Introduction

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*Oc for story*

My name is Zára te Aia Tarya'ite, but  you can just call me Zára

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My name is Zára te Aia Tarya'ite, but  you can just call me Zára. I'm fifteen years old,

All of my life, it's just been me and my mother.  My father, a brave warrior of the Omatikaya, died in the great battle against the sky people.

He never knew I existed; my mother discovered she was pregnant with me after he was gone.  A hollow ache resides in my chest where knowledge of him should be.  My mother rarely speaks of him, and the silence around his memory feels heavy, like a shroud.  Sometimes, I catch her staring at a worn leather necklace he made for her, a wistful sadness in her eyes, and I long to ask, to know, but the words catch in my throat.

*This is my mother*

Growing up, I hung out with the Sully family a lot, Kiri and Lo'ak are my best friends

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Growing up, I hung out with the Sully family a lot, Kiri and Lo'ak are my best friends. We're practically inseparable.

Neteyam, the eldest Sully, is like an older brother to me. We share a quiet understanding, a bond forged in shared experiences. He's responsible and serious, always helping his father with the duties of the clan, so he doesn't join our adventures as often as I'd like.  Still, I cherish the moments we do have together.

There are three things that make my spirit soar: the exhilarating rush of wind against my face as I fly on my Ikran, Storm; the primal satisfaction of a successful hunt, providing for my mother and myself; and the insatiable curiosity that drives me to explore every nook and cranny of Pandora, uncovering its hidden wonders.  Each new vista, each strange creature, fills me with a sense of awe and belonging.

*this is Storm*

This is my life, a tapestry woven with threads of loss and love, adventure and belonging

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This is my life, a tapestry woven with threads of loss and love, adventure and belonging.  And this is where my story truly begins...

*authors note*

I'm sorry if the Oc looks weird, I tried my best to find a realistic Navi, it is really hard to find
Good characters to use 😭

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