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Ahria
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My name is Ahria. Just Ahria. I never saw myself fit to bear a last time. I never saw myself with a lot of things, for many reasons. One of them being that I grew up on the harsh mountains surrounding Brulan. It was a harsh life, but a welcome one. My family was a hardy one, myself descending from a long line of rangers. It was natural to push myself to the limit in one of the most unforgiving climates of the world. There was never any good looking men, and sometimes nature had other plans then the ones we wanted, but I lived an alright life. We migrated around on the mountain a lot, sometimes even fighting other clans, but it was….just….very adventurous, to know that I was living on the frontier of Kirganthis, one of the few places not marked on a map. Then I was outcasted, for murder. It was a true crime…he tried to touch me...make me do things that I did not desire…in a flash of scimitars those desires were snuffed out, along with my right to live with the clan. Murder was frowned upon, even when the clans fought each other, which was usually just sport. So with the clothes on my back I left. It was a true ranger’s life, coming easily to me. I wandered a bit, saw some things, and eventually came to Kisah, where I was promptly enlisted. Life is not bad. I am still striving to make it better. I could use a cute boy…or maybe some nicer blades and armor. I do have Kisah however….and that is enough. -The Queen of Snow
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