Alias: None known
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Body 7, Mind 5, Soul 3
Sex: Female aspect; Ht: 7' (at shoulder); Wt: 2000 lbs.

"I swear by the wind and the sands - the two-legs are NOT to be trusted!"

Character Description/Notes: Born of the wild stretches of sand and sun-burnt stone, Quicksand lives as free and fierce as the desert where Ai birthed her. She loved the hidden beauty and vitality the scorched land veiled, her eyes attuned to notice each mole, bat, and scorpion hidden in the shadows of the day. Quicksand rejoiced in dancing duels with sand sprites and racing other dawns over the vast plains, the constant cycle of blazing sun and frosty eve a continual procession of unquenchable life. She knew nothing better than basking in the warmth of her world, riding a draft in tune with the melodic thrum of Ai.

Nor would she forget that sumptuous song when its memory haunted her on the dry winds of Apoc-Earth. She remembered the cool draft that sent the smaller animals scurrying to holes in the ground, how even they sensed the futility of their instincts as the vengeful dust storm rose across the horizon. Quicksand had ascended from a glorious nap to see the extent of the coming sirocco, she discovered the behemoth wall of grit and wind rose as high as she could climb and extended to swallow the world in hailing sand. Accustomed to the might of a burning sand blanket, the L'na covered herself in a sheath of stone and air, plunging toward the earth to weather the storm in her cave. She raced across the desert plains like a streak of orange lightning; however, strangely, the bulwark of dirt raced faster, catching the L'na before she could clear the distance to the mountain peaks ahead, pounding the dawn between the worlds and into a bitter, truly deserted land. Quicksand awoke to see the dust settle over her and a world unlike Ai, a place devoid of the thriving tune of life. She had tumbled into Apoc-Earth.

The echo of Ai strongly throbbed in the liberty-loving L'na's heart, causing her to think of home and life she had lost. Disconnected from the vital presence, the L'na's primal nature arose to bond with her intense persona, forming a severity and fierceness few could equal or contend. Quicksand adorned her form with the natural predatory forms of the world she remembered, fashioning herself into a pinnacle hunter. She hunted along the nadir of the broken land, meditating on her lost home and how to inflame the spark of Ai inside her into a firestorm to either return or become a new Ai apart from her world. Thus, her powers of mind slowly began to parallel the potency of her muscled body, cunning and ferocity decimated opponents she encountered. Thus, the wide region she wandered became known as the Sirocco's Swath, a place where the queen of the dust devils burned her rage against those who crossed her path. Only the unfortunate, foolish or fearless dare venture into an area where she has rumored to tread.

However, in the recent years of her hermitage, Quicksand discovered the ocean and a place she did not expect. While she despised the loathsome and clumsy two legs, she had found a L'na who enjoyed their company. In fact, one who had welcomed the beleaguered High-bred and acted as their guardian. Intrigued and disgusted, Quicksand made frequent flights to watch the curiosity, and even a few visits on occasion to talk with the gregarious Twilight named Greenslick. The two formed a tenuous relationship, Quicksand wary of any place that offered healing away from Ai. Yet, the dawn could not shake the desire for community, the memories of life on Ai and all the friends lost to the storm. So, the reclusive L'na refined her treks to remain around the commune's desert flank, helping to divert military expeditions and wandering monsters from the Apoc refuge. Quicksand secretly seeks to discover if such a union can exist, perhaps the last hope for friendship on the barren world.

Tactics: Clever and fierce, the L'na uses the desert's inhospitable climate and her battle-trimmed body as an endless arsenal of weapons. Quicksand knows how to turn the glaring sun or a well-placed shadow into an ambush for her enemies, sizing them up long before they notice her. When she does attack, the L'na leads in with beak, claws and her scorpion stinger; or, in the need for confusion, the L'na can conjure up deadly sirocco's of flesh-rending sand in the midst of a platoon or pack, selecting the more wary as her first targets to kill.

A blaze of speed and precision, the L'na lances through the besieged opponents, dealing death and agony as a bolt of sharp talons and tail. Should her powers over the land and its denizens not bring the battle under her strong paws, the desert L'na will slip away as a phantom on the wind--to attack again from another angle or tactic. The best option is to not come across this relentless hunter, as her speed and intensity will bring the pursuit to a sudden, fatal ending.