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Basics
”You want to talk? Awesome! Let’s just find a safe place first, and I’ll spill anything you wanna know, free of charge.”

Sagira Massari
Sagira’s family has roots in Egypt. Considering heritage was always something stressed as important to her growing up, it makes sense her parents would give her an Egyptian name.

Nickname(s)
No one has ever given her a nickname before. It’s always just been Sagira.

Role
The Grudgingly Experienced Warrior

Age
17

Gender
Female

Romantic Interest(s)
Sagira hasn’t met enough other people long enough to ever have developed a serious attachment to anyone. She just sees cute people passing in and out on their way to other places. Sometimes she’ll trail an especially cute one to make sure they don’t get swallowed by the shadows before they leave.

Sexuality
Sagira’s sexuality is “cute”. If you’re cute, she likes you, and will probably squeal over you frequently. If there was anyone for her to come out to, she’s sure she would have told them, but there isn’t really.



Appearance
”I love the way I look. I don’t see a point in not loving it.”

Hair
Sagira’s hair is long, thick, and relatively straight, falling to about four inches below her shoulder blades. It’s about two shades darker than her skin tone, and she usually wears it up in a high ponytail if she’s doing anything outside. Her fringe is long, obviously in the early stages of being grown out, and choppy, as if they were cut with a razor as opposed to actual scissors.

Eyes
Admittedly a bit large for her face, Sagira’s eyes are a dark green, though not particularly bright. She has thick lashes, but as food is hard to come by, they lack luster and are a bit sunken in appearance. Still, overall she has a very pretty gaze, and damn good vision to boot.

Skin
Her skin is a dark brown with reddish undertones. As such, she doesn’t really tan, and it takes a hell of a lot to give her sunburn. Her lips are both slightly lighter and redder than the skin on her face, giving them a full effect but also making them look like she perpetually bites them or something.

Markings
She has plenty of smallish scars on her hands, one here or there on her knees, and a knick that just barely touches her upper lip on the left side, but nothing huge.

Build
Growing up on the terrain Sagira did builds muscle. Standing at 5’10”, she has the sculpted body of a runner or gymnast, muscles obviously there but nothing too bulky. She has wide shoulders for a woman, and a decently sized chest, which overall makes her a pretty imposing figure for those who don’t know her.

Clothes
Considering Sagira makes most of her own clothes, they’re certainly something. The stitches make it pretty clear they’re handmade, and often the fabric is a mesh of different materials, but she always leans for bright colors with minimal patterns. She also has no qualms about showing skin, and though she’d never sacrifice practicality for fashion, she’s often sporting shorts or a quarter-length shirt. Also hats, sometimes.
Her shoes are heavy work boots, obviously made for a male’s wideset feet, but they fit her well enough. They’re old and dirty, but she loves them all the same.

Accessories
Sagira makes her own jewelry, and she has a small pair of earrings that she particularly enjoys. She also has a red scarf tied around her right wrist, a bit ragged and obviously old, but the material is still gorgeous.

Weapons
Sagira carries a tube on her back, sort of like the ones you’d put maps in, and in it are sticks. She also carries a lighter, and when the shadows converge, nothing disorients them the way light does. A small knife is always tucked into one of her work boots. She also has a bow and several arrows, but she doesn’t carry those on her all the time and only uses them for hunting.

Skills
”You gotta learn how to take care of yourself out here. I’m not the brightest, but I know how to survive.”

Natural Skills
• Social – good with people
• Fast runner – physically capable
• Resourceful

Learned Skills
• Hunting/Tracking
• First Aid, particularly when options are limited
• Creativity
• Building
• Defensive Fighting – she wouldn’t know what to do with a sword, but she knows how to stay alive and keep herself from getting hurt

Weaknesses
• Not the sharpest tool in the shed
• Rash decision-maker
• Gets attached to people too easily
• Naïve
• Pushy at times


Mentality
”I swear, I’m a cool person if you’d just… stick around and actually get to know me.”

Quirks
• Crooked smile when she’s particularly excited about something
• Has a sweet-tooth she’d never admit to
• Uses a lot of hand gestures when she’s talking – very animated in general

Likes
• Jewelry making
• People. Seriously, she likes just about everyone.
• Art – this can be any form of media, if it’s creative, she likes it.
• Gardening – she’s terrible at it, but damn does she try
• Music – she’s not a very good dancer, but she likes to sort of throw herself around and pretend it’s graceful
• Nature

Dislikes
• Waiting/being idle
• Being ignored
• Confrontation/Argument – seriously, can’t we all just get along?
• Swimming – she knows how, but she dislikes getting her hair wet and prefers to have her feet firmly on the ground
• Seriousness – Sagira would rather everyone just chill out and of pretend the bad stuff isn’t really that bad.

Fears
• Getting taken over by a shadow – she watched it happen to her mother. Never again.
• Dying – who wants to do that, right?
• Not being strong enough – she’s not afraid of failure, exactly. It’s a little different from that. She’s afraid of crying. She’s afraid of losing someone or something because she couldn’t get there in time, or couldn’t save them. In a way, she’s afraid of admitting she’s only human.

