Qadan Hotgo

[edit] Overview Rumors History/Timeline The 17th & Other RP Hooks Miscellaneous G E N E R A L Qadan Hotgo (pronounced /ˈkuh-dahn hoet-goh/) (26th Sun 3rd Astral Moon), is an Au Ra Xaen who is one of the few surviving members of the Hotgo tribe. Prior to the destruction of the Hotgo, Qadan served as a specialist scout and hunter. His responsibilities would cause him to be away from the village as it was descended upon by the Dotharl, and it was only upon his return did he learn the fate of his only home. Having narrowly survived the slaughter, Qadan fled south from his ancestral homeland to the continent of Eorzea L I K E S ■ Honor / People of strong moral fiber. ■ Intense Battle. ■ Retribution / Justice. ■ Strength. ■ Sweets/Chocolate. D I S L I K E S ■ Dotharl Tribe. ■ Senseless murder. ■ Dishonesty / Deception. ■ Laziness. ■ Weakness. O T H E R ■ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral ■ Vice(s): Anger, Hedonistic tendencies. ■ Favorite Food: Chocolate. ■ Favorite Drink: Otharddian Steppe Tea. ■ Favorite Color: Crimson. A P P E A R A N C E ■ Physical Characteristics: Qadan strikes an imposing form even with the hefty standards of a Xaela, standing at a towering 7 ilm and 1 fulm. His height allows him to comfortably carry more weight than the typical Auri, filling out at a hefty 260 ponz while still maintaining adequate physical athleticism. Qadan's pitch-black scales have grown in wide patches around his body, hardening like organic plates of armor from repeated blows during his training as a child. His horns, thick, sturdy and ever-sharp, serve as a natural weapon should he ever need it. The top of his head is home to blood red hair with black tips. What was once a long and flowing braided mane has been cut thoroughly back and styled in a way to prevent interference with his vision in combat, as well as give him a more contemporary look in his new Eorzean home. Favorably, Qadan's sun-kissed skin contains the hues often associated with Hyur's, allowing him the reprieve of at least some of the initial prejudices his more exotic-skinned kin may experience. ■ : Face Paint: The Hotgo tribe was known for their colorful and unique face paint, where designs and colors were utilized to express statements and emotions. Qadan's visage has featured the same design and color ever since his tribe's massacre. The design centers around his eyes, where streaks on the interior extend upward like horns, while those on the end of his eyes extend down like tears. They represent his thirst for revenge against the Dotharl, and the anguish he holds for the loss of his kin. The black color of the paint, a seemingly permanent fixture on his face, is representative of the emotions that have dominated him since that day: a macabre consolidation of rage, sorrow, and regret. R U M O R S Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "Hearty Merchant" -- If ye want to get on 'is good side, buy 'im chocolate! 'E nearly bought out me entire stock one day! ■ "War Orphan" -- Mister Qadan looks scary but he's actually really nice! He always brings us sweets when he sees us while leaving the city! ■ "Elderly Blacksmith" -- Hmm, he's here every few days getting his weapon serviced. It's the damndest thing, he always has the same pain on his face. Wouldn't that shite get old after a while? ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "Hired Hand" -- The gods were watching over me, I tell you! The mountain of a man happened to be passing by as I was being taken for a run by some thugs. That Au Ra struck them down ... he fought with such anger. ■ "Brass Blade" -- The only other Au Ra I'd seen in my time were ones hailing from the Dotharl tribe. I told the man this, and the look on his face was as unnerving as I've ever seen. ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "Rugged Mercenary" -- The Auri? Had competing clients, which caused us to cross blades. Damn ferocious warrior. Fought with complete disregard to his own life, in fact. If I didn't know any better I'd say the fool had a death wish. ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ "Stuff" -- Person ■ "Stuff" -- Person ■ ■ H I S T O R Y Wut. B I O G R A P H Y Title Here ( Date Range ) ■ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas mollis eleifend est, at consequat leo porttitor at. Nunc at leo quis justo vestibulum gravida eget in ante. 