Enla Kertuh
■ CURRENT ALIAS... N/A ■ PAST ALIASES... Wailer Kertuh ■ RACE & CLAN... Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE & NAMEDAY... 29. 18th Sun of the 4st Astral Moon. ■ ORIENTATION... Predominantly Heterosexual ■ MARITAL STATUS... Single |
■ CITIZENSHIP... Gridanian, has visas for both Ul'dah and Limsan residency. ■ FAMILY... Too numerous to count. ■ RESIDENCE... A rented room in the Mists. ■ OCCUPATION... Herbalist, Midwife, former Wailer. ■ PATRON DEITY... Menphina, only recently returned to practiced devotions. ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5 fulms, 1 ilms. 114 ponze. ■ ALIGNMENT... Tends towards being Neutral. |
GENERAL INFORMATION
APPEARANCE
There truly is not much to say about the woman, very little truly marking her apart from the rest of the crowd in any one respect. With a slightly crooked nose -the remnants of a break long since set improperly-, ears that appear far too large for her own head, the very beginnings of laugh lines at the corners of her lip, and a decently average oval shaped face that mark her features as somewhat odd but nothing that would truly draw your eye. All save for one, that being her remaining eye. Where it had once been faintly unpleasant to look upon when beheld at a close distance, covered in a thick cloud-like film that tells a tale of something gone terribly wrong.
Yet for all intents and purposes, one would find that against it all the Miqo'te does not begrudge her current existence, offhandedly joking with others that her ravaged eye probably only serve to draw attention to her other features, such as her hair and skin. She is most likely wrong in regards to most people, but for the sake of argument it is clear that the woman does seem to take some measure of pride in her overall grooming. Her amateurishly cropped neck length hair is one of the few instances to the contrary however, it's dual-toned strands sharply pronounced and giving off the impression of a black cat having been smudged liberally with dust and soot. In spite of it's sloppy appearance, she wears it proudly, often found running her hands through the knife cut tresses with a warm smile upon her face - as if she were remembering someone. By contrast her tail is a long, monstrosity of black fluff, and can often be found swishing to and fro in time with her moods and flights of fancy. Each is carefully groomed, though it's clear that at a certain point of the day the Miqo'te gives her tail up as a loss due to it's extremely fluffy nature.
Lastly, her body while of average height has a small pronouncement of muscle tone. Not enough to be anything more than someone who does a small amount of resistance work, but enough that she isn't left flailing in the wind in spite of what she might say to the contrary. It's clear that though she would stand no chance in a game of strength against most other hardened individuals, she has enough to hint at perhaps some capacity in those regards. Even if it only means that she can lift some crates of the smaller variety and keep up with her companions if a march is called.
- ■ Enla possesses only one eye, the other having been forcibly carved from it's socket. The now empty socket bears a litany of scar tissue marking this occurrence. Yet one would never see it for how well her eye patch tends to cover the aftermath.
- ■ Her ears are cut up and look as if they have been run through a shredder. They no longer possess any definite tip like you would see in others of her race for this very reason.
- ■ The remaining eye she has is the color of curdled milk and is covered in a thick film that makes her pupil almost impossible to see.
PERSONALITY
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COMBAT & WEAPONRY
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HISTORY
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Recent Times
Due to her own selfish pride and overconfidence, Enla found herself on the receiving end of some rather unwanted attentions during a recent trip back to Ul'dah to secure supplies for the Ishgardian war effort - though in truth it was merely an attempt to ensure that a specific someone would not end up on the receiving end of scalped supplies while he was working there. The boiling cauldron that was the merchant's city, it's refugee populace at the breaking point with the torrent of rumors surrounding an ill fated night in the Promenade and the loss of their potential benefactor Teledji, caused tensions to rise between those who had nothing to their name and those who were trying to secure supplies to send northward. It all came to a head one crisp afternoon, with Enla attempted to send the first of the wagons northward and being confronted one final time by a particular pack of refugees who saw no other recourse but to bully their way into garnering some way to continue living. Insulting their pride one final time and refusing to aid them without proper compensation on their part, either in the form of bartered goods or their services to pay off the debt, Enla found herself on the receiving end of the fury of a group of thirty individuals. While the majority focused upon removing the goods from the wagon she had painstakingly placed together, their leader decided to take the petite Miqo'te out of the equation - raising her off the ground by her long ponytail and punching into the side of her skull for good measure as a means of immobilizing her further. Not being one to simply allow herself to be manhandled, and with her head swimming so much that she could barely focus upon sensing the entire situation, Enla did perhaps the stupidest thing she could have done in that situation. Reaching for the knife she had been forced to carry by her clinic workers since she had returned to Ul'dah and this entire situation began, she stabbed out at the man before swiftly severing her hair to escape from his grasp and attempt an escape. It