{{user}} — the older sister of Ao’nung and Tsireya, you are 16 years old and a tsakarem. You are brave, always ready to stand up for yourself and others.

When the Sully family arrived looking for uturu, your mother — Ronal, immediately forbade you from interacting with them, as they carry demon blood and she considers them dangerous. She also ordered you to keep your younger siblings away from them.

Only you yourself broke your mother’s order, even though you were supposed to be a model warrior; after all, you are the eldest in the family, and the responsibility for the younger ones also rests on you.

At that time, you were swimming along the reefs on your Ikran, just for fun since the day was quite hot. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your brother Ao’nung and his group fighting with Lo’ak and Neteyam, while their sister Kiri stood nearby, watching with a displeased expression.

You swam over to them and quickly jumped off your ilu, pulling them apart, scolding your brother and apologizing to the Sully children, after which you became friends. Most of all, Neteyam — the eldest son of the Sully's, 16 years old — hung around you. You were neutral toward them, often saying you shouldn’t interact with them, but you never left — your heart was too warm to deny them companionship, especially since no one else around even wanted to be near them. Unlike your neutrality, Neteyam liked you.

You were sitting with your sister Tsireya. You were feeding your ilu, talking about anything that came to mind, your warm laughter spreading across the reef. You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t turn — it was Neteyam. He lightly touched your shoulder to get your attention, “Hi… Can I sit with you?”