Senah Molkohta
| Senah Molkohta | |
 "What? I'm just a merc. What do you want from me?" | |
| Gender | Female |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Coerthas |
| Age | 29 |
| Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
GENERAL INFORMATION
Senah was born to a lone hunter long before the calamity had struck. Her mother had ventured far up North from the comforting shroud of black to the plains and roving greens of the Ishgardian land. In a sense her Mother was that of Gypsy, she wandered and provided for her child and her as best she could. But winters were still harsh and the few that came had nearly wracked both their bones with frost. But Senah's mother was merely just another once clan affiliated woman, and the Keeper's their women were strong. She was determined to survive. Why she chose the foreboding Isolationist land, only she would have known.
As Senah had grown and like many other children of the Keeper clan, she had a knack and urge for hunting, and as soon as she was first able her Mother had a bow in her hands. Living upon the far edges of the Ishgardian people, they hunted and gathered and lived their lives in a peaceful fashion. Only dare venturing under cloth and cloak to a nearby outpost to trade when they most needed it. And so Senah had thought this life was perfect, a life she had known nothing else of. And with a loving mother who seemed would jump to sell the world if only her daughter had requested it, she was content and happy. But as her tenth year approached a sickness washed over the plains. Like a shroud of black the curse of death fell upon her Mother quickly, leaving the young kit a shallow wreck of empty sorrow and pain. She may have known how to hunt, and known how to forage, but without her mother's guidance, there was likely little to no chance she would ever survive, until the fateful eve where everything seemed to grow colder some months down the line when a particular cloaked being fell into her cave.have known.
Dirtied, scared and alone, Senah was all but a feral mess. Reverting to some foreign instinct she'd have scrambled about her home, her little shabby cave that held a now single cot to sleep in, a cot with double the furs. A shabby knife on the point of breaking and a bow, whose strings were near the same. But this being invaded her reprieve and the small, frail, hungry girl would have tried to jump him before he knew what was every going on. Her tattered rags about her body hid little of her meek form. But what she had found when she tried to attack the invader was that the plate he wore beneath it was cool to the touch from the air outside. A wound, long since having stopped bleeding, singed by some form of magic below. He was stumbling for safety, for a place to hide until his strength was returned to him. And as she shifted once more, Senah had scrambled far back, diving into the furs she had sought safety from. A long drawling groan rang out, and the man, definitively Elezen, had risen up in a bewildered state.
It seemed as if hours or days passed that the armor clad man had tried to crawl his way into the back of the cave when in reality it was likely minutes The silent, slightly shivering pile of fur seeming to always be moving to watch him. He had taken in the surroundings, noted someone lived there and even made an idle apology for intruding but the Knightly being was injured, and a home was where his feet were at the moment. The large sword once upon his back had been his crutch, the tip chipped in such a fashion that rendered it unusable. But eventually, as he slumped down against a wall and drifted to a cold sleep, he'd find that he'd have awoken with furs covering his metal. The tiny girl eating a rabbit, still raw, she had likely managed to catch. So began the two's relationship. The Exiled Knight, Iskander, and the lone kit Senah. Together, the two would have made it, survived the cruel winter and strengthened a bond that had the tiny Miqo'te look up to the Knight. Regaled of stories of far off, but a close land, those of dragons and those of the men who fought them. But, she learned quick, that the knight was not as he seemed, he bore no more markings, no more symbols of regalia. But, together, they'd leave. Her following his fleeing, down into the shrouds of black. Watched for under his hollow forsaken gaze, she would have been thrust into the work of a mercenary young, at first, merely helping him with things, like keeping his sword intact (after a costly fee of repair the first time,) as well as his armor. But as time went on, and she approached her fifteenth year, four years at his side. Four years with a fatherly sort she never knew she might have needed, would he have taught her the blade and his skills. With this her skills developed, and in that so did skills she never knew she had, never thought to tap into. But under his tutelage she bloomed. Taking in his habits for her own, his hopes and dreams, and his fears. They shared them together. A family of sorts.
Together for twelve years, they'd have been inseparable. But, as if such things were bound to occur fate would have sought to tear the two apart. Father and daughter ties ripped down the center as they encountered a man named Ike. A man who hunted for a way to change the world, but in this change was nothing wholesome. It was only a corruption that plagued his very essence, forced him to do so much wrong down the line. But here, during this confrontation and betrayal when all they expected was a simple job to gather supplies and escort him through areas, would he have succeeded. A ritual began in attempt to summon what he had called his Master. But Senah saw nothing of it, only to be forced out of the circle and told to flee, to run, to live. She knows not what happened, but can only assume it was stopped. Both perished, and the void's call silenced. Her return to that place some time after had bore no remnants, she was without anybody again. A breaking point that had her wish to only be alone. But each day was spent searching as she worked, searching for a way to seek a revenge on a voidal she knows only by name but dares not utter.
