Farah Azra

Farah Azra | Azra | Female | 22 years old | 5,4ft | Mechanic, wandering merchant & Kukuri handler

Personality in a nutshell » Azra is a tomboy in every aspect. The athletic young woman isn't afraid of getting dirty and she is more than able to stand up for herself. She is a rascal and recless wandering soul who hates being tied to one place. Quick with her wits, loud and cheerful but awfully blunt. Azra doesn't pretend to like someone if she really doesn't, and this lands her in some trouble from time to time. She doesn't let anyone call her Farah other than her parents and possibly a few people who might be able to get close enough to her, mostly because that's how things work in her culture. Also she just prefers the name Azra, as it has a bit more edge to it than Farah. She lost her arm in an accident when she was young, but this doesn't slow down the energetic woman one bit.

History » Daughter of a blacksmith father and potter mother. Azra was born in a fairly large city in the middle of a scorching desert, so she is no stranger to heat and extreme environments. Azra preferred to spend her time with the city's boy groups ever since she was young and her recless tomboy attitude and little adventures often got her into trouble with the adults. Sometimes she'd be caught trespassing on someone's roof or accidentally breaking some merchant's items. She mostly got off with a stern talk and a slap on the wrist though as she didn't do anything extremely illegal. Once seeing a thief's hand being cut off was enough to discourage the young girl from committing anything worse than small shenanigans. 
Kukuris aren't a common sight in the city Azra was born and raised in. Instead of the furred, raptor-like creatures the townspeople mostly used horses, oxen and camels for transportation and being beasts of burden. Every once in a while one could spot one of the richer people of the city riding the giant, six-legged lizards that roamed the deserts. These creatures were extremely difficult to break and train, and it wasn't uncommon to hear that some unlucky stable boy had gotten their head bitten off by some rich stuck-up's favorite pet. 
One day Azra and her band of rascal boys decided they'd sneak in to one of the stables in the city, which happened to belong to the richest man in the whole desert. They had heard that the lard-filled pork happened to own multiple giant lizards and the youngsters couldn't resist the urge of seeing one of the creatures up close. As night came and the sun set, the young rascals snuck by the stable guards and headed inside the luxurious living quarters of the finest animals in the city. Not paying much attention to the priced stud-horses and weird, foreign creatures the group sneaked onwards, eventually coming up to the stall of one of the lizards. The creature inside the steel-barred stall was one of the biggest lizards the youngsters had ever seen. It was resting peacefully on the hay-covered floor, but the sounds of the group's steps had gotten it to slightly open one of its eyes.
The boys in the group were ready to move on and check the other stalls, but Azra was not yet satisfied. She wanted to get a closer look of the giant creature and thus decided to enter the lizard's stall despite the resistance of her friends. Once inside the stall Azra looked at the giant creature for a while as it continued to lay perfectly still, eyes still only slightly open. The creature seemed calm and Azra decided against her better judgment to reach her hand towards the giant, attempting to quickly touch its neck and see how its skin really felt. She thought she could easily pull her arm back if the lizard seemed to get agitated or aggressive. Boy was she wrong. The humongous creature followed her arm's movements with its slightly opened eyes and lied perfectly still while the girl's hand reached towards its neck. Just as Azra's fingertips were about to touch the scaly surface of the lizard's skin, the creature suddenly thrust it's head towards the reached arm. Its eyes and jaws were open wide and within an instant Azra felt the creatures razor sharp teeth dig into her flesh. With just one, amazingly strong bite the nauseating sound of bones cracking could be heard and as the lizard pulled its head away, the arm that had been reaching towards the giant was no longer there. At least, not from the elbow down. Stunned, Azra managed to stumble backwards and out of the stall as the lizard backed away a few steps to enjoy its midnight snack. Azra's friends quickly shut the stall door between the girl and the creature, tying up her bleeding arm and swiftly scrambling out of the stables before the guards managed to check out the racket. 
The gang headed straight to Azra's home as there was no way they could handle this problem on their own. They quickly fabricated a short lie of being on the outskirts of the town and stumbling across one of the wild lizards which had somehow wound up too close to the city. A doctor was called and Azra survived despite the blood loss she had suffered. Naturally her missing arm couldn't be salvaged as it had become a small snack for the lizard. 
The loss of an arm didn't halt the young woman's shenanigans though. After she recovered she was right back on the same track she had been on before. For a few years she lived with just one arm, but one day a wandering mechanic settled in to the city. Azra quickly became fascinated with his work. He had apparently lived in a huge city somewhere up in the north where technology was far more advanced. Therefore, making robotic prosthetics was no trick for him. Azra became sort of an apprentice of the man after he agreed on building a robotic arm for her. Nowadays the energetic woman travels from city to another, gathering new information on technologies around the world and selling things she makes. From time to time she returns home to see her family and share her newly found knowledge with her master. One time however, she returned home with a weird creature. A raptor-like creature with very short, nearly non-existent fur and a wild, ferocious look in its eyes...

Note! Her mechanic arm can be completely hidden under clothing minus the palm. 

Fun fact: Azra is holding Ratke in the picture. She has some form of a friendship with his handler Hakon, whom she met during one of her journeys. Ratke was very young then and didn't really appreciate Azra's rougher handling. To this day he doesn't really like the woman.

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