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[sub][i]An imposing woman of about six and a half feet, with deeply tan skin, vibrant green eyes, and a mass of black curls. Sprouting from the sides of her head and curling upwards elegantly are a pair of twisted horns adding nearly another foot to her height.[/i][/sub]
[h2]Lady Siadamkiru Beneni[/h2]

[b]Race:[/b]
Drakken
[b]Age:[/b]
88
[b]Element(s):[/b]
Fire and Water
[b]Height:[/b]
6’4”

[b]Bio:[/b]
Sia was the only daughter, and the middle child, of thirteen children. Her father, a Drakken general quite successful in the campaigns against the south, naturally had several Gemminite wives and several more slaves. So Sia grew up surrounded by her half-brothers. It wasn’t a loving home but she made the most of it. The whole time she was growing up she saw how her father and brothers mistreated the women who made and kept their home.

As the family was growing up, naturally all the siblings trained in martial arts, blade combat, and ranged weaponry. Sia was as good as her brothers in accuracy, slightly less good in brute force, and a good deal better in agility, endurance, and speed exercises.

One day, when she was twenty years old, she watched two of her elder brothers harassing one of the slave women. One of the younger ones, still quite attractive. They were trying to force the girl to do something she clearly did not want to do; she tried to resist but they overpowered her. Sia stepped in at that point, challenging her brothers. They told her to mind her manners. She told them to remember that the woman they were so brutally mistreating was the mother of one of their brothers. Her eldest brother slapped her; in a fit of rage she drew her dagger and rammed it into his heart. He was dead instantly.

Her family exiled her, naturally. Threw her out, disowned her. She vanished off the map for almost four decades; they figured she’d died or gone off in shame. What they certainly did not expect was for an armed, armored Sia, carrying the decomposing head of one of the great Southern war generals, and leading about 100 chained slaves, to come knocking on the front gates and demand entry.

The slaves were a gift to her fifth brother, whom had inherited the household (as several of her brothers had killed each other in the years that she was gone). Naturally, with her sudden, unexplained rise to military glory, she demanded to be reinstated as a member of the family.

Over the next few years, unfortunate… accidents met her older brothers as they went off to wage war. Currently she is the head of an almost-empty household, as the elder half of her household is deceased, and the younger half is off waging war to gain glory.

And Sia? She’s mostly bored, stuck at home waiting. She needs something to entertain her. So she finally decided to call in her military victories and come claim a bride or two.
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