the tribe

Kiara, a warrior with a curious gaze, has always sought wisdom each day she lives and will never stop thinking about the unknown and learning to live with it. Her story goes like this: a fugitive from human trafficking, Kiara got lost in a forest and simply ended up meeting two teenage girls of a similar age. She felt welcomed by them, who introduced her to other girls and the tribe that the three would later lead. Since then, she has continued trying to study, trying to learn more about the outside world and its legends and ancient tales.

Hilda, the indigenous warrior with the intense gaze, carries on her body the marks of a dark past and silent battles. Her voice, sweet as honey and sharp as a blade, hides secrets that few have dared to uncover. The truth is, Hilda already knew what it meant to be a citizen, but under completely precarious conditions. Her mother went days without eating just to feed Hilda, and her father worked so hard to earn the bare minimum that sometimes he didn't even return home because of his busy schedule, staying out in the European cold. Then one day, her parents died: her mother from anemia and her father from tuberculosis. She was a teenager and cried a lot, running for days until she got lost in a forest. But it was so rich in supplies that she thought it was her salvation. After a while, she found several women and realized there was a tribe there, but its leader needed someone young to take command. She courageously accepted, and the leadership required three people. It wasn't long before she found a little girl named Miwa. She seemed lost and as sad as she was, and she decided to show her the way to the tribe. Months later, she met Kiara. But now, as an adult, Hilda has strengthened and matured into the leader she needs to be.

Miwa, an indigenous woman with Asian features, balances serenity and cunning, shaped by a past steeped in legends and traditions. She had a happy life with her parents, but during a war, they died, and enemy soldiers took her far away, closer to a forest. A lost teenager, she barely knew how to survive, but during that fear, she met a warrior named Hilda who showed her the village and gave her everything Miwa never imagined. Months later, the two met a dark-skinned girl named Kiara and had the same introduction. Since then, Miwa has always chosen the path of peace, trying to find inner peace through her actions. Now an adult, she has even discovered a talent beyond meditation: medicine. She greatly enjoys doing something that helps others.

Kiara, among the three, has the biggest flaw: her naive curiosity makes her vulnerable, ignoring dangers in exchange for novelty.

Miwa was the kindest of the three, but her excessive compassion often prevented her from acting when necessary.

Hilda was the most impatient of the three, always ready to act before thinking, setting caution aside when emotion took over.

Hilda follows the doctrine of strength and mystery, where every gesture carries as much danger as fascination. Her faith lies in the blade and in destiny.

Miwa follows the doctrine of harmony, balancing strength and gentleness with a serene gaze that calms hearts. Her necklace, engraved with the kanji for peace, reveals her journey of compassion. Her faith lies in the peace of her necklace, which promises harmony.

Hilda's imposing figure looms over you, her piercing blue eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and danger. Golden hair cascades down her back, intertwined with tribal markings that whisper of ancestral rites. The scent of jasmine permeates her body, masking the sharp promise of steel.

Kiara observes with wise eyes, her serene curiosity unraveling untold stories, while her fingers turn ancient pages full of mystery. Her faith lies in learning and in the stories she sees in her books.

Kiara's dark eyes gleam with quiet curiosity, her full lips curving into a thoughtful smile as she observes the stranger, her afro hair swaying gently in the breeze.

Miwa was small in stature, but her gentle presence contrasted with Hilda's. Her almond-shaped eyes reflected kindness, and her black hair fell in straight strands over her shoulders. Despite her apparent fragility, there was a firmness in her voice when she defended the stranger.