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Camp Iron Lake acted as a forward operations center in the Maelstrom's campaigns against the Kobold, while also serving as a first line defense from Garlean forces seeking to infiltrate further south into La Noscea. Shortly before the Levy's demise, Storm Captain Sounsyy Mirke was given orders to safeguard supply caravans and civilian pilgrims moving through the area. According to Captain Mirke's official report, on the 22nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon, a Garlean invasion force attacked the Iron Lake Garrison. As per orders, the 17th Levy held their position against the attack, sustaining heavy losses. Forty-three men and women of the 17th were found among the dead. Those lost were put to sea in the Straight of Merlthor. The remaining seventeen members of the 17th Levy were recalled to Limsa Lominsa and granted leave of absence. However, when the Maelstrom's forces were amassing on the Flats of Carteneau, the 17th Levy returned to active service per Commander of the 3rd Squadron Iyrnlahz Sylbahctsyn's orders. Eleven men and women of the 17th were reported killed in action or are currently missing in action, presumed dead, including Levy Captain Sounsyy Mirke. -Maelstrom Official Records, Year '03 of the Seventh Umbral Era Sources within Ul'dah's Sultansworn confirm that MIA Levy Captain Mirke suffered severe physical and mental trauma during the Calamity and was admitted into long-term hospitalization at Frondale's Phrontistery. Upon making a full recovery, Levy Captain Mirke was readmitted into the Maelstrom and pardoned of pending court marshal for desertion, reckless endangerment, and war crimes. Commander of the 3rd Squadron, Sabine Gavronchette granted Mirke command of the 3rd Squadron's 8th Levy, Tactical Operations Unit and control over the Thalassocratic Navy's frigate-class, the Roehmerl. Levy Captain Mirke has been ordered to carry out sensitive tactical operations on Thanalan soil while maintaining the cover of protecting trade lines in the Straight of Merlthor. The 8th Levy has been outfitted with trusted veterans to aid her in this endeavor. -Maelstrom Official Records, Year '01 of the Seventh Astral Era C R I M I N A L R E C O R D IDENTIFYING CHARACTERISTICS: ALIAS: Mirke AGE at time of offense: 15 HAIR: Long, Light Brown EYES: Green MARKS: 1 ilm scar on left cheek; 3x striped birthmarks on both cheeks CRIMINAL RECORD: Marasaja Pit, Ul'dah, 1562 6AE; charge: assault with intent to rob, conspiracy to commit crimes against the Sultanate; sentence: 5 years OR 235,000 gil; 1564 - bond paid in full. 1564 6AE; charge: assault with intent to kill against two Brass Blades, assault with intent to kill against Sultansworn; escaped custody. charges dropped AFFILIATIONS: ■ Known connection to the Ala Mhigan Resistance faction. ■ Known connection to the terrorist organization, The Corpse Brigade. Approach with caution. ■ Known connection to the Coliseum – Noxius. Possible accomplices: Roroludo Dodoludo ■ Possible connection to the Maelstrom. ((If your character is Brass Blade or Sultansworn, please feel free to have IC knowledge of Sounsyy's Criminal Record.)) G R I N D S T O N E A martial competition held near Fresca's Wash, overseen by Arbiter Warren Castille. Grindstone Records award competitor-alias "Mirke" with crowning three consecutive championships and over twenty individual victories against other fighters before finally being defeated by competitor Leanne Delphium. But not before news of Mirke's unyielding determination and martial feats swept through Ul'dah, resulting in a couple of young fighters posting notes in the Quicksand challenging her to private duels to test their mettle. This has also brought on the unwanted attention of other factions such as the Turks, the Brass Blades, the Sultansworn, and the Adventurer's Guild. Such infamy comes with its own price. ((If this is an interesting hook for you, please use it! Sounsyy hasn't been talked about this much in Ul'dah since her days as a Bloodsands Gladiator 15 years ago.)) R E D L O T U S Levy Captain Mirke received an oddly shaped parcel while sleeping one morning in the Coral Tower. Upon opening the package, Sounsyy discovered a small, crimson gemstone bearing an intricate carving of an Ala Mhigan Fighting Fish, along with a letter signed by one "Sisters of the Red Lotus." Having no sense or manipulation over anything aetherial, the gemstone appeared to be just that. Sounsyy, having no other use for it, has since taken to using it as a paperweight and carries it with her in her pack. She had intended to delve deeper into the mystery of who