Sreu’lyan

[Jen]

Name: Sreu’lyan [Seh-ru’-la-yan]

Age: Twenty-three

Secret Word: Sent

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Na'vi

Tribe: Itami

Mount: Pa’li {Yue’laiz or Yue // Stallion}

Physical Description: A quick, slender young Na’vi that stands the average 9’6” among her people. While naturally aerobic, Sreu’lyan does not hold herself as high as a noble warrior, and instead trains her body to be that of a lithe hunter and guardswoman of the people. Her ‘hair’ is decorated with braids, majority of them being strewn together before merging into the large wisp of ‘nerves’ that make up the Queue. Sreu’lyan has at least ten braids on each side of her head that dangle down from the straight locks above; mixed with burnt emerald hued beads and the carved teeth of the many dangerous creatures she has killed for being too close to the Itami camp. Three larger braids serve as a sort of dreadlock-rope; of which pull back to the main enlarged braid, tucking under and holding all of her hair away from the frame of her face. She does, however, have two small crescents of bangs that curl around the upper curve of her forehead and down to her smooth cheekbones. The nerves of her Queue are permanently dark, ash black and reach down to her shoulders; while the braid stretches down to her rump.

With a limber torso and strong, trim leggings; her lower back and abdominals tend to be slickly cut compared to those that simply use their Pa’li all of the time. Sreu’lyan carries a pair of broad shoulders, curved only slightly at the elbow down towards her chest; covered with threads of ornamental feathers and laced leather-like material. These trail down over her breast, and loop over her back. While there is also a mixture of cloth, it simply cups her upper chest and provides some guard to the shoulders. The fabric part of this enhancing piece is dyed to match the dark jade
tendrils within her Queue, rarely are they switched to any other color—as camouflage is quite important on the prairie.

Sreu’lyan has firmly developed arms, specifically molded for the use of the bow and arrow. Daggers and craftwork are also heavily implied with her family’s ongoing responsibility as tribal hunters. To keep her swift hands sharp, she constantly widdles—and has become ambidextrous due to the constant use of each arm that has undergone immense training through her many years of growth. Sreu’lyan’s chest is of average girth and her skin is a lighter shade of cyan; as is her rougher, bold striped that curve about her body. She has a slightly milkier underbelly then most females, and her markings tend to fade into the dimmed hue spilled there. Mostly to protect and conceal her front when crouched within the large, untamed grasses of the prairie.

She has the natural eyes of any other Na’vi, a neutral golden tint. Yet her pupils tend to be smaller, and the iris shifts in it’s depth of shade with the light source available around it. With long eyelashes and a perked, petite nose—she has the framed face of a youth in her prime. Her chin is not as elongated and predominant as some; the underlining shape being a lot softer then one would expect of a markswoman. Along her neck, Sreu’lyan usually bares a choker of sorts. One that totally encompasses her throat, protecting it as well as veiling the sensitive jugular. It is all one color; a lightly tanned brown, but is lined with soft fur on the inside—as to coat and cushion the one that wears it. The fur is a light cream in color, but of what animal she does not know. It was given to her simply as a gift when she was young from her grandfather. It is stitched and laced up the back, specifically in one particular area; directly under the Queue.

Her lower body is covered in the same deep forest green; interwoven around her pelvis, and slit to make room for her long tail. She habitually lets the loincloth tilt to the side; covering more of her right thigh and back calf. Sreu’lyan is fond of wearing flexible clothing, but is sure to wear almost more then enough; as to cover the tops of her legs as much as her pelvic area. She also favors wearing a hidden pouch and belt underneath such disguise, with three small pockets and multiple holsters for her knives as well as emergency medical materials.

Sreu’lyan wears a rather important piece of attire around her right ankle. A bracelet with small, airy shells from the sea to the far east of their prairie land. While it took her most of her childhood to process, weave, and repair—she managed to train her Pa’li to respond to the shaking of her ankle. Specifically when they are separated, or she has left him behind in her attempt to stalk prey/intruders. She normally keeps her Pa’li close, but it is a trick of the trade she has learned throughout her years as a hunter and protector of the Itami tribe. In order to celebrate her passage into becoming not only a woman, but also a huntress and guardian (instead of gaining the accompany of an Ikran); Sreu’lyan chose to grace her left shoulder and triceps with a dark black inking of the rising sun. Made to commemorate the beginning of a new day on the plains of her dear homeland, and her life as she sees it; continuing on them in the near future.

