Hawu Jinjahl

Hawu Jinjahl

Lady of Luxury

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VITAL INFORMATION ■ CURRENT ALIAS... Yabi, The Lady ■ BIRTH NAME... Hawu Jinjahl ■ RACE & CLAN... Miqo'te - Keeper of the Moon ■ GENDER... Female ■ AGE & NAMEDAY... Twenty and four Summers, born on the 7th Sun of the First Astral Moon ■ ORIENTATION... Straight ■ MARITAL STATUS... Single

OTHER STATISTICS ■ NATIONALITY... Gridanian ■ CITIZENSHIP... Lominsan ■ CURRENT RESIDENCE... Various inn rooms throughout the whole of Eorzea ■ OCCUPATION... Liaison, Trader of goods, Aetherial Scholar ■ PATRON DEITY... Menphina, The Lover ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5’1’’ & 106 Ponzs (?) ■ ALIGNMENT... Neutral Evil

[edit] Character Relationships GENERAL INFORMATION An entirely pleasant creature at first glance, the Keeper takes the stage of life as one drowned in their own softness, something delicate, helpless and somewhat better off for it, however her nature is darker. Born out of lies and dipped into a world of fancy, there is something decidedly off kilter about the little woman across the way. A wanderlust infects her soles and those feet carry her this way and that, never settling for very long, she seeks something, though it is not something she is entirely aware of, if at all. A hedonist that could only be described as eccentric, she is a host to a variety of tastes, ranging from the most savage and brutal to those of refined excellence. Despite this broad spectrum, Hawu is a highly selective individual. With a penchant for those who have seen hardship and a lust for coin, the Keeper is a sobering reminder of what a wolf in sheep’s clothing can do. APPEARANCE A cage of thin bones, frail, and blanketed by flesh of alabaster. Not a mark is laid on this pale canvas save for the racial markings alluding to her moon kissed heritage and a small imperfection of a beauty mark beneath her left eye. She bruises easily, and it can be seen when she walks with that elegant gait, when she favors the gentle curve of her hip, perhaps a purplish wrist hid well within a gathering of frilly material at the cuff of her sleeve, a small shoulder. She adorns herself in lavish garbs, vestments speaking of expensive and fashionable tastes. Well kept nails are often painted and scrape against just about every manner of surface that passes the bowl of the woman’s palm. Full lips, red and blushing compared to the rest of her wintry palette are often painted with an inviting grin. At times they quirk and quiver, and she can often be fingering away at the flesh in thought. They hide a pair of vicious fangs, as per usual for her kind. Her pale countenance gives way to a pair of honey filled pools, framed by full lashes and reflecting most everything with a passionate stare. Her stare is one as golden as the freshly minted gil her small hands grasp for and telling very little of the woman wrapped up in all of that chilled flesh and jewelry. Tresses of lilac curl and wave freely from her crown, kissing over her cheeks and cascading down to her waist in all of their glory. Silken and often wind tossed, she makes no effort to try to keep it all neat and orderly. A curtain of foreshortening rests over her forehead, usually plagued by fiddling fingertips, it blends well down into her curls, bangs always well kept as can be. Sporting a pair of fluffy ears that are larger than most, it is obvious that she had never fully grown into them. They are attentive, wispy and energetic, great in pairing to her long tail. The appendage is fluffier than most, kept long and silken, though she neglects to festoon it with any sort of novelties, baubles or any other things along the lines of any old whatsit. Housing a feminine figure, she is akin to a neat hourglass, though still relatively petite. She stands at a diminutive height of five fulms and one ilm, and weighs in at one-hundred and six ponzs. Most everything about the woman is gentle, soft, passive, and in her sickly countenance there is understanding and a welcoming smile. Her timbre is soft, almost motherly. Words are often breathed with care, among varied gesticulations and a gaze that reflects little more than a figure before her. PERSONALITY Personable, empathetic, affable, even maternal on the surface, the miqo’te makes herself out to be a disarmingly harmless individual. It is almost entirely believable, but years spent in various foul situations has made it so that the Keeper is a wondrous practitioner of deception. Once the mask is torn away, we reveal that of a strange creature, secretive yet somehow open to questions phrased well enough by the right mouths. The clearest thing about the woman to those whom are not held close within her gilded hands is that she is most definitely an eccentric. Her morals and ideals are skewed, slanted or nonexistent, though it does not stop her from acting proper and as cordial as possible within the company of others. Not entirely religious, but her actions speak of a woman of balance rather than faith. Her reverence for the Twelve comes from a loose upbringing in that regard. Words of the Twelve leave her lips with whimsy, careless for the power