pride.

    Standing at five feet, ten inches tall, she’s not short by comparison…to humans. But, her slight build (good for her fast movements and nimble demeanor) paled in comparison to those around her, those she now thought of as family. On the leaner side, she was athletic with muscle tone, from the constant physically-demanding things she took part in since arriving in Akamu. She does possess some curve, but it’s not as much as some, the majority of her curve residing in her hips, her chest small but definitely there.

    And, for clothing, Arnia tends to lean toward loose pants and some sort of a sport’s bra; At least during the warmer months. If in a meeting, it’s the standard tailored clothing, and for war or travel, studded leather armor.

Family:
  • Mother – Aadi – Deceased
  • Father – Edek – Deceased
  • Sister – Hel – Deceased

Friends:
  • Maka: Friend since childhood, they met when Arnia had only just turned nine. Their introduction was one born out of rare circumstance, but built an instant camaraderie and the two became inseparable. Even to this day, Arnia will do whatever it takes to keep Maka happy, keep her safe. She may not have been her natural family, but she was family that Arnia would fight for, until the very end.

Enemies:
    Her definition of enemies is simple: Anyone who stands against Akamu, or those that directly insult her family. Despite the tense peace that’s maintained with Olahn, she can’t stand them, nor their magic. In her mind, they deserve their hands removed and mouths sewn shut (with tongues removed) for good measure.

    And those that would oppose her as Manauia. To oppose her was to oppose their queen. To oppose the queen meant, in her mind, death.

Love Life:
    “Who has time for a love live? I’m too busy keeping everyone’s asses alive. Unless we meet among the ranks, nothing like that would ever happen.” -Thoughtful pause- “Ever.”

Likes:
  • Fighting: It’s cathartic, and a good way to shut people up. She was never one for solving problems through talking; It was useless. People didn’t change their opinion solely because you presented a better argument for your side. On the contrary, they’d merely pretend to listen while thinking of their next comeback. Arnia had watched it enough back in Ursius, and knew it wouldn’t be different despite a kingdom change.
  • Corporal Punishment: Those that couldn’t be taught to shut up, she was happy to beat it out of them. Discipline was beaten into her, and she was more than willing to take that extra time to make sure someone else learned the same; Better to get the beating from her than be killed for insolence later.
  • Barking Orders: Why leave thinking to those who can’t form the right thoughts? Leave it to Arnia to dictate your life, and how you do things. She’s perfectly content to stand over anyone and make sure they follow her orders, follow what’s right to the letter. “The ****ing letter. There better be no ‘z’ in there or I’ll beat it out of you.”
  • Confidence: Anyone who’s confident, not cocky, and can hold their own in a fight and/or the rare argument she may get into, she’ll have a touch more respect for.

Hates:
  • Cockiness: Simply put, if you talk the talk, you better walk the walk. No amount of hot air will get anything done, so there needs to be something to back it up. If you don’t have that, you don’t deserve to be around her, let alone anyone else in the royal family. End of discussion.
  • Bigotry: Even though she’s an admitted Bigot against those from Olahn, she can’t stand it when it’s turned around on her for being human. It annoys her to no end, and has ended in trips—for herself and others—to the infirmary with serious injuries, simply because someone expressed an opinion about her “kind”, whether verbal or shown through body language.
  • Most Women: Unless they are strong, courageous, and can think for themselves, she doesn’t want to be anywhere near “it”. They’re a damsel in the making, and she’d rather end their suffering outright than impose it on any poor soul who may be desperate enough to court them; She’d see it as doing a public service.

Fears:
  • Losing Her Family: Her greatest fear is losing the rest of her family. She’d already survived losing her human parents, her human sister. She then had to survive losing her new parents to suspicious circumstances. The fear is very real that someone will come in and make an attempt on the remaining Petre-Gavril lives, and, if she lost them…she wasn’t sure what she’d do.

Strengths:
  • Pride: Because she’s so driven to prove those who doubt her wrong, she’ll fight rougher, work harder, to prove that she’s not what they take her for. To prove her wrong. She’ll make sure she comes out on top, no matter how badly the odds are stacked against her, if only for bragging rights.
  • Tactical Planning: The training that she was given once joining the Petre-Gavril family worked with her natural ability to figure ways to efficiently get in somewhere and back out. What training she was given, like the rest of her “siblings” afforded her knowledge on figuring it out for more people than just herself, for an entire army, for the masses. It gave her a bit of a complex, truth be told, but it was a good complex.
  • Pain Tolerance: Growing up in a kingdom full of wolves, and constantly fighting with those she thought were challenging her (I.E- looking at her wrong), she learned to take her licks and dole them out. If it meant breaking someone’s face, she’d break her hand in the process. Head butt? No problem! She’d give herself a headache if it’d slow the person down. Her tolerance was good; When pumped up on adrenaline, even better.

Weaknesses:
  • Pride: The very thing that fuels her actions is also a potential downfall. Even if the odds had no chance of her coming out on top, if they showed certain death, she’d go for it. She’d explore every avenue and try, just to prove that she could do it. Asking for help isn’t in her vocabulary.
  • “Challenge Accepted”: Where she’s been constantly trying to compensate for being a human, for being lower on the totem pole (even if she was, technically, of the royal family; a princess, in fact), she sees a lot of things as a challenge. Looking at her eyes too long, even if completely friendly, could be seen as a challenge that she’ll drive home with a fist to the face. Encroaching on her space, could also be seen as a challenge. She’s gotten…better with it, over the years, but it still rears its ugly head from time to time.
  • Physically Weaker: All the training in the world can’t combat a natural, inherent strength that other kinds possessed. She had to work hard to survive in a fight, harder to keep from being torn apart solely because she’s human, and her body can only take so much. All the pain tolerance in the world doesn’t strengthen you to the point of being immortal and immune to attacks.