Personality: Unlike some Na’vi females, Sreu’lyan is the exact opposite of what most men expect of a ripe woman of age. Instead of being reserved, she shows an utmost urgency to vocalize her opinion; even if she comes off as meek or timid upon the first meeting. She is quick to judge, and while she is not temperamental or forceful; Sreu’lyan does not demonstrate any signs of being conservative. She is quirky, naturally snarky, and taunting if in the proper mood—although she never means any harm, unless there is harm done to her. Precisely playful, she is still young at heart and tends to go wherever the wind takes her. She is a free spirit, full of jubilation and excitement; even if she does understand the reality of battle. It is by her own choice that she tends to ignore the stoic fury of battle, and thus lives her life only to protect what is precious to her—as most Itami tend to do.

Sreu’lyan comes off as maternal to many, a sort of mothering figure; even to those that may be older then she is. With that comes the power of being stern, yet gentle to those that need it. She can punish as much as she can nurture, although she is not violent unless triggered to act as such. The woman does not dodge questions, nor does she attempt to lie; and is known for her honesty as well as wisdom beyond such years. If there is but one thing she is always passionate about, it is staying true to her fellow Na’vi and herself. She is by no means sheltered, but she is also not vile in the way she presents her personal creed. While being extremely family oriented, she is also open-minded. Sreu’lyan does not, however, trust easily. It takes patience, time, and hard work to gain her eye—much more, her affection. She can be extremely difficult and independent in many situations, as well as defensive if approached the wrong way.

She has personally been taught to erase the boundaries of male and female (although Na’vi tend to not have such a problem), and freely chooses the affections of both sexes; not discriminating against either. Sreu’lyan has yet to mate, and while she personally wants children—she is in no rush to find herself a partner and settle down. Instead she spends her time with the children of her clan, and volunteers to baby-sit whenever the need arises. Her only other passion, next to hunting and protecting the Itami people, is listening to song and cooperating in dance. Although she doesn’t pride herself on singing, she considers herself a constant dancer. Personally, though, she doesn’t enjoy dancing in the presence of other Na’vi unless she is accompanied by others; thus she normally only dances for ceremonial purposes alongside her people.

The other side of her is the warrior. A crafty, sly, and feral part that tends to surprise even the most hardened of Na’vi. As serene and refined as she can be, Sreu’lyan is a woman of the border and peacekeeper to her people. She has no mercy for those that are a threat to her, or those she has sworn to protect. Her grasp on the thin line between life and death is quite firm, and she doesn’t give any mercy unless instructed by Eywa or her commanding officer. Working on instinct alone never got her far, but she has challenged herself to new heights. She has adapted to thinking on her toes, as well as being tactful as possible when it comes to hunting and scouting the land of the Itami. She is quick not only in wit, but also on her legs and on her Pa’li; making her a rough target to the untrained eye.

She creates her own weapons, and has a lot of pride in her heart. Choosing to live her life to protect is something she doesn’t take for granted. Sreu’lyan takes her responsibility seriously, and sets out to prove her worth every time she leaves for a hunt (normally unaccompanied) intimate about learning from her own past mistakes. To her, life is but building blocks; she is simply here to place them together and do what she has been destined to do. She speaks softly, with manners and proper affection; yet deep down within her soul she harbors the strength of any other field warrior. Half the reason she never chose to get a rare Ikran, anyway, was simply because of her fear of heights. Sreu’lyan knows her limits, and knows better then to push them. Even if she is provoked, she holds an odd sense of simplicity and righteousness about her. Yet if one is unlucky enough to catch her in the field, it is quite possibly one of the last sights you will ever see.

Sreu’lyan is fervent about protecting her homeland, her people, even her Olo'eyktan and Tsahik. She has no opinion upon the Sky People, and is willing to take her leaders word if they are ‘a threat’ or not.

Talents:

• Craftsmanship – Self-talent.
  The skill gained from years upon years of crafting wood, bone, teeth, and other sources of material. Sreu’lyan has found herself a nice little craft in making instruments that range from bows and arrows—to worn clothing and sharpened knives. She normally only picks the best resources to make her equipment, and from the years of breaking and refurnishing her tools; she’s gained an eye for snipping out the best of the best. Thus giving her a slight advantage in the Itami tribe, especially if she has to make a tool up on the spot.
  
  
• Vision and Marksmanship – On Pa’li & On the ground.
  Having quick eyes and even quicker hand has come to Sreu’lyan rather fast. Although she is young and has only a fair amount of years under the bow, she has trained herself to have a keen eye. Her vision is crisp and almost always to the exact mark. She rarely misses, even though a lot of it depends upon concentration over skill.
  
