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  NAME.   Auroa Sinistra
  ALIASES / NICKNAMES.   The Empress
  DOB | AGE.   26 Years old
  GUARDING DEITY.   Rhalgr (Has no role in her rp)
  HEIGHT | WEIGHT.   152.3 cm | 135lbs
  GENDER | SEXUALITY.   Female. | Bisexual | Poly
  JOB | OCCUPATION.   Dragoon/White Mage/Dancer | Dancer/Runs a totally legal casino and tea house (Nothing shady going on there)
  PLACE OF ORIGIN | AFFILIATION.   The Azim Steppes | The Doth'ral / The Dealer of Death
  FAMILY.  
Sumi Doth'ral (Mom) Alive
Urus Doth'ral (Father) Dead
Rose Sinistra (Adopted Mother) Dead
  EYE COLOR | HAIR COLOR | SKIN TONE.   One deep blue and one deep green eye surrounded in a silver Limbal ring | Black with Silvery white highlight | Light olive tone skin
  FREE COMPANY   The Dealers Of Death (https://dealersofdeath.carrd.co/)
  NOTABLE FEATURES.  
Her body is covered in tattoos
Claw like nails
A set of small fangs
Hidden by her tattoos her body is covered in scars both small and large
Her body type is Curvy with a slight muscular build from her time as a warrior.
Not a feature but she can be found having a small Fenrir pup following her around

  PERSONALITY.   Sweet, with a strong maternal streak, Auroa is warm and nurturing to those she loves. But don’t be fooled, she’s feisty, flirtatious, and more than capable of defending herself. Push too far, and you’ll meet the feral side she keeps hidden beneath the softness.  The Early Years.   Born into the Doth’ral tribe, Auroa was raised to be a warrior, whether she wanted to be or not. Her mother, driven by ambition and tradition, pushed her daughter relentlessly, training her night and day until exhaustion became routine. Failure was not an option.
In her ruthless pursuit of strength, Auroa’s mother went so far as to have her daughter’s mind merged with that of a beast, an ancient and dangerous rite meant to awaken something primal. It worked. Auroa emerged with heightened instincts, sharper senses… and a wild, feral edge that never truly left her.By the age of twelve, she was already a veteran of battle, fear of death long since burned away. Spear in hand, claws bared, fangs flashing, Auroa tore through the blood-soaked fields of war and the brutal contests of the Nadaam with terrifying ease. She wasn’t just a fighter. She was a force.  The Fall from Glory.  Auroa continued her life as a warrior until the age of twenty-one, when a devastating injury during the Nadaam left her permanently weakened. The wound was severe enough that her tribe deemed her unfit to fight, a cruel sentence for someone who had known nothing but battle. She thought, perhaps, that this would be her chance to finally choose her own path. But her mother seemed to have other plans.Stripped of her warrior’s role, Auroa was instead promised as a bride to another tribesman, a brutal, unkind Au Ra named Rok. It was not a union of love, but one of control and legacy. Refusing to live a life dictated by others any longer, Auroa fled the night before the wedding. She ran through the grassy plains of the Steppe's, dodging both beast and man until at last, broken and breathless, she reached the shores of Limsa Lominsa.She didn’t know what would come next, only that her life was finally hers.  A New Start.   When Auroa finally reached the shores of Limsa Lominsa, she was little more than a shadow of her former self. Her small Xaela frame was battered and bruised from the punishing journey, and she wandered the unfamiliar city in a daze, confused, silent, and unable to speak or write the common tongue. Her steps were unsteady, her mind fogged with pain and exhaustion. Eventually, her body gave out. She collapsed in the streets, alone, and slipped into unconsciousness starving, wounded, and utterly spent.
When she awoke, it was to the gentle scent of herbs and sea salt. She found herself wrapped in warmth, lying in a modest cottage nestled near the shores of the Mist. Her rescuer, a kindly old Hyur woman with soft hands and an even softer voice. The woman had found Auroa half-dead and brought her home without hesitation.In the year that followed, the two formed an unlikely bond. The woman taught Auroa how to speak the common tongue, patiently guiding her through Eorzean culture and customs. In return, Auroa helped around the cottage, cleaning, gathering herbs, and eventually cooking. To her surprise, she discovered a deep love for the art of food.Day by day, Auroa began to heal, not just her body, but the raw wounds carved deep into her spirit. The old woman became more than a savior; she became a mother figure, something Auroa had never truly known. And when the time came, she chose to honor that bond by taking the woman’s last name as her own. From that moment forward, she was no longer Auroa Doth'ral.She was Auroa Sinistra.  Adjusting To A New World.   As time passed, Auroa’s world continued to open in ways she never expected. One day, she met Zara, a short, fiery blonde Hyur with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. Bold, spirited, and utterly unapologetic, Zara quickly became Auroa’s closest friend and most trusted confidant.Where Auroa was confused and uncertain, Zara was loud and fearless, guiding her through the chaos of Eorzean life with ease. She answered every strange question Auroa had, no matter how awkward, and helped her navigate the unfamiliar customs of the land. It was Zara who helped her find work, first as a dancer, then as a courtesan, teaching her not just how to survive, but how to own her presence with grace and confidence.There were still many things Auroa didn’t understand, phrases that made no sense, traditions that felt alien, emotions she couldn’t quite name. But with Zara at her side, laughing through it all, she felt for the first time in a long while, like maybe, just maybe, she belonged.She might not have it all figured out yet… but she was learning. And one day, she’d get there.  Happy Timeline.  