they may hold. Guided by an unseen hand at a time, violence has been taken in as something to revere. While unwilling to participate in it herself, or commit any such acts, she is respectful of it in all of it’s forms. Reasons for this are hazy. Strangely affectionate and fond of physical displays of such a feeling, the lady’s hands are prone to wandering chastely. The linking of arms, soft kisses upon the cheek, gentle brushing with the back of a hand, she will often bump her hip up against another as well as nudge and prod with elbows, as friendly folk are wont to do. Despite her detached nature, she is warm and airy to those whom she has collected throughout her travels. The folk she has come to value are often regarded in an almost familial manner, bordering on maternal for most. She is meticulous and neat, growing frazzled and upset if she is dirty or seen in any way as being less than presentable to herself, it has gotten to the point where she actually carries soaps on her person should the need for cleanliness arise. Disturbingly calm in most situations, some reasonable and some wholly unreasonable. She is also content about most everything in herself, and doesn’t seem to be aware of a growing pit in her consciousness nagging at her for interactions with others, much less acknowledging it properly. Something about her hobbies speak words of an obsessive creature, thankfully she is not one for other people in general, and is free to hoard however many books on arithmetic or gatherings of flowers as she pleases. Carrying herself with poise, she is a confident woman enveloped in self love. She is aware of her flaws, as well as the more admirable parts of her behavior, though she’d not do anything to change herself. Her contentedness is both enviable, and disturbing. A less than traditional Keeper, she does keep to the more shadowy bells of day, she is cathemeral. Due to being born as a runt and living as a runt, her fragile physique breeds a pleasant personality as they say. A business woman in her innards, and a hedonist at her core, she is silver-tongued, sensual and opportunistic. With an eye for finery and the exotic, she is often described as a fresh presence in the room, despite her eclectic behavior. L I K E S ■ Traveling. The world needs to be seen, and she finds herself growing uncomfortable if she remains in one place for very long. All means of travel are enjoyed and regarded with a fondness.While it used to be a chore, she now takes great pleasure in doing something as little as strolling about the city just before dawn. ■ Mathematics. Numbers and equations have always been a reliable source of power. She appreciates that there is a final answer for everything. The fact that numbers are endless is also taken into consideration, that and doing math is just an amusing thing to do to pass time in her eyes. It is not uncommon to see her with a volume on arithmetic, however strange that may sound. ■ Flowers. Going so far in her love for blooms, she is well versed in the language of flora. When walking, it is safe to assume she will stop everything in order to take a gander at what she would believe to be a fine specimen. ■ Finery and Coin. Her first love is coin, and her second could be pleasure. She has an eye for material wealth of all kinds. There is a stark appreciation for luxury reflected in her demeanor and tastes. ■ Being Pampered. No matter how many times she reassures one of how unnecessary it is to spoil her, or even her initial bashfulness of such treatment, she is only drowning in a sea of denial. D I S L I K E S ■ Dirt & Filth. There is a distinct difference in her personality when she is in a place of filth. It provides her with a sense of unease when there is a chance she might become less than presentable in her own eyes. This being said, she will not hesitate to get a bit dingy in order to take care of something that must be done, or if her life is at stake. ■ Arrogance. One surefire way to ensure her smile is modesty, those who do not possess modesty, or hold their heads high with pride she doesn’t believe they deserve to have, are better off never crossing her. It is an agitation that nags at her like a thorn in one’s hip. ■ Bright Light. Staying true to her shaded heritage, it is quite obvious that in the garish light of day, the little woman can hardly see. It is just as much of a blessing that it is a curse, and she’d rather not take too many chances and damage her eyes in the process. She prefers shade and the later bells of day. ■ Subservience. Being an independent creature on her own, escaping her misadventures in life, she is not one to accept meek behavior. She is a bold woman, and one that will not tolerate seeing those she cares for become something lesser than she believes they need to be. The Keeper looks down her nose at those who are so complacent with that sort of life. ■ Physical Labor. Suited to administrative and bookkeeping, the Keeper is not much one for heavy labor of any sort. Her frail figure does not allow for much physical exertion, and her poor constitution keeps her from working too closely to places where sickness is bred. ♥ Ronin'ra Jinehga | Beep bop.