A bad peace is worse than a good war.
When I go more than ten miles out of the city, the love and loyalty of friends comes to an end.
All citizens must place the common good before the private good.

[b]Nickname:[/b]Ona
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Race:[/b] Al Mayrin
[b]Appearance:[/b] Blond, golden like straw. Green, pupil-less, quite noticeable in the light. She has deep set scars on her wrists from ropes.
Height: 5'6
[b]Abilities:[/b]
- Capable of using a dagger but prefers to avoid conflict wherever she can.
- Born with the ability to see remote locations in her mind's eye. Ability to tame animals.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Onatha is quiet, shy. At least when she is in public. She tries hard to hide what she is. Once she was happy, bubbly and talkative. Unlike others in her tribe Ona is not musically inclined. She cannot carry a tune or play an instrument. Ona can however sew beautiful clothes and her skill is often sought after. Ona likes the cool night in the deserts. She enjoys fruit when they can get it and she loves to dance.

She hates being stuck indoors for great lengths of time. She scares easily. Onatha never stayed anywhere for very long but she longs to have someone to talk to. Her greatest wish would be to have someone who would look past what she is, to be her friend. Onatha is nervous around new people but a bit of kindness means a great deal to her.

Ona is torn between wanting to go back and join a tribe, to be among the people she knows and the call of the world around her. The tribes offer warmth, companionship and familiarity. The rest of the world offers adventure, freedom and loneliness. The pros and cons of both run through her head constantly. Going back also means facing Kylia, if he is still alive and even cares to remember her. Staying in the cities means the chance at a different life.

[b]Equipment:[/b]

Onatha wears a blue dress is of a light material. Best for the heat. She wears two large bands. One on each wrist. She has sandals on her feet. Her dress is bound at her waist by a rope belt. 

[b]History:[/b]

When Onatha was very young her father struck a bargain with another tribe. His daughter to marry into the other tribe. In return there would be a truce between the two tribes and the use of each others trade routes. Her father stood to gain a great deal simply by marrying her off. When she turn 17 her future family met with her tribe and the preparations for a large wedding commenced. In the other tribe, the Nurlia, there was unrest. There was man who wished to become the new head of the Nurlia. He made his move as the wedding was coming together.

The night before her wedding, Ona found herself with a blanket over her and she was being carried away. She heard cries and screams from around her but could not see anything. When the blanket was removed she was bound by her wrists to the back of a caravan. A man with a sly grin was smiling at her. Kylia looked at her, his purple eyes black in dark desert night. "They are all gone now, I am head of the Nurlia. As such you will be my bride. Then both tribes will be mine."

Onatha walked behind the caravan for days. The ropes bit deeply into her wrists. She did not cry. She knew it would do her no good. They stopped to make camp the fourth day. She heard the murmurs that very few had survived and those that did were expected to acknowledge Kylia as the head or suffer for it. Ona worked on the ropes tirelessly. She used her teeth, anything she could get her hands near. She rubbed them against the caravan. Finally, they started to fray. She worked harder and then in the dead of night she managed to get them to break apart. Quietly, she stole into the camp. She took a dagger, and headed back towards where her tribe had made camp.

It took her days, and she was parched, hungry and dehydrated when she finally reached them.

There were bodies everywhere. Members of both tribes lay out in the sun, the scavenging animals were everywhere. Through tears she managed to find food and gathered up some items. With her family behind her she headed off with whatever supplies she could carry. Ona traveled for years. She made some coin sew and mending in some of the smaller towns. She did her best to keep her identity hidden. She never stayed long in any one place both by choice and by necessity.

Onatha found herself bound to a desk in the library. Her ability was utilized to help patrons find the items they needed. 

One day there was a terrible rumble. Scared but bound to the desk still Onatha hid under the desk. The last thing she remembered was stone falling around her.

That was until the man woke her.