One evening, while wandering through the golden streets of Ul’dah, Auroa found herself drawn into the lively hum of the Quicksand. The bar was buzzing with energy, laughter, conversation, and the clinking of glasses filling the air like music. Every table was packed with adventurers, traders, and dreamers.Weaving through the crowd, Auroa finally found an empty table tucked in the corner. She sat, sipping her wine, watching the tide of people pass with quiet curiosity. But her solitude didn’t last long. A soft voice broke through the din, and Auroa’s silver gaze lifted to meet a pair of striking eyes. A blonde Miqo’te stood before her, smiling with mischief and charm, asking if she could join her. She said yes.What began as playful conversation turned into hours of laughter, shared stories, and lingering glances. What was meant to be nothing more than a passing connection—friends with benefits at most blossomed into something far deeper. Days turned to weeks, and before Auroa could name the feeling blooming in her chest, she had fallen in love.The blonde became her partner, her anchor, and eventually, her fiancée. Auroa embraced not just her beloved, but also the woman’s two adopted children, stepping into a maternal role she never expected but filled with fierce love.Through her fiancée, Auroa’s world widened again. She made new friends, some of whom became lovers, trusted companions, and eventually, another fiancé. Her heart, once closed off by duty and pain, now held a chosen family she never thought she’d deserve.  Dark Timeline.   While shopping one day in the bustling Sapphire Markets of Ul’dah, Auroa’s fate took a dark and unexpected turn. Amid the colorful chaos of stalls and bartering voices, she encountered a Viera woman—tall, elegant, and seemingly kind. Lost and disoriented in the crowd, the small Xaela accepted the woman’s offer of help without hesitation. It was a mistake.
The world blurred. Her vision dimmed. And when she woke, Auroa found herself naked and alone in a cold, dimly lit cell. Chains clinked softly as she moved. Panic rose like fire in her chest. Soon, her captor revealed herself, the Viera was no kind stranger, but the co-leader of a cruel underground organization, and Auroa had been taken to serve as her pet.Days bled into weeks, and those weeks into torment. Stripped of dignity and name, Auroa endured cruelty at the hands of her captor, a plaything to be broken and owned. But even in the depths of captivity, she found an unexpected light, a Rean named Kaylemfein. Though he held rank within the group, he never treated her as less than a person. Where others saw a slave, he saw a soul.In stolen moments and hushed conversations, something tender began to grow. Auroa found comfort in Kaylemfein’s presence, and slowly, a deep love bloomed between them, quiet, defiant, and dangerous.Eventually, power shifted. Her captor fell, and new leadership took control of the organization. In a strange twist of fate, Auroa was gifted to Kaylemfein in recognition of his loyalty. Though the gesture stung, reminding her she was still seen as property, she found solace at his side. If she had to belong to anyone, at least it was someone who loved her.But peace was fleeting. The organization began to crumble from within, and with Auroa’s help, Kaylemfein helped orchestrate its downfall. When it finally fell, he gave her back the one thing no one else had, her freedom.And she chose to stay.Together, they disappeared into the shadows, side by side once more, this time as partners. When Kaylemfein rose again to help rebuild the group known as the Dealers of Death, Auroa was with him, not as a slave… but as an equal.  Life In The Dealers.  Now among the Dealers of Death, Auroa found herself thrust into an unexpected seat of power. Given the title of The Empress and placed at the helm of the Court of Cups, the young Xaela was at first overwhelmed. Leadership had never been something she envisioned for herself, but here she stood, crowned in responsibility and reverence. Thankfully, with the steady support of her fellow house members, she soon adjusted, and to her surprise, even began to thrive.But change did not come only in the form of work.Though Auroa remained deeply in love with her mate Kaylefine, her heart began to wander, quietly, unexpectedly. It was Ransetsu Musa a tall, blue-haired Raen, who caught her eye and, eventually, her affection. Witty, charming, and irreverently funny, he intrigued her from the start. One of their first meetings had been anything but gentle, a heated clash on a windswept beach, blood on the sand, and bruises blooming like wildflowers. And yet, as dawn broke, the chaos faded into an oddly tender calm, Auroa found herself nestled against him, wrapped in a fragile peace that would grow into something far stronger. Over time, her feelings deepened until she could no longer deny it, she loved him. And one day, she would call him her mate too.Time passed in the Dealers, and Auroa discovered she was pregnant, with Kaylefine's child. The news filled her with a joy she believed would last forever. But forever proved to be cruel. One morning, she awoke to find Kaylefine gone. Days turned to weeks, and then to months, with no sign, no word. Heartbreak settled like a storm in her chest. Left with silence, she was forced to accept the unthinkable, he was either dead… or had abandoned her.Grief gave way to darkness, and Auroa began to spiral. With Ransetsu away on an important mission, the ache of loneliness consumed her. But just when it seemed she would drown in sorrow, a quiet strength appeared, Kateshi Yamamoto, a fellow Xaela from the Steppe. Stoic and seemingly emotionless, he became her anchor. He offered support, a shoulder to cry on, and arms to hold her when the nights were long and heavy. And slowly, the warmth returned to her heart. In time, feelings bloomed, unexpected and fierce, and to her joy, he returned them.Eventually, Ransetsu returned, triumphant from his mission. With both Kateshi and Ransetsu by her side, Auroa began to rise again. The pain remained, a scar rather than a wound, but she was no longer lost. She had endured. And in the arms of those who loved her, she would flourish once more.

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