  
• Dance – Self-talent.
  As much as her rougher self hates to admit it, she relishes dancing. Sreu’lyan will join in any celebration, or ceremonial dance if asked—or it is freely open. She does not dance while alone, or with one partner, but she will go in groups or crowds of friends.
  

History: The firstborn, and only daughter of Ki’ylske and Txosk’ein, Sreu’lyan was born into a life of tradition and stern creed. Both parents wanted a son as their first child, but Sreu’lyan was openly welcomed into the household with warm love and zealous excitement. With her mother’s aid, the blossoming young Na’vi turned into a perfectly mannered young lady; her little brother only five years behind her in age. The family was small, but cozy with the oncoming seasons on the prairie. While she enjoyed the hearth of home, Sreu’lyan found her calling in her father’s work as a normal plainsman. Watching him as a toddler, she came to love the art of making things with her hands; unknowing that her devoted father had learned such an art through the bloody battle for Pandora that happened decades before her time. Upon her brother’s birth, however, she was introduced not only how to be a young woman; but also a future mother. She took turns looking after her little brother with her grandmother when Ki’ylske was far too busy with Itami responsibilities; thus leading to a more matured belief about motherhood.

Throughout her first ten years, the young Na’vi was had already developed a rich personality and a liking for dance and Eywa. While she adored the spiritual path, it was the not the path she had been trained for with the guidance of her elder father. As Txosk’ein grew older with each passing sunset, Sreu’lyan was given the duty to carry on much of his legacy; as her brother was still too young to learn the ways of the hunter and guardian. She learned many tricks throughout her childhood, courtesy to him—and thus set her conscious on becoming one of the future guardians of the Itami tribe. As her younger brother grew, though, she saw that much importance was laid on his shoulders. Soon, he was larger then she; protecting her with the ginger, but stern hand of a developing male Na’vi. The two were inseparable for some time; although majority of their conversations (especially when Nuec’taw hit his low teens) revolved around who had what power over the other.

Their family was normal, and all five members (including herself) were healthy and happy. Eventually, when Sreu’lyan was fifteen and her brother, ten; the two bid farewell to the grandmother that had aided in rearing both. She died a peaceful death, and her memory is still fresh in the mind of both siblings. Once gatherers and weavers, due to their family’s position in the tribe; Sreu’lyan and Nuec’taw rose to the challenge of surpassing their lineage when their time of maturing came. Their father, now old with age (as was their mother) it fell upon the next generation to bring their talents to the table. Even though Nuec’taw had been pushed to be far more warrior-like then his sister, Sreu’lyan surprised the entire family by being skillful with the works of a bow and crafting. Nuec’taw, while jealous at his sister’s ability to surpass him, was proud; and needless to say he began to prepare for his own admittance into manhood.

Being half a decade older then Nuec’taw gave Sreu’lyan a head start, and while her brother grew into the powerhouse he was destined to be; she simply worked both the home and the craft of the bow. To her father’s surprise, both herself and Nuec’taw chose to become a future part of the Itami warriors. Nuec’taw chose to keep his focus on the clan leaders, while Sreu’lyan was more then happy protecting all of her people on a personal level. She never chose to overstep her boundaries, and when her passage into womanhood came; Sreu’lyan didn’t dare disgrace the talents her father had passed onto her. Noted as a trustworthy warrior with a keen sense of insight, she crafted as well as protected. Her priorities, unlike her brother’s, were mixed with both sides of the Na’vi way. Although she passed into her growth rather swiftly, her brother was still demanding and snippy when it came to her taking over the household from her two parents. While the two love one another dearly, Nuec’taw had the ego of an already grown male Na’vi. Believing in a way that he should have been the one to protect and nurture Sreu’lyan; it led to much subdued tension between siblings.

Two years after Sreu’lyan had taken over the household from within, their mother passed away. Leaving the young woman with an imprint on her heart to be not only an elder sister to Nuec’taw, but a mother as well. When she was twenty, and her brother was fifteen—the two eventually came to terms with their places in the family. Nuec’taw calmed, and in the two years following her twentieth year; Sreu’lyan became more and more adept to the life of a huntress. Her brother, now seventeen, has chosen to take his place among the other men of the Itami tribe. Both choose to work together to maintain the household. Due to her busy lifestyle, she has never chosen a mate. Her brother now serves beside her as an equal, finally omitted of all his childishness. Sreu’lyan still takes care of their old father with much compassion, but the siblings switch this job around—concerning who is home at what interval.

