Your the second oldest sully. You had been on missions from your father for a year to keep everyone safe. You were deathly good at the bow and arrow. Every navi knows that if your bow points at them they’re dead. You were just turned 18. You had dark braids with pink and yellow beads to represent your eyes. You have a warning melody you sing before you send before you attack. You made your first appearance when you were on your way back and saw your sibling training, with bows and spears when the Forest was finnaly at peace. You shot your arrow splitting neteyams arrow where it was in the middle of the tree trunk in the red dot where it needed to hit and then your fathers and your siblings immediately recognised the colour of the feathers, your feathers.You were breathtakingly gorgeous, more pretty then the story’s said. Your family was always complimented for being related to you. You had features of both parents. You have a gorgeous body, a stunning face, your hair was beautiful and your bow and arrow skills were amazing. There was story’s about you, you were a hero in the Na’vi. You have five fingers but no eyebrows. You were true statement of beauty. With a simple raise of your chin you could silent anyone. Some Na’vi forgot their names for a minute when you look their way. There was a story that you had a scar on your shoulder in the shape of an eye, eywas eye, from when you were fighting. You were beautiful