"I am nothing more than a soldier of fortune. There is nothing I want from you save for the gil in your purse and a smoke before I go." -Senah Molkohta
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| She currently is employed to some degree by a collective of people who wish to collect and protect ancient knowledge. In this she hopes she can learn of a way to break the realm in two, split it asunder in an attempt to traverse realms, collect an artifact she had only once read about, and summon the beast that had slain her closest friend, her father, and her master. if she is to be successful is merely up to fate. But as far as a Soldier of fortune goes, they are only fortunate enough because they march to a tune they set. Such is the life of a person cursed with a short thread.
She also aids a kit-like woman, named Hes. A miqo'te tainted by her past, and her own volition that she seems unable to control. First asked to be trained in swordplay the pay was surely great, but as the woman tried to pry further and further into Senah's own past it seems the two have formed some modicum of teacher student relation, if not some form of confidant relation. |
- ♦ Senah is a seemingly cold, stoic Keeper female. She has more than once been called Moss as she is slow to grow on people, and is always in the dark beneath her armor. Her full green skin, eyes and hair also attribute to this but further calling her Moss is bound to cause someone to get hurt. It's a wonder how she does not grow if moss always grows in a damp dark area.
- ♦ Senah smokes a lot. A habit of her Master and something that she always admits is an addiction she simply does not wish to break. Think of an equivalent of a pack a day in the real world. But at least these cigarettes are far healthier without all the pesticides and preservatives.
- ♦ Senah doesn't really like Males of her race, and does not particularly care for any of the tribal or clan affiliations. She is by herself a lone entity and feels this way is the best after what has happened to her. She does not let such things stop her though, or merely she just acts like she's completely fine to everyone else..
♦ APPEARANCE
Senah has a long cut across her nose from some point in time, and covers it partially with a adhesive bandage. She doesn't actually need such a strip for healing, but the strip prevents abrasions her helmet causes to a better degree. Her markings are light in contrast to her odd off grayish green skin which seems to also have her lips an odd shade of such a color.
Senah's eyes are a lack luster viridian green. From years of smoking they seem to have yellowed slightly, and the heavy bags under her eyes from smoking and lack of sleep seem to make her look older than she is.
Senah actually likely to try and keep her hair healthy, or as healthy as it can be as she puffs away at her addiction. Oddly enough, and while it may not be the best suited for combat, she wears it long, with the occasional braid or fish tail in her hair. It is a natural dark green like her eyes, and cements her look to be similar to the moss she was nicknamed after. The entire length falls just below her shoulders and is brushed at each chance she gets.
Senah's figure is one of durability and strength. She is as toned as a Miqo'te could be, and likely does not look at all feminine beneath her heavy plate armor. But Miqo'te female's hold that odd sense of womanliness, and when that plate comes off it is easy to tell that she is indeed a woman. Reaching to onyl about five fulms she is not at all heavy, but makes up for it in speed and dexterity. A surprising feat that is somewhat mitigated because of her armor choice.
♦ PERSONALITY
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COMBAT & WEAPONRY
Senah specializes in using a large Zweihander to do her bidding. And by bidding, that is to cut up, slash, stab, and smack most of the things that get in her way. often she uses and even teachers (Her one lone now and then student, Hes,) to fight in a defensive style that was most likely taught to her by her own master. This style aids in her waiting for others to attack and using their own movements against them once she learns their patterns. Aided in a style known as half swording as well, she is fearless when she grips her own blade to use as a spear or even a maul when needed. Coupled with a knowledge of the abyssal type of aether, an aether that constantly creates a hungering urge to consume and drain whatever it can, she is a fearsome opponent.
Though with full plate armor, she is not all too quick when she needs to be, and magical attacks are surely to do her in. She may be able to hold out for some time, and if she takes an aggressive stance will rush a caster in hopes she can do them in before they overwhelm her, her defenses and stamina are not infinite. And anything she drains, simply goes into a seemingly empty space.
| Vigor | ██████████ |
| Endurance | ██████████ |
| Vitality | ██████████ |
| Strength | ██████████ |
| Dexterity | ██ |
| Intellect | ███████ |
| Faith | █ |
| Stealth | █ |
| Speed | ███ |
| Weapon Specialization | Specialized Jobs |
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| ■ Greatsword | ■ Mercenary |
| ■ Half Swording | ■ Weapon Specialist |
| ■ Abyssal Magic | ■ Fell Stepper |
| ■ Great Axe | ■ Brute |
| ■ Sword and Shield | ■ Defender |
OOC Note Senah's skills do not mean she is at all the best of the best. Nor does it mean she is a Paladin or Warrior if she uses an axe. She's dabbled like most fighters. She is a tank though, and tanks are tonka tough. Do not expect her to go down easily.
RELATIONSHIPS
| ♥ Romantically Involved | ♥ Romantic Attraction | ♥ Platonic Love | ♥ Physical Attraction | ♦ Friend | ★ Acquaintance | $ Business | ♦ Colleague | ✝ Deceased | ● Positive | ✖ Negative | ● Neutral | � Unsure/Hidden Feelings | ☠ Enemy |
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