T'rahz Vashka

T'rahz Vashka
"The past is like a sunset. Sometimes it is beautiful, sometimes it is stormy. Either way allow it to be just that. A sunset, and treat your future like a sun rise. For tomorrow is a new day that brings a bountiful amount of untold experiences, and stories."
Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Seeker
Citizenship	Ul'dah
Age	Twenty-six years of age
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Therapist/sex therapist
Height/Weight
Sexual Orientation	T'rahz doesn't label herself in this aspect
Relatives	(Father) (Mother)

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Basic Info

T'rahz Vashka (Tuh-ra-z Vah-shh-kah) was born to T'vashka Nunh, of the Condor tribe, and one of his many mates S'lyn Nyval. Her childhood, and early teenage, years were spent within her tribe until she was wed to R'kil Nunh of the Raptor tribe on her sixteenth birthday. A year was spent as his mate, but after some devastating news (see history for more details) she was released from him, and started traveling the world, leaving tribal life behind. To this day she travels the world, and doesn't even have a real place of residence. Helping as many people as she can along the way by offering aid as a therapist.

Skills ■ Archery (training since the age of six) ■ Dagger, and knife use (training since the age of seventeen) ■ Hand to hand combat (training since the age of seventeen) ■ Fishing/deep sea diving (talented) ■ Sailing (sufficient) ■ Good listener ■ Great with words

Flaws/weaknesses ■ Cares too much ■ Cannot stand to see anyone in pain ■ Suffers from chronic depression ■ Unable to practice what she preaches ■ Inability to allow herself happiness ■ Struggles to remain sober

Enjoys ■ Children ■ Sunny days ■ Warmth ■ Deep sea diving ■ Fishing ■ Reading ■ Cuddling

Abhors ■ Alcohol ■ Pointless violence ■ Depression ■ Selfish people ■ Greed ■ Slavers ■ Public shamming

Other ■ Alignment: True Neutral ■ Vice(s): Alcohol (old vice) ■ Favorite Food: Beef stew, raw mussels ■ Favorite Drink: Rolanberry iced tea ■ Favorite Color: Green

Appearance

Voice; Maggie Greene from 'The Walking Dead' - Height; 5 fulms 4 ilms - Weight; 133 ponz

Elegance, beauty, are few of the many words that described the twenty-six year old woman. Her mother doted on her considering she is the only child born of her womb. Always calling Rahz her princess, she was constantly reassured of how beautiful, and remarkable, she truly is. Coming from a long line of good genes, it is not wonder why this woman is physically appealing. Elongated, lithe limbs allow her to tower at a height of five fulms, four ilms, making her an inch taller than a majority of Miqo'te women. Her legs seem endless, and in a world where long legs bring appeal, she has been lumped into that category. Muscles that shroud her sturdy and delicate bone structure are toned from years of training. Strong and toned, but the woman is not over muscular to the point she looks unappealing. Working out on a day to day basis allows for her to keep in good physical shape. Surviving on her own, teaching herself to live off the land, and the hard streets, has shaped her outwardly. T'rahz never buys butcher meat, and so every day she goes out and chases down her meals. This contributing to her healthy form. The mass of muscles cause her to weigh in at one hundred and thirty-three ponz. Her weight, like everything else, is evenly proportioned throughout her frame, hardly any fatty substance clinging to her stature. Curves are smooth, and voluptuous, carved out tenderly. Bosoms that adorn her chest are average size, ranging at a low C size. Naturally perky, delicately rounded, mounds of supple lightly tanned flesh. Silken tresses are cut short in choppy waves. T'rahz never allows for her hair to grow out. To her it would be harder to maintain, and keep out of her face during hunts. Tendrils of satin are colored a deep natural auburn. Hints of ebony streak through her hair. Despite not having a home she does keep good hygiene. Ensuring that her hair stays soft to the touch, and bouncy. Irises are shaded a warm verdant hue, a mixture between mint and emerald, with flecks of amber scattered throughout the green contrast.