Weaponry and Gear:
  • Studded Leather Armor: Standard issue, though she’s still picked on for not needing ear holes in her helmet.
  • Spear And Shield: Standard issue weaponry that the military use when in combat.
  • Sword: Where Maka was learning to use it, so did Arnia. It made more sense for her to have a Sparring partner than to be off in left field with something entirely different.

Training:
  • Combat: Anything Combat-Related, she soaked up like a sponge, wanting to be useful to her new family and to keep them safe. Without this, she’d never have gotten her rank, adopted into the family or not.
  • Politics: She finds this subject particularly dull, and (more often than not) useless, but she can play by the rules of politics when it’s called upon.
  • Warfare: Tactical maneuvers, the most efficient routs, what would be best suited where. Anything you need, rescue mission or revenge-driven call-to-arms, she’s your girl.

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History: Character Biography
Arnia was born to Aadi and Edek Blajic a simple mining family out of Ursius. And, though the conditions were less-than-satisfactory, for a while…they were happy. Edek worked long hours, and Aadi had to make do with what he brought home, but they had each other. Their family was tightly knit, even after Hel was born and the strain worsened on the unit as a whole. Suddenly, the meager wages they made were nowhere near sufficient to sustain them, and her mother started working to make up the difference.

What few good things they had to cling to were lost shortly after Arnia’s seventh birthday. While in the mines, a shaft collapsed, encasing a few for several hours. But Edek? He’d been under the structural support that collapsed, crushed beneath it and the fallout. As the hours passed, the life slowly, excruciatingly left his body. By the time the foreman realized what happened and got them out, it was too late for Edek, the remains hardly recognizable.

Aadi was told of the news and sent into a downward spiral, having to step up and take the place of her husband in the depths of the earth. Even with the two children to take care of, her will to live, to function, dwindled and continued to do so until the day she died. Arnia was watching over Hel, the pair having escaped the borders of Ursius for fresher air, to breathe in something other than soot, sweat and the stench of copper. When they returned home at nightfall, she’d gone into their small kitchen to find dinner for Hel and discovered her mother, face down on their table. No wounds on her person, but the life surely gone from her frail form.

A crude burial later, and they were on their own. Arnia pickpocketed and stole away into homes to steal anything worth selling, trying to get enough money to keep some food on the table, enough money to keep their home for as long as they could. Tragedy struck again while out on one such trip. She’d explicitly instructed Hel to stay home, to wait for her there. Each time she went out, Hel would ask to go, become more insistent with the passing time.

Feeling brave enough to try it, she waited for Arnia to leave, stealing away into the night to find a home to break into. Unlike her sister, she stayed local. She’d picked a house at random, picking the lock and walking inside where she thought they were sleeping…and encountered an angry man defending what was his. Her small body couldn’t handle the beating it took, collapsing into itself and leaving her a battered and broken heap on his floor, tossed out on the street like refuse for someone else to clean up.

After that, losing the last person she’d cared for, she left Ursius and never looked back. Her first stop was Antea, to see the city her father had once spoken of taking her to, to see the ocean, to see the beauty that her own city had lacked. The pickings were easy, tourists often too entranced by what they saw to keep careful track of their purses, making a fair amount of money in only a few trips out into the crowds. Some of that money was spent on better clothes and a bath, while the rest was spent for transport to Indartir.

Indartir was her main goal all along, the place where all of Ursius’s supplies were sold, traded. It was there that the rich lived, their possessions ripe for the taking. All they needed were her sticky hands to lift them and pawn them to the most convenient customer to even the score.

For a while, she’d remained undetected, taking a small thing here or there, something that’d be worth money but wouldn’t be missed. …And then she got greedy. While observing the more prestigious homes in the city, she saw something that particularly caught her interest. If asked about it now, she’d never remember, but at the time…it’d been the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Expensive, too, by the look of it and how it was handled. So, that night, she stole away into the home, and almost got away with it.

On her way out, climbing out of the open window, she got tripped up on the rug, a corner of it being kicked up on her initial entry. The possession broke, creating a loud crash while her body collided with the wall, each sound resounding loudly throughout the home. Within a matter of moments, the guards descended and she took flight, diving out the window and running through the winding streets. Because of her small, lithe frame, it made her capture impossible. The guards were too bulky, too slow, almost home free until she got an idea.

In the middle of the street, her eyes caught sight of the Akamu, bee-lining for them. Anything they’d do, if they chose to at all, wouldn’t be any worse than the humans so she dove behind them, peering around them with a smug expression when the realization dawned they’d not hurt her; Far from it, in fact, as they were more than happy to defend her. So, flipping them off and doing a happy dance, grinning broadly, she watched the heated discussion, and did one final “flip-off hurrah” as they took her with them. Happy for the change of pace, for the acceptance even if under those circumstances, she never questioned it, relocating to Akamu with no questions asked.

With that change, she felt different; A good different.

She knew she’d like it there in Cascada.

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