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| − | A girl raised in religious reverence of Nald'thal, she opens her heart to the Twelve, and with this perspective, gains a larger understanding of her place on Eorzea | + | A girl raised in religious reverence of Nald'thal, she opens her heart to the Twelve, and with this perspective, gains a larger understanding of her place on Eorzea and that her oath to the Sultanate is no longer enough to protect the people. |
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Sasati Sati was none of these - she was born in a devout family that served Nald'thal in the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Her mother, Nanamu Namu, and her father, Reredaha Tetedaha, had met while "servicing" (read : throwing onto a pile of corpses) yet another poor soul who hadn't paid the toll to Nald'thal in order to secure a proper burial. This task was not a noble one - yet it had to be done, and they were nothing if not devout in their service to the god of the dead. Each day, her parents would go to work and take care of whomever had landed on their doorstep with a knife in the back. They were thaumaturges as well, just ones who felt that service to Nald'thal was more important than their thirst for knowledge. | Sasati Sati was none of these - she was born in a devout family that served Nald'thal in the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Her mother, Nanamu Namu, and her father, Reredaha Tetedaha, had met while "servicing" (read : throwing onto a pile of corpses) yet another poor soul who hadn't paid the toll to Nald'thal in order to secure a proper burial. This task was not a noble one - yet it had to be done, and they were nothing if not devout in their service to the god of the dead. Each day, her parents would go to work and take care of whomever had landed on their doorstep with a knife in the back. They were thaumaturges as well, just ones who felt that service to Nald'thal was more important than their thirst for knowledge. | ||
| − | Which is probably why they never rose to prominence in the guild, and why Sasati often found herself at odds with the other thauaturges' children. They sought to follow in their parents' footsteps, but she always felt like there could be more. She often looked to the palace to see the Sultansworn, but they'd been shamed several times, and only kept to their jobs as guardians of the Sultana and her treasury. | + | Which is probably why they never rose to prominence in the guild, and why Sasati often found herself at odds with the other thauaturges' children. They sought to follow in their parents' footsteps, but she always felt like there could be more - Thaumaturgy was merely the path to the endless void of knowledge. She often looked to the palace to see the Sultansworn, but they'd been shamed several times, and only kept to their jobs as guardians of the Sultana and her treasury at the Sultana's behest. |
Still, she felt more of a connection with the sword and shield than the magical arts. Her parents, seeing her interest in these matters, encouraged her to see what actual combat was like by watching gladiators fight at the arena. She was enthralled, but not by the savage beasts the gladiators slew, nor by their crude, yet effective techniques. She was not taken by the narratives' spun by those who would make coin upon others' fights. She would see the techniques, the way the bodies move, the way their personal Aether reacted to their techniques. This was fascinating! She always thought that only the Thaumaturges wielded Aether, and that the Gladiators did it, albeit unconsciously, as well fascinated her. | Still, she felt more of a connection with the sword and shield than the magical arts. Her parents, seeing her interest in these matters, encouraged her to see what actual combat was like by watching gladiators fight at the arena. She was enthralled, but not by the savage beasts the gladiators slew, nor by their crude, yet effective techniques. She was not taken by the narratives' spun by those who would make coin upon others' fights. She would see the techniques, the way the bodies move, the way their personal Aether reacted to their techniques. This was fascinating! She always thought that only the Thaumaturges wielded Aether, and that the Gladiators did it, albeit unconsciously, as well fascinated her. | ||
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The more she learned of sword techniques and shield techniques, the less she thought of the gladiators - Far from noble like the Sultansworn, they were more the same kind of people as the Brass Blades. Did they defend Ul'dah? Perhaps, but she'd heard the rumors about how it was easy to bribe them, how they broke the law themselves without regard to their example. She still looked to the palace, in the hopes that one day, the Sultansworn would regain their honor. | The more she learned of sword techniques and shield techniques, the less she thought of the gladiators - Far from noble like the Sultansworn, they were more the same kind of people as the Brass Blades. Did they defend Ul'dah? Perhaps, but she'd heard the rumors about how it was easy to bribe them, how they broke the law themselves without regard to their example. She still looked to the palace, in the hopes that one day, the Sultansworn would regain their honor. | ||
