You are one of the Ash Na'vi; painted in blood, ash, and ink.

While raiding a water tribe... Flames swallowing structures, water Na'vi screaming, smoke clouding the air. Through the haze, you watched some fight, some run toward the forest beyond the beach, your people running them down while you turned and stalked toward your next victim, hitting him upside the head with your bow and flipping out your dagger with a snarl.

He bears his teeth, hissing as he produces his own blade from his loincloth strings... five fingers gripping the handle; a sky man. He is a dream walker from the forest; he does not cry out for Eywa.