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Od's demeanor tends to be rather cold, if not downright abrasive. She has a low, flinty voice that rarely wavers from mere grunts or seething tirades, with very little in-between. It's almost comical- Despite her age, her height, and her petal-pinkness, Od seems intent upon acting like an ornery old dzo. Her simple attire shows her hand, always touched with vibrancy in one way or another- Colorful sashes, myriad feathers, or flowers tucked behind her horns. Beyond a few dyed fabrics or colorful blooms, the woman's look is about as simple as dzo dung.Two old, sturdy blades are as remiss to leave her as her sternness- Or maybe she is remiss to leave them? Is an idle hand oft found on a sword's hilt a sign of readiness, or nerves? They even linger by her side as she sleeps- What do swords even dream of?❁ ❁ ❁Od, by and large, has lived a life of naught but simplicity. Taken under the Boliri wing as a child, she has spent her life trading wares in Reunion and shepherding livestock across the Steppe. If she was to be remembered for anything, it's probably for being "That Terse Trader With The Briquettes And Deels".Something changed, as things oft do- Something the young woman refuses to speak about. Whatever it is, it's got her newly armed, and seething with a thirst for vengeance. The very hues of her soul burn brighter now, but how long until those flames get snuffed out? Will it be an all-consuming fury in the end?

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Key Traits:
Perpetually Grumpy | Passionate, In Truth | Hard-Working | So So Gravely Serious | Distant | Loyal to a Fault | Good-Intentioned & Terribly Lonely

Lost Lamb (In Wolf's Clothing?)

_{[ Trader - The Azim Steppe ]}

_{“I am made of naught but promises, elder. Promises and memories both."}

While life with the Bolir is largely all she has ever known, Od was not born amongst their ranks- She was found. The young girl was only about eight or so when she stumbled upon the tribe traveling to their winter camp, and they were quick to take the shaken girl under their wing. The circumstances that led her there, like most things, is something she has always kept close to her chest.
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Nowadays Od is a Reunion regular, selling her tribe's famous charcoal as well as a rotating stock of colorful wool products and carved bone instruments.

From Mine Own Hands

_{[ "Blessed Traveler" - The Azim Steppe ]}

_{"I've heard the story! I even found the doddard old woman asleep outside, the one who supposedly heralded you as of the divine!"}

Some Ugundi warriors, in their maddened ramblings, claim that a Boliri shepherd danced back and forth through the rivers of time itself. Radiant winds billowed across the Sea of Blades. Solemn vows were made as relic weapons were taken. A goddess of war was lost to the mountains.
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Od definitely doesn't have the air of anything holy or mystical- It could very well be the nonsense one expects from a tribe oft drunk on headmilk and portents.

Blood for Briquettes

_{[ Swordsman - The Azim Steppe ]}

_{"And do remind me, why is it you wish to learn the finer points of misery and conflict? Some big dzo buck you, was it?"}

Low on trading fodder, gil, AND koban? Try offering the Bolir a sparring session or two. Though she's vague about her reasoning, she's ever quick to jump on the opportunity- Some say mid-fight is the happiest they've ever seen her. (As happy as Od can get, anyhow...)What say you, then? Up for a scrap?

OOC Info

❁ 21 +
❁ CST
❁ Aether - Jenova
❁ In-game RP only!
❁ Not too picky about themes! I think a balance of all sorts is important for fun RP.

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