Personality
At first, Sagira might come off as a bit abrasive. She’s loud, easily excited, and all too willing to get into your personal space, both metaphorically and literally. She’s the type of person who assumes upon meeting you, you’re her friend. She loves people, loves to interact and ask questions, and she doesn’t always get right away that not everyone is so comfortable with that.

She’ll never purposefully make someone uncomfortable, though. She only has to be told once if she’s doing something that someone is bothered by, and she’ll go out of her way to accommodate them after that. Sometimes she’s a little forgetful, especially if she’s particularly excited about something, but when she gets that way it only takes a gentle reminder for her to go into full apology mode.

She tries her best to always be light-hearted and casual. Her emotions play over her expressions clear as day, so you’ll never have to guess what she’s thinking. She has a big, easy smile and it’s not hard to coax it out of her. She doesn’t like talking about negative things for too long though, so it’s hard to get her to talk about things that are bothering her, or bad past experiences. She also sometimes sounds like she’s trivializing people when they tell her their problems. In truth, she takes people putting trust in her very seriously. She just doesn’t always know what to say to make people feel better, so she’ll try to cheer them up with something less serious.

Not that she doesn’t know how to act when something important is happening. She’s quick to make decisions and she’s always consistent, and if she or someone she cares about is in danger, she knows to drop the jokes. She would make a great leader if she was a little more patient, but she’s usually the type to act – or speak- first, and think about it later.

Overall, she’s not very bright, and definitely not book-smart, but she’s resourceful and takes pride in that. Sagira can make just about anything out of, well, just about anything. She enjoys creating things, and values creativity and uniqueness in life. She’s very respectful of both reality and others fantasies, viewing them both as crafted works of art that deserve to be taken care of. Despite the hard life she’s led, she really does have a passion for life and sees the beauty in humanity.

Because of that, it’s pretty damn hard to get on her bad side. You’d have to do something really bad to make her not like you, though the best way would be to insult or roll your eyes at the things she cares about and finds important. She’s very confident in herself, but her passion makes it hard for her to disregard the opinions of others.

Personal Life
”It’s not always the easiest, I guess. Living. But this life, it’s mine, and you bet your ass I’m gonna cherish it. Yours too.”

Significant Relationships
None, really. She met some people here and there, but no one ever really stuck around long enough for her to get to know them.

Family
Nebbi Massari – deceased

Sagira’s mother was very much like her. She loved the Earth, and believed it deserved to be taken care of. She thought fantasies were well and good, but she taught Sagira to appreciate life, her life, just as it was. She was a kind and loving person, with a warm laugh and an infinitely interesting mind. She had an amazing green thumb, and feared fantasies would make humans out of touch with themselves. As such, she never built one, and was very careful to teach Sagira all about her family’s history, their heritage, as well as much of world history as she could. Sagira never found that quite as interesting, though.
That’s it. Sagira never knew her father, and had no siblings. Never really had any friends, either. It was always just her and her mother. Sagira had to kill her a few months back, though, when she got taken over by a shadow and driven insane. Not exactly fun stuff.

History
Sagira was born and raised on Earth. Needless to say, it wasn’t the easiest life. Her and her mother lived in a cottage just outside a long forgotten city, surrounded by trees. Though the outside was dark like the rest of the world, Sagira’s home was filled with color. Paintings adorned the walls, there was always fires lit to keep everything touched by plenty of light, and there were even flowers in boxes on the window sills. It was a happy home, though Sagira often felt confined by the walls. She wasn’t allowed to go out, though she learned very early on why.

Nebbi filled her daughter’s childhood with love. She told her stories, and taught her how to paint and take care of plants and sew. Though she wasn’t very good at any of that, she still had fun doing that. Sagira never had anything sugar-coated for her, though. Nebbi taught her how to make the world her own, while still facing the realities of it. When she was older, she learned how to hunt for food, how to patch herself up when she was hurt, and most importantly, how to keep the shadows away.

When Sagira was a teenager, she often did the hunting and gathering supplies for them to make clothes/paint/ect. As such, she often ran into dream-walkers, as her mother called them, hopping between their dream worlds. Craving social contact, she tried to engage with them, but they never stayed for very long out of fear for the shadows. Still, she learned from these wandering travelers, things her mother could never teach her. It would have been nice to have a friend, though. She always wondered what these dream worlds were like, but she never thought of entering them herself.

It was when her mother began to age that things got difficult. As her mind weakened, she became a target for the shadows. It was only so long before they managed to latch onto her. Sagira tried everything, but once a shadow has taken you, there’s nothing you can do. Her mother lasted three days before she lost herself completely, going crazy and switching between trying to harm Sagira and trying to harm herself. Sagira knew this was never the life her mother would have wanted, and so, she killed her. It was clean, and there was very little pain. Sagira doesn’t like to talk about it.

Ever since then, she’s been on her own. She thought about entering a dream world, but in the end, she decided her mother’s vision of taking care of Earth mattered more. So she stayed.