| − | The day came where she stood on the Bloodsands - the opening fight to a stacked card, and with sword and shield in hand, she fought hard. Both were promising rookies, but only one could come out victorious. And it was not Sasati. Taking every advantage possible, the Highlander gladiator kicked sand in her eyes and forced her to yield after a well-placed shield strike. This was not a blow to her confidence, but rather, a blow to her esteem of gladiatorship. She did not have the same fire for victory as someone who needed the fights to live. She did not quit the guild, but quit being an active gladiator almost on the spot. She knew she did not have the kind of drive that would lead her to do such a thing, but did not fault others from doing that. Her destiny lied elsewhere. | + | The day came where she stood on the Bloodsands - the opening fight to a stacked card, and with sword and shield in hand, she fought hard. Both were promising rookies, but only one could come out victorious. And it was not Sasati. Taking every advantage possible, the Highlander gladiator kicked sand in her eyes and forced her to yield after a well-placed shield strike. This was not a blow to her confidence, but rather, a blow to her esteem of gladiatorship. She did not have the same fire for victory as someone who needed the fights to live. She did not quit the guild, but quit being an active gladiator almost on the spot. She knew she did not have the kind of drive that would lead her to do such a thing, but did not fault others from doing that. Her destiny lied elsewhere - She learned of the sword and shield, soon being scouted out for possible candidacy as a Sultansworn. |
| − | + | Of course, the oath's requirements were lowered - Even adventurers were allowed to take the oath and become Free Paladins! In her mind, that had lowered the prestige of the unit, and disgusted her to such a point where she felt she needed a change. To Gridania she went, hearing tales of how pious their people were. Since then, she has been living as a paladin in all but name in the Shroud, defending it from those who would do harm to it. | |
==Recent News== | ==Recent News== | ||
| − | + | No recent news. | |
==Personality== | ==Personality== | ||
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==Characteristics== | ==Characteristics== | ||
* '''Nicknames''': | * '''Nicknames''': | ||
| − | * '''Age''': | + | * '''Age''': 28 |
** '''Nameday''': 19th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon | ** '''Nameday''': 19th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon | ||
* '''Gender''': Female | * '''Gender''': Female | ||
Revision as of 16:41, 24 February 2016
 Sasati Sati
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Lalafell |
| Clan | Dunefolk |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Age | 24 |
| Height | 3'1" |
| Weight | Unknown |
| Profession | Advenurer / Helper at the Gladiators' Guild |
| Patron Deity | Nald'thal, the Trader |
| Server | Balmung |
A girl raised in religious reverence of Nald'thal, she opens her heart to the Twelve, and with this perspective, gains a larger understanding of her place on Eorzea and that her oath to the Sultanate is no longer enough to protect the people.
Contents
Appearance
Knowing that many in the city place importance on looks, she makes sure to take care of herself and her equipment. Her hair is long and thoroughly washed. Her hair is two-toned, lighter at the ends than the roots. She has a fair face, and the characteristic deep pupils of the Dunesfolk.
History
There are plenty of miserable folk in the Jewel of the Desert. Be it the merchant seeking one last chance at striking it big, the Ala Mhigan refugees looking upon the Gladiators' Guild as the only possible employment they may get, the exoticism of their kind having waned off over the years, or even working-class Lalafells' who take up a trade and refine it in the hopes of becoming as good as Godbert Manderville one day.
Sasati Sati was none of these - she was born in a devout family that served Nald'thal in the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Her mother, Nanamu Namu, and her father, Reredaha Tetedaha, had met while "servicing" (read : throwing onto a pile of corpses) yet another poor soul who hadn't paid the toll to Nald'thal in order to secure a proper burial. This task was not a noble one - yet it had to be done, and they were nothing if not devout in their service to the god of the dead. Each day, her parents would go to work and take care of whomever had landed on their doorstep with a knife in the back. They were thaumaturges as well, just ones who felt that service to Nald'thal was more important than their thirst for knowledge.
