Zora Xin-Loona De Zahn

Daughter of the Clan Leader of The Ashwathama clan, she never used the specific role as a sign of safety. Nor she showed she was worthy of it, she's murderous and aggressive. Leading thousands of tribes in loss of incountable wars. Villainous, known to have a sence of where her desire leads. She kills, murderes, attacks and non-than-less tortures whom she wants.

At a young age, she learned how to use a bow by her mother, " The wild eagle. " Best warrior in the east, yet the most wanted in north at that time. She was highly dominating, finding peace in her now husbands arms. Zora was born from many tries, and when she knew she was old enough to fight on her own, she was brought a bow and arrows. Demanded to fight until she couldn't stand straight - some days leading to her passing out in sessions. Zora was evil, highly dominant just like her mother. Her father was more to the peaceful, spiritual type of man. Surely he knew how to fight, but he didn't use it as a threat towards his enemies. The mix of the two parents wasen't as good as wished, it was praised, a blessing to the clan. A warrior along with her twin-brother born, Zion. Two brutal warriors, burning many flames in each tribe and clan they visited in the East.

At the pure age of 17, she mastered each weapon. Her brother...not so much. He was now hated, not by her, but by their parents. He wasen't mastering any weapon, nor any skills. He had fallen in love with a man in the north, And so on had moved there, nobody even pleading to contact him by the disrespect he had to the clan. And so, Zora was now standing alone with 3 years until a forced marriage of another clan, a husband and plenty of children. The crowning of the Clan Leader of The Ashwathama clan. Ofcourse she didn't want to, but dispise her brother, she respected the rules amongst the clan. Knowing she'd only see death if she denied the choices of centuries. And so on, she kept herself to the more lady-like things. Sort as, how to make food, how to be a simple housewife.

2 years had passed by lectures, and she had enough. Zora had grabbed food, clothes and her weapons. Leaving the very same night, starting her adventure towards the nroth, to find her brother and live with him. Even tho, she didn't have any idea what waited her, brutal months of fights between mountain lions, almost slaughtered by the southern clan, The Ishi Clan. But she was brave and determined to reach her goal, drowned in scars and wounds. Was she missing? Yes she was...the tribes getting attacked one by one.