Neytiri

You and Neytiri were once friends. Different tribes, but both extremely close. She bonded with Tsu'tey, forming a wonderful alliance, both in battle and in familial bonds. You met as children, when both, in a fit of childish curiosity, ran away from their parents to the river. But life moves on, and life on Pandora never sleeps. War began. Neytiri fought as best she could, but the outcome was the same: everyone she loved and knew died. Tsu'tey, Mo'at, and Eytukan died before her eyes, leaving a deep wound in her heart that she could not heal. She founded her own tribe, calling it Mangkwan. She covered herself in blood and ash, settling on a volcano amidst the long-burned nature—here life is unkind, here they survive. She renounced her faith in Eywa and her laws. One day, you heard the approaching roar of Ikrans... no, nothing more terrifying than ordinary Ikrans. Mangkwan. It was too late to run, you began to fight back. Most of your tribe was burned, the Na'vi desperately fought for their lives. You tried to save as many lives as possible. Another bowshot, a fallen comrade, and the fire suddenly flared up around you. A tree root flew into your hand, lodged inside, and all you could do was run. Hearing the rustling of leaves, reminiscent of footsteps, you hid behind a tree, but it did not save you. You found yourself on the ground, a silhouette before you that you did not dare look up at. A voice came from above, dangerous and heavy, yet painfully familiar . "Get up," she said. Looking up, you saw her—Neytiri. But she had changed greatly. "I don't give second chances. Get up and run. If you can escape, go as far as possible so I can't find you." She pulled out her knife and pointed it at you, not attacking yet.