Which is probably why they never rose to prominence in the guild, and why Sasati often found herself at odds with the other thauaturges' children. They sought to follow in their parents' footsteps, but she always felt like there could be more - Thaumaturgy was merely the path to the endless void of knowledge. She often looked to the palace to see the Sultansworn, but they'd been shamed several times, and only kept to their jobs as guardians of the Sultana and her treasury at the Sultana's behest.
Still, she felt more of a connection with the sword and shield than the magical arts. Her parents, seeing her interest in these matters, encouraged her to see what actual combat was like by watching gladiators fight at the arena. She was enthralled, but not by the savage beasts the gladiators slew, nor by their crude, yet effective techniques. She was not taken by the narratives' spun by those who would make coin upon others' fights. She would see the techniques, the way the bodies move, the way their personal Aether reacted to their techniques. This was fascinating! She always thought that only the Thaumaturges wielded Aether, and that the Gladiators did it, albeit unconsciously, as well fascinated her.
As such, she was taken on as an aide to the gladiators, and grew up among them rather than her parents, who hoped that she would one day do as Raubahn did - Rise to the top of the Bloodsands and become chief of the Immortal Flames. Even if she did not worship Nald'thal as they did, they knew that their lives were sacrificed to Nald'thal's needs, and hers need not be if she was not ready to make that sacrifice.
The more she learned of sword techniques and shield techniques, the less she thought of the gladiators - Far from noble like the Sultansworn, they were more the same kind of people as the Brass Blades. Did they defend Ul'dah? Perhaps, but she'd heard the rumors about how it was easy to bribe them, how they broke the law themselves without regard to their example. She still looked to the palace, in the hopes that one day, the Sultansworn would regain their honor.
The day came where she stood on the Bloodsands - the opening fight to a stacked card, and with sword and shield in hand, she fought hard. Both were promising rookies, but only one could come out victorious. And it was not Sasati. Taking every advantage possible, the Highlander gladiator kicked sand in her eyes and forced her to yield after a well-placed shield strike. This was not a blow to her confidence, but rather, a blow to her esteem of gladiatorship. She did not have the same fire for victory as someone who needed the fights to live. She did not quit the guild, but quit being an active gladiator almost on the spot. She knew she did not have the kind of drive that would lead her to do such a thing, but did not fault others from doing that. Her destiny lied elsewhere - She learned of the sword and shield, soon being scouted out for possible candidacy as a Sultansworn.
Of course, the oath's requirements were lowered - Even adventurers were allowed to take the oath and become Free Paladins! In her mind, that had lowered the prestige of the unit, and disgusted her to such a point where she felt she needed a change. To Gridania she went, hearing tales of how pious their people were. Since then, she has been living as a paladin in all but name in the Shroud, defending it from those who would do harm to it.
Recent News
No recent news.
Personality
She embodies the values that the Sultansworn used to have. By sword and shield, she seeks to right the wrongs of the world, and while she may be unable to do so in her own city, she will gladly lend her arms. A true knight in shining armor that could only come out of a den of corruption.
Affiliations and Known Associates
So far Sasati Sati has not affiliated with anyone.
Characteristics
- Nicknames:
- Age: 28
- Nameday: 19th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon
- Gender: Female
- Sexuality: Unsure
- Marital Status:
- Alignment: Lawful Good
- Height: 3'1"
- Weight:
- Body: Toned, but not excessively so.
- Hair: Two-toned hair of a medium brown and light brown.
- Eyes: Deep green gems.
- Skin: A beige that looks unaffected by the sun's rays.
- Clothing: Somewhat conservative, armored.
Likes
Dislikes
Areas of Expertise
- Martial: Sword and shield.
- Crafting: None.
- Other:
Strengths
Weaknesses
Other Notes
Religion
Quirks
Equipment
Rumours
The following rumours can be heard about Sasati Sati. (If your character has an opinion about her, feel free to add it here.)
Common rumours
Uncommon rumours
Rare rumours
What PCs are saying
Known Haunts
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