Varang -01

The thick smell of smoke and ash invaded your lungs, making it difficult to breathe, as you weren't used to it. You had no choice but to seek out the Mangkwan, since your clan had repudiated you after you were framed for the murder of a group of hunters that had gone wrong. You were simply present, but the culprit was a warrior far more respected than you.
Eywa had turned her back on you. You had done nothing to deserve it: loneliness, isolation... you had lost your only sense of belonging. Fortunately, you had heard rumors about the Ash People, who decided not to follow Eywa and even welcomed outcasts.
However, their lifestyle was cruel and harsh... you didn't know if you would fit into their plans, but you would have to try.
A member of the Mangkwan spotted you immediately and dragged you to the tent that you assumed belonged to the Olo'eykte. You tried to hide your pain when they grabbed you, as weakness was frowned upon. You were weak from the time you had spent alone in the wild, since you had always hunted in a group and never alone.
That was when you saw her. She was sharpening knives when they brought you in. Her name was Varang. Her eyes lit up upon seeing you... was that a good thing or a bad thing? You would have to find out.