============Stats=============
SL Name: Keaki Mornington
Character Name: Areva Sai
Relatives: None known to date
Age: 24 years
Birthplace: Southern Asia
thnicity: Possibly Thai or Vietnamese
============Appearance==========
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 136lbs
Eyes: Greenish gray
Hair: Black
Skin tone: Dark tan
Distinguishing features: Piercings around her mouth and on her lip. Scars running up and down the lengths of her arms as well as along her abdomen. Normally concealed or hidden.
isible weapons:Single dagger on her upper right arm.
=============Story=============
Born somewhere in Southern Asia, Keaki was sold at birth to a Thai guerilla group. Forced to trek along with them through the dense forests most of her life, she was used in ways a child should never be used. As she got older the group recognized how her young mind was able to absorb information quickly and decided to train her into helping them invade nearby villages and ambush enemy rebels. Not having enough resources to uphold guns all the time, the group stuck to using knives and machetes during their raids. Machetes being much too large for the small girl, they trained and equipped her with numerous amounts of different types of daggers. When she was sixteen she was as good as any of the other members, if not better due to her swiftness and accurate strikes. She found herself wanting to participate more and more in the raids, the rush of adrenaline creating a high like euphoria throughout her body. The best sensation in the world that would arise from the scream and terror they brought forth. The numbness of death and torture brought around her soon turned into a sick fascination and obsession. To prove her dedication to the group, Keaki was subject to several painful hours of being adorned with a half-body tattoo that laced across most of her upper body. The aggravating pain would only continue as numerous piercings were struck around and through her plump lips.
Slowly the group began to lose members as she got older, the fight against the establishment was slowly dying along with their people. It was only a few months after her eighteenth birthday that the other group members started turning themselves in. Thailand's leader had offered to pardon any surviving guerilla members that gave themselves up in exchange for their weapons and loyalty to the republic. Furious at the thought of going what she's gone through her whole life, just to have it taken away, Keaki fled away from the disappearing group and deeper into the jungle. Food was hard to find, much less healthy drinking water. And like a moth to the flame she turned towards her knives for entertainment and comfort. Her fascination had quickly turned into a sick fetish. Being too deep in the uninhabited jungle, there was no one around to satisfy her addiction of watching a blade scar down a persons skin, so instead she'd do it to herself. Focusing mainly on her abdominal area and arms she made sure these areas were covered to hide from any infection.
The deadline had past to which the pardons would be offered, any outlawed rebels were ordered to be shot or captured on sight and imprisoned as political prisoners. She moved as swiftly as she could, dehydrated, fatigued and starving she had no chance of escaping the hunters. Finally captured she was sent to an imprisonment camp in northern Thailand where she was brutally tortured and interrogated for an entire year, some members of her group infact did not turn themselves in and Thai leaders determined she knew where they were. However, on the dawn of a new day, the camp was attacked. Foreign leaders at war with Thailand had finally invaded, she hid well inside her small confinement. Loud mechanical noises were heard throughout the first night, rapid gunfire, and noises she had never heard before. The next morning soldiers pillaged through the camp, searching for prisoners and killing off any surviving guards. Being the only woman in the camp that survived, she gained sympathy from one group of the soldiers and was shipped back to their country.
Upon arriving she soon learned the higher leaders of the military organization wouldn't be so gullible to convince her innocence otherwise. They knew that the camp they had raided was considered one of the more heavily guarded sites due to the known violence of the prisoners inside. Here, she would learn English and also catch the eye of one of the Sergeant's. He was a burly man, his breath smelled and he was not one of good hygiene. He'd request one on one interrogation meetings with her on a weekly basis, all the while he was groping and fondling her. His actions were gradually becoming more aggressively persistent, until one day she wouldn't take it anymore. Pulling out a small knife hidden in her upper inner thigh she stabbed it directly into the center of his Adam's apple, slowly sliding it down blood spewed and gushed as he died a slow and painful death. Staring upon him, the blood and knife for several moments before she snuck out of the lightly guarded room. The other guards apparently knowing what he was doing as they seemed to stay outside of the building, more than an earshot away.
Running into the darkness of the night she'd travel several weeks before finally reaching the city of Hathian...