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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:47 pm
Nenuat
fierce, fiery, disdainful
Nenuat is hotheaded, and easily loses her temper. She traveled from her home in the Africa-region of the world to Sunderland to sell her peoples’ wares and find new things, and to see if it was worth it to send a larger caravan. Her patience is often tried by her customers, and she frequently has to restrain herself from shouting at particularly frustrating customers. All of Sunderland offends her, from the cold, the wet, the dark, the people – it’s all infuriating, leaving her fuse much, much shorter than usual.
Nenuat's past doesn't matter to her, other than the knowledge she's learned on her merchant forays - the past is the past and only idiots let it bother them in the present. As such, she doesn't want to learn about you, what you did when you were five, or what your idiot dog's name was. What can you do for her now? She places the same value on promises; that is, nothing at all. Words are very easily forgotten, actions less so.
The cold bothers her, so she wears the full robes of her tribe, and as such is often mistaken for a man because of her occupation and the muffling of her voice, a boon because if an unfortunate Sunderlander insulted her because of her gender, Nenuat would erupt. She has the dark skin of her region, more a mixture of brown and black than the pure dark of the remote jungle tribes and the lighter brown of the north-easterners. Underneath her robes she is fit and trim, all lean muscle; over that lean muscle Nenuat has various tattoos from her travels, stark and foreign marks, coupled with lighter scars (ironically enough with her disdain for lingering in the past, Nenuat tell where she got each and every mark, scar or tattoo). Her face is sharp, angular, but not absurdly so; her brown eyes are predatory and calculating.
Nenuat has a horse, a dark grey and white thing that she received from one of her kin on the edge of the desert - a camel is not conducive to northern soil. She hates her horse, and frequently threatens to sell him for glue. Unfortunately he has to remain alive so that she can return him to her kinsman. His name is Aziz, but Nenuat likes to call him Nag.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:49 pm
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