She considers herself a normal Na’vi female, and an active member of the Itami tribe-if not one of the best marksmen, as well.

RP Sample:

There was just something about the plains during the growing season that sparked her interest. It was the busiest time for her as a hunter, and the most fertile time for the prairie to spring to life. It was a beautiful site, something that reminded her of an ever moving green sea; one that had accompanied her through the passage from childhood to grown Na’vi. She had seen this many times, the changing seasons—the ever-changing prey that lived beside them on the lovely prairie. It was home to her, a welcome site that led to tranquility. Yue, beside her, made a soft strut with his heavily muscled legs; shifting restlessly as she created the bond and slid up onto the arch of his back. He charged forward, through the grasses she would have loved to run through, all six of his legs kicking up the dirt and skidding to an abrupt stop when she deemed it to be so. Her brother was not far off, probably patrolling or hunting, such the life of an Itami. A smile graced her thin lips, and upon shaking her heel just slightly; Yue took off again in the opposite direction. Heading towards her personal crafting space where she could work and be in the company of other Na’vi.

Today was simply too nice of a day to hunt away. Where as her sibling could crawl in the mud and shoot restlessly, she had much more to do up her sleeve. After all, she was more of a crafter then a killer; sure—she did her fair share of taking from Eywa. The only difference was she felt the need to give back, to both Eywa and her people. She had taken enough food for the time being, now was the time for luxury and family. Brothers and sisters, endless communication and gossip. The air was simply buzzing with the arrival of the Sky People, along with it fears and discomforting memories. Sreu’lyan was not too keen on such a subject, and instead simply chose to remain quite and ordinal as she set her dear Pa’li off to graze. Disconnecting her Queue from the large stallion, she slid off and patted his backside; watching as he remained close but wandered to find his own source of food. The chatter of Na’vi children filled her ears and heart with the warmth of one thousand suns, only broadening her smile.

There was much to do now, and she silently wondered how their clan leader managed to keep up with the rapid news. Staring into the busier structure of the camp, she shook her head; braids and beads knocking against one another in an echo that reflected the sound of falling rain. Sreu’lyan took her spot on the pressed grasses and animal skins, hearing no news from her brother or father—but not at all worried. The Itami took care of one another like one giant family, there was no need to fret over such trivial matters. Nuec’taw was still young, though. “Ah, please do not allow him to make a fool of himself today.” She prayed gently to no deity in particular. Not like she would ever hear the end of it if he came home upset. Young, but matured, and perhaps still a tad stubborn when it came to such matters as Eywa and ‘manhood.’ “Wherever he got his attitude from,” Sreu’lyan whispered. “It certainly wasn’t I.” She loved him, very much so—but he was a handful indeed. Half the time she didn’t bother to fight his accessions that she had never bonded or had children of her own.

“I have enough children to look after, foolish brother.” She would taunt back. Chuckling under her breath, the young woman looked to the horizon and slid out her smaller knife. Within one of her pouches was a piece of wood with an engraved set of beads awaiting to be carved out. Sreu’lyan enjoyed braiding the hair of the young girls, weaving in the beads she made if they so desired it. Interacting with them had become a hobby for her, something she looked forward to considering her only sibling had grown up much too fast.

Carefully using her thin hands to rotate the wood over the knife, she focused intensely on the designs; thinking about the ongoing talk of what was bound to come. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about aliens coming to Pandora, but as long as they didn’t lay one finger on her tribe—she could accept it. Parting her lips, she narrowed her eyes and allowed her mind to travel. Her stream of conscious eased, focusing more on what she could give her little ones as presents at the feasts. Such a productive time meant she would be able to hunt and carve more for the wealth of the entire Itami tribe. Perhaps she would have even enough time to make herself something special, or her sibling—.

Yue’laiz lifted his large head, making a muffled sound as the heavy footfalls of another Na’vi approached Sreu’lyan. Looking upwards, she broke out of her trance; the plethora of voices and moving Na’vi about her coming into retrospect. “I see you, brother.” Sreu’lyan greeted Nuec’taw politely, bowing her head as she inwardly chuckled. Well, Eywa be blessed. It always did seem the young male Na’vi showed up when she thought about him, or least expected it. “Did your hunt go well?” She questioned, reverting her eyes back to the work at hand. Sreu’lyan knew she was in for quite a long story the second Nuec’taw took a deep breath. Oh, Eywa. Don’t allow him to run out of breath too quickly, now!

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[• Aerys •]

Approved.