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Name: Arktalaki
Born: November 24, 13000 BC; Siberia
Died: May 21, 12955 BC; Alaska (age 45)
Allegiance: Assassins

Bio: Arktalaki was born into a small nomadic tribe known as the Yi’alut smack in the middle of the Last Glacial Maximum in what we would now call Siberia. The daughter of the chief, she was a well-respected member of the tribe right from the start, even before she earned that respect with her perky attitude, hard work, and goodwill towards her fellow tribespeople. She also seemed to have a way with nature like none other, as she tamed and adopted a little wolf pup whom she named Iwakuk when she was 10. Her people took this as a sign that she was destined for great things.

As the years went by, Arktalaki was taught the ways of her people from her parents and friends. From her father she learned the ways of hunting and gathering, And from her mother she learned the history and myths of her people. She always aspired to be like the heroes in those stories, defenders of humankind. However, a tragedy struck when she was only 16, shattering her seemingly endless sense of hope.

Eventually, she would end up leading her tribespeople across what we now call the Bering Strait into what we now call Alaska. She grew up to be a well-respected chieftess herself as time flew by. When she passed away at the age of 45, her people gave her a big formal burial, honoring her with paintings of her life littered all across her cave walls.

Description

Name: Arktalaki
Born: November 24, 13000 BC; Siberia
Died: May 21, 12955 BC; Alaska (age 45)
Allegiance: Assassins

Bio: Arktalaki was born into a small nomadic tribe known as the Yi’alut smack in the middle of the Last Glacial Maximum in what we would now call Siberia. The daughter of the chief, she was a well-respected member of the tribe right from the start, even before she earned that respect with her perky attitude, hard work, and goodwill towards her fellow tribespeople. She also seemed to have a way with nature like none other, as she tamed and adopted a little wolf pup whom she named Iwakuk when she was 10. Her people took this as a sign that she was destined for great things.

As the years went by, Arktalaki was taught the ways of her people from her parents and friends. From her father she learned the ways of hunting and gathering, And from her mother she learned the history and myths of her people. She always aspired to be like the heroes in those stories, defenders of humankind. However, a tragedy struck when she was only 16, shattering her seemingly endless sense of hope.

Eventually, she would end up leading her tribespeople across what we now call the Bering Strait into what we now call Alaska. She grew up to be a well-respected chieftess herself as time flew by. When she passed away at the age of 45, her people gave her a big formal burial, honoring her with paintings of her life littered all across her cave walls.