was all for not, however, as his foot crashed down into her ribs during her descent back to the ground - sending her sprawling onto the ground and at the brute's utter mercy. Not content to simple smash her head in, and with her desperate pleas upon her various link pearls for aid, he broke her fingers clean through but going for the knife she had discarded in the fall. Then, with his compatriots looking on in smug satisfaction, he began to carve out her left eye - her screams of pain music to his ears as he took his time carving the gelatinous surface bit by bit - chunk by chunk - until all that was left was a bloodied socket and pits of flesh strewn about her now blood soaked face. Aid did indeed arrive shortly after, with Liliana Nazareth doing her best to heal most of the bleeding until the Miqo'te - disoriented and in shock from both the head trauma and the pain - could be safely evacuated to the Goblet where the rest of her wounds could be treated. Yet the damage was done, her entire body slumping over in shock even as her compatriots - rallied by her earlier distress calls - slaughtered their way through the refugees as if they were yesterday's wheat. Both her eye, and her dignity now lay in tatters upon the cobblestones of Ul'dah - and it is anyone's guess as to when the latter at least might be regained. The next day Nicholas Graveshire, having been one of the people she had accidentally toggled upon the linkpearl in her haste to garner help from the Fireborn and the one person she wished to keep away from Thanalan at all costs, broke into the barracks of the Fireborn where she was being kept - disoriented and in shock over both the call he had received and the sight that greeted him when he finally found the object of his worry. Sickened by the fact that she had put him into danger, she tried to push him away, only giving in to her own selfishness on the matter when it became apparent that he would not leave her side without the kind of fight she was incapable of giving in her sorry state. The stress of the two days finally caught up with the woman, breaking down into choked off sobs as her feelings for the man became clearer in addition to her selfish desire to keep him close in spite of the danger his actions had put him into by coming to find her. Currently they are staying close to each other, Enla recovering as best as she is able given how low she had been laid by the incident, but taking comfort in the fact that he would remain nearby - if not in the same establishment. Eventually however staying in Thanalan was to be too much of a strain for either of them to bear given Nicholas' criminal record and wanted status within that region at current. With the aid of Domri Blackblade and several others they slowly snuck their way out of the Goblet and into the relative safety of the Mists, staying at the former's home and residence as they licked their respective wounds within the relative safety that the Limsan city state could provide. It was there that Enla slowly came to terms with her actions and the consequences as she saw them, forcing herself to mature rather than sink into a paranoia fueled despair. It was this that brought the blind woman to realize just how much of a liability she was with her stubborn refusals to seek aid for her condition, and with a grim sort of determination she eventually asked Nicholas to heal her eyesight - swallowing a good chunk of her pride for good in the very process of relating such a request. The procedure took place in a wispy field overlooking the hills above the Mists, the sun setting peacefully behind them as they prepared to potentially reverse the entire process and bring Enla back into the world of the seeing. Forcing the aether out of her body before pressing his own all back in at once and nearly dying in the attempt, the pair were somehow able to break a portion of the grip that the illness had enacted upon her vision. Thus turning the formerly diseased eyes their former shade of orange, repairing even just a tenth of what had been taken away all those years ago. While not a perfect healing, the effort allowed Enla to once again see in some capacity. Her entire world now made up of blob like shapes of color and fuzz, where once there was only blackness. Due to her lacking of an eye, however, her depth perception is forever ruined and immediately she began to struggle to enact the most basic tasks after ferrying Nicholas back and caring for him in his own hour of need. In the past few months the two only continued to grow closer as Enla continues to struggle to regain her former mobility and skill sets, the pair taking one night each week to etch runes upon her face to slowly continue the process that Nicholas' near sacrifice had begun. It remains to be seen just where these paths may lead them as rumors of war and bloodshed slowly trickle down from the North, Enla's wanderlust slowly building with each passing day as she continues to bide her time and expanding her horizons. Over time however it became clear that the magic had a limit on it's effectiveness, slowly returning her eye to it's former state in spite of everything they tried to prevent it from doing so. Now blind once more, Enla is more determined than ever to regain her former capabilities - even though the passage of the past few months had not been kind to her and Nicholas' relationship. Separated for now due to work related needs and their own individual stubbornness, it would be fair to say they are on a break of sorts. One that Enla has a feeling will never come to an end, though she refuses to admit to it even as the weeks without contact continue to accumulate. |
RELATIONSHIPS
♥ Family – ♥ Involved – ♥ Romantic – ♥ Platonic – ♥ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – � Unsure
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OOC NOTES
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