Name: Sadira Volantes
SL Login Name: Enkai Mukerji
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Hippogriff
Languages Spoken: Common and High Northern
Allegiance/Faction: None
Character Skills: Flight, Small Guns, Melee
Character Perks:
(General) Abomination Hunter, Grunt, Hunter-Killer
(Racial) Evasion, Intimidating Presence, Junior Speedster/Strafing Run
Starting Gear:
- .308 Hunting Rifle and .45 Pistol (Tier 3)
- Four .308 magazines and two .45 magazines
- Common mercenary outfit and a hunting hat
Miscellaneous Gear:
- Taxidermy Kit
- Trapper's Kit
Biography/Brief History:
Sadira was born to an unusual pair in the wasteland, a griffon father and an earth mare mother, being in likeness of both. In youth, she led a life fairly safe away from the horrors of the wasteland with a single brother in the wrecked Avarin city of Darktide, the old capitol. Their parents scavenged the ruins for their living, keeping their young in their place of business just on the outskirts of town and on the edge of the lingering balefire radiation. She and her brother played many games together to pass the time, becoming almost inseparably close to one another, favoring games of the hunt.It was perhaps indicative of what would one day become of them, for when they came of age, passing into adulthood their griffon father in the tradition of his species sent them out of the 'nest' with a set of supplies to experience the world on their own. They took quickly to life on the waste, honing their skills and taking into the niche of hunting the game around Darktide to sell the meat and hides in the local settlements.
Over the years, they graduated to bigger and bigger game, tailoring their skills and equipment as a team to bring down imposing and dangerous creatures with all sorts of traps and tricks. Their skills as hunters became fairly well known around Darktide, but soon they longed for even greener pastures.
Having heard that there was no scarcity of adventure or game across the sea in the wreckage of the old foe Roanoak, they purchased a map to fly and charter their way to find this land they'd heard of, leaving all they knew behind.
By some stroke of luck they made it there alive, coming to settle in a small place called Diablo Canyon, where they set up shop as both hunting guides to the local game and retailers of trophies, hides, and the exotic meats some denizens of the wasteland have come to crave...
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