The Broken Pattern - The Njakan Tribe, a once proud people native to the deeper reaches of the Shroud, now nomadic exiles banished to the snow swept plains of Coerthas. The punishment of a protracted and bloody war with the neighboring tribes. Though they were fierce, and tenacious-- it simply wasn't enough. As of recent years; however, their presence has been erased entirely.Marred of Body, Mind, and Soul - Held captive, and witness to countless ritual, horror, and torture all. Once a terrifying combatant, Sino'a was reduced to a broken shell. Left behind while his people made their retreat, his fate was a harrowing one.Ruthless and uncompromising - Cut throat in the world of business, the Weaver had been once a creature known for his charity. When the man returned from his two years abroad, something within the weaver had changed. Where once he would offer a helping hand, he now exacts what's rightfully owed without room for compromise.

Moon Weaver - Years in the making, Sino'a has fine-tuned his craft into remarkable artform. Capable of aether weaving tough bolts of silk, to crafting elaborate garb matching most cultures, and styles.Wake up Njaka - It was as if the Weaver up, and vanished one day. Here one moment, then gone the next. Months, turned into years; his home, and shop both had been boarded up by local management. Employees moved on, and memory of the reputable craftsman faded into obscurity. Rumor has it, the craftsman's doors are open for business once more. Curious.Fated Connections - The weaver's name is well known within the world of plenty, and affluence. Many who laud themselves as firm members of high society oft wear garments of Sino'a's making. His is a name steeped with the weight of one thoroughly tangled with the rich, and powerful.

Theirs is a friendship born of business, and threads. Though transactional at first, Sino'a would walk through fire for this exiled soul.
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Brought back together by bloody circumstances, few would ever find a more steadfast and loyal friend, for his is the domain of a resolute heart. Ciani is a staunch advocate of the weaver's protection, and Sino'a wouldn't hesitate to do the same for his trusted companion.

There are those who take, and others who lack the drive to do what they must. All important lessons shared between Weaver and Goldsmith. Partners in trade, anything that shines comes from the best this Star has to offer, for Lord Laskaris is peerless in his ability to bend precious metal to his will. Chances are, if an opulent adornment finds itself on one of the weaver's creations, it passed through Arestei's hands.

Brought together by the will of another, ire had marred their first moons spent near one another. Yet, the fires of life's trials, an unwavering brotherhood was formed. The fabled Witchguard will always and ever be a close and cherished confidant, and friend. To any Njakan, family is sacred. Rinda'li is counted squarely among them, unlikely as it may seem. He trusts the sable Miqo'te with his life, a sentiment that will likely never wane.

The Hipparion and Sino'a have a storied history. Brought together by an unlikely band of Keepers, their story was one marked by a bond of trust, understanding, and unwavering support. The Weaver has fought in her name many times in the past, and the Seeker for his. They've saved each other time and time again. Her's is a friendship that has, and will continue to withstand the steady march of time. Without her, the weaver would've died long ago.

The seer's gaze has toyed with fate, and dreams more times than Sino'a would dare admit. In the face of treachery, salvation bore the visage of pale hair, and scorched flesh during Sino'a's darkest hour. Friendship is rare for those who've been betrayed so viciously. True trust is a commodity worth more than a vault of gil. In a crowd of cut throats, Sino'a would put his faith in this one especially.

Her scars tell a story, one the weaver is painfully well versed in. Their story began with kindness, and understanding.-The damage dealt by another isn't so easily done, however. For the price of a cookie, and a kind word, the stalwart knight has earned a steadfast ally.

Few are capable of making the weaver feel much. The Thanalan witch shatters this trend entirely with a singular, all consuming presence. Fear. None wield the art of blood better than T'alonne, and this alone is enough to set one's nerves alight with the desire to run. Sino'a made the dire mistake of lying to the witch when they first crossed paths. A costly error, one he regrets dearly.

Fire given form, her grace lights brilliantly. In it's brilliance however, the unmistakable presence of terror. Power has a name, and this one has fashioned it into their own likeness.

-Teacher, and tenuous student, Sino'a walks a fine line between learning, and being consumed by Djall's unfettered desire to burn.

Healer, friend, warrior, matron, and wisewoman, all things that come to mind when Sino'a thinks of his well cherished ally. If any are capable of performing a medical miracle, the weaver would stake a great deal upon Odehta in particular. Her's is a future worth protecting, one that Sino'a will guard ardently.

Love is rarely without its own complications. Partners in the beginning, and in the end, the memory of her follows Sino'a. It's a mark he'll bear upon his flesh, and soul until the end of his days. She was a leader, a lover, and a companion fierce enough to protect all who she devoted herself to.
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"This Star is lesser in her absence."

Clan Njaka isn't the most welcoming sort. Ranging free of their subterranean home isn't easy for any of Kor's descendants. Korve'a is no different. The outside world makes him irritable, and prone to lashing out. Worse yet, he's been made to support one he abhors dearly. Sino'a has been known to rely on this unlikely ally, Korve'a's ire be damned. Only time will tell if their strictly managed mission of watching Sino'a will end poorly.

Plagued by a deadly foe, few have ever been so kind as to lend a hand without payment in mind. To Sino'a, Senri is a treasure, one worthy of protection, and every luxury the weaver can afford. Skilled on the battlefield, and in the kitchen, one would be hard pressed not to find Sino'a begging Senri for his cooking in his spare time.

"Hmmmm...."

                "Dearest Sino'a..."
                                                                 "You can't hide forever."