Fragrance - usually smells of cinnamon, and vanilla. After hunting after tones of the forest, and the earth's soil, can be detected in faint traces.
Nails - cut short, and manicured.
Teeth - straight, and ivory. She makes a point to brush numerous times a day, and sucks on mint leaves after meals.
Clothing - T'rahz wears mostly simple things. Comfortable pants, and a nice fitting shirt. It is only for business, like seeing patients, or going to fancy gatherings that she actually wears a suit. To this day Rahz has never worn a dress, and intends to keep it like that.

Miscellaneous

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ ■ ■ ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ ■ ■ ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Lover ♥ Desired ♥ Platonic ♥ Ex lover ● Close friend ● Friend ● Neutral ● Enemy ♥● R'kil Nunh : Long ago this man was a very important part of her life. When she was a young teenager she had happened upon him while fishing in the Shroud. He did the polite thing, and walked the young teen back to her tribe's home. From that a close friendship blossomed between the two. In fact they viewed each other in a platonic way for many years. Yet when puberty began to shape T'rahz into a fine young woman the dynamic between them changed. For her sixteenth birthday the two completed the mating ritual to become mates. For nearly a year afterward she tried to conceive his child, and when failing to do so it was discovered that Rahz is sterile. After having a long conversation T'rahz decided that it would be best for her to leave, and he continue on with his life like she never happened. Since then she hasn't been the same. Ten years have passed since that day, and that haven't seen each other since. ♥● T'shina Vashka : Sister - Shina is Rahz's baby sister. Six years separate their ages, so when T'rahz left the tribe upon her sixteenth year, her sister was only ten. One of the things that Rahz regrets most is leaving her half sister and half brother behind when she disappeared from their lives. Despite her absence from T'shina's life she loves her dearly, and each day desires to mend any damage she may have caused with her absence. Wanting, needing, to be as close as they once were when they were children.

Biography

(NOTICE!; anything you learn about her in her history is completely out of character!)

Childhood - Teenage

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One word; sterile (age 16-17)

During her younger teenage years a nunh ventured into her life by the name of R'kil. He was a sweet man to her. Courting her both in the ways of a Miqo'te, and Hyur. Coming to the tribal grounds, and taking walks with her through the Shroud. They often hunted together, or fished. At first he had not intended for her to even become one of his wives. Their relationship was more platonic than actual romance, but as T'rahz began to mature in the physical and emotional sense, he felt himself being swayed into taking a more serious step with her. The relationship of being best friends blossomed into one of romance, and passion. R'kil already had three 'wives', so T'rahz would become a fourth. Rahz was not deterred by this in the least, and viewed it as an honor that a man with an established household of three mates, and seven children, desired her. Not just on a physical level, but in other aspects as well. So when she turned sixteen the two had a ritual that bond them, and she became his fourth. Nothing could make her happier. For many years they were always close. R'kil was always there when her life hit rough spots, and often offered wisdom or a shoulder to cry on. When she was furious at the world he was there to quell her aggression. He was more than just a best friend, and a man used for procreation purposes. He was her first love.

Sadly not all was well. T'rahz viewed her role as a mate, as a wife, very seriously. This didn't mean just hunting, tending to the home, or making sure that her husband was pleased. No, this also meant child bearing, something she has craved ever since she was a little girl. To have her own child would be something grand, and wonderful! Something that worked in her Nunh's favor is that he happened to be a strong breeder. Good looks, intelligent, bright personality, low history of hereditary diseases and illnesses in his family. Plus she helped raised his seven children. Just looking at them gave her hope! So R'kil, and T'rahz, were often intimate. Numerous times almost every day. Both for fun, and passion, as well as trying to procreate. After nearly a year since their mating ritual Rahz's womb was still vacant. Stricken with worry the two sought out a tribal healer. He preformed numerous tests with Aether upon the concerned Vashka woman, and much to everyone's dismay it was announced that T'rahz is sterile. Never will she be able to get pregnant. Never will she be able to have the child she has always dreamed of.

News like this was a major set back in T'rahz's life. Ever since she was little being a mother is something she always dreamed about. Top it all off she couldn't preform her full duties as a Nunh's mate either with this. In her mind the job of a mate is to give her lover strong, and healthy children. To expand his gene pool. Being sterile she cannot really do that. That night Rahz sat down with her mate, her best friend, and they talked for many hours. She confessed that with the inability to have a child she was no longer of any value to him. He reassured her that this isn't the case, that their love is good enough for him. Still T'rahz was not happy, and her heart was greatly troubled. So it was decided that they would no longer be mates, and that Rahz was free to leave. A piece of her died that night. Having to leave her best friend, the man she loved for so long, behind and start a new future for herself tore her apart. Since then she never was truly the same.

A long road of recovery (age 17-22)

Homeless, and without a job or a way to earn gil, T'rahz began to travel around Eorzea. In actuality Rahz could have returned to her tribe, but in her mind she views herself as a failure. Her marriage flopped, and she is sterile meaning she has no real use to be married off to a Nunh. Mainly it is because she is afraid to go home, and face what happened between R'kil, and her. Running was her only option. During her younger years using a bow, and knives, were easy for her. At the start of her travels she stumbled into Ul'dah, and saw a poster for a fighting tournament plastered on walls. In the need for money she signed up for the brawl, and got her ass handed to her. After all at that time she was barely seventeen years old, thin, and small. Inexperienced in the ways of dueling Rahz didn't stand a chance against larger opponents. It lead her to being laid up in a clinic bed for several weeks with broken ribs, and severe bruising. She was never one to listen to doctor's advice, so she roamed the clinic, to get a better feel for her surroundings. At the same time a wealthy merchant was getting a physical check up, and her coin purse was in her bag on the floor. While the doctor, and the patient, were distracted T'rahz liberated the woman of her gil. It is with that stolen money she paid for her time in the clinic. Once she was released Rahz had some coin to spare, and ordered a feast at the Quicksand. This is when her addiction to alcohol began. While drinking she came up with the idea that she could steal to make a living. If only she became stealthy enough, and good at it. Practice makes perfect, and in her time recovering from her injuries, T'rahz roamed around the villages outside of Ul'dah. Hustling, thieving gil and materials like cloth only to barter the materials later to merchants at a higher price, cheating, and lying. Until she was nearly eighteen that was entirety of her life. Taking from others, and giving to herself. The rawest form of greed, and selfishness. During the day, and evening, she would make her living. And at night she would get wasted in the Quicksand. Knocking back shots, and pints of ale, it was her way of self medicating. Drinking away her issues with being sterile, and her falling out with R'kil.

Things were getting bad in Ul'dah for her. Citizens began getting suspicious of the Seeker girl, and she knew her time here was running rather....quick. Rahz would have to search the lands for a new gold mine of treasures, and people to scam and steal from. Cashing in everything she owned at that time T'rahz bought as many bottles of the hardest liquor that she could, and split from the desert city. Heading through Western Thanalan she felt it best to go to Vesper Bay, and take the boat to Limsa, but Rahz never made it that far. Along the way she cracked open bottle after bottle of alcohol, and drank. Shortly after leaving Horizon all her liquor was gone, and she happened to be smashed. In her drunk stupor she foolishly attempted travel, and made a wrong turn at the road that leads to Vesper, and branches off to Crescent Cove. Taking the turn to the left she wandered into the Cove, soon after midnight, stumbling and cursing profanity. Stalking over to the docks she tried getting a fishing vessel to take her to Limsa, but they paid her no mind since she wasn't sober. Shouting at them T'rahz staggered backward, tripping over a pile of ropes and collapsing on a nest of them and fishing nets. It is here she spent her first night. Come morning, when Rahz awoke, there was a Roegadyn man at her side. He wore a bright grin, and offered her a water skin to quench her thirst. He took time to explain what happened the night before, and made it a point to announce his amusement with T'rahz's drunken antics. Yet his soft heart was revealed when he told the troubled lass he was taking her under his wing.

Falktyrn Broentylsyn, and his wife Lynageim, 'adopted' T'rahz into their family. Calling her their daughter, and treating her like they treat their two sons. Providing a roof over her head they did make it so she earned her keep. These two cared, and gave her purpose, during the hardest point in her life. One of their house rules was; no drinking. A condition of her living there was that she could no longer drink to solve her issues. Quitting her vice was extremely difficult. Many of the fisherman that came into port would drink, and celebrate a safe journey. So there was always temptation for her. Slowly, with each day, not drinking became a little easier.

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Vagabond (age 22-26)

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Present Day (age 26-now)

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