these "Sisters of the Red Lotus" were, but recent events within the Maelstrom have caused the letter to slip from her mind entirely. ((Perhaps some wayward adventurer will reignite that hunt for answers?)) E C H O ((In this section, I'll be posting small segments of story from Sounsyy's past. If your character is an Echo user and you want to use the Echo on Sounsyy, let me know and I will direct you to one of these stories and tell you which one your character sees! Please do not use any of these stories ICly without asking me first. If you are not an Echo user, this is strictly OOC info. Thanks!)) Echo Entry #1 - "Carteneau" The world begins to cloud and distort, fog snaking upwards in tendrils around <Player Character>. The fog was hot to the touch and the crackle of fire beginning to ebb into the ears identified the fog as smoke, hot, thick, suffocating. Then came the booming drums of artillery sounding in the thick, swirling dark. The ground shook violently, the red moon Dalamud bathing the world in its eerie glow. A scream sounded above the booming den. "Sounsyy," it bellowed, "Run!" A looming giant materialized through the smoke. He held onto his axe as if it was the only thing holding him upright. He threw himself in front of a small huddled form - that of Sounsyy, crouched low behind her shield. A Garlean Reaper reared its foul metal maw, it's jaws dripping wet with flame. It bellowed, a boom sounding out in the dark, wreathing the Roegadyn man in flame. Sounsyy's shield shattered and her body caught alight and seemed to melt into the hard rock. She writhed and screamed, but no sound could be heard. The Reaper loomed high above the smoke, it's maw gliding through the darkness like a snake toward its paralyzed prey. It reared, its mouth silhouetted once more by flame. But the vision melted, just as it began and the flickering light of Carteneau's fires became the warm glow of the nearby lamplight. The smoke was that of a nearby candle burning its wick to the end. The vision was gone, and <Player Character> returned to the present - Sounsyy Mirke looking oddly at them as if they had seen some sort of ghost. Echo Entry #2 - "Mirke's Lanista" Sounsyy Mirke meets <Player Character>'s eyes and all else seems to melt away. When the world comes back together, a sword twirls through the air just past <Player Character>. An aged Dunesfolk with pale yellow eyes and graying hair stands in a lunging position, his round shield held quivering where he had just disarmed a young Miqo'te of her sword in one fell swipe. Sounsyy looked incredibly young, no more than 15 cycles, with hollow eyes and cheeks - her ribs showing under her skin. She was only a fulm taller than her Lalafellin opponent. The Dunesfolk moved forward and slashed the back of Sounsyy's knee and the young girl collapsed with a scream. "Fight me will you?!" The Dunesfolk rasped at the girl, "When I saw you on the Bloodsands you were ruthless - a survivor! A fighter! Where is that girl?" The young Sounsyy glared up at him through the tears in her eyes. "I cannot defeat you with a shield and blade, how am I supposed to win without the blade?!" The aged Dunesfolk scoffed, "Hmph, the girl who bludgeoned a man to death with his own pauldron doesn't know how to win with a fifteen ponz sheet of metal strapped to her arm?!" Sounsyy attacked instantly, but Roroludo was ready. The Dunesfolk held the assault with his own shield, his muscle winning over Sounsyy's full body. "That's the spirit! If you can't defeat a few Ul'dahn gladiators what good are you to Ala Mhigo?" This enraged Sounsyy and she struck out with her shield again, waging a violent assault with her blunt weapon. She struck until the Dunesfolk's shield cracked and then the vision was over, whisking <Player Character> back to Sounsyy's sharp eyes. Echo Entry #3 - "Forty-three Muskets Sound" The world beneath <Player Character> grew unsteady, the ground began to rock back and forth upon the waves of the Lifestream deep below. When <Player Character> opened their eyes, they found themselves upon the bow of a massive Lominsan war vessel. Its sails were tightly bound and it bobbed steadily upon the choppy waters of the Merlthor. A stream of volcanic smoke could be seen just on the horizon, Mount O'Ghomoro in the West being the only indicator that the world had not been entirely swallowed in water. A solitary gunshot rang out over the burbling water below. A Maelstrom Officer in regalia reloaded his musket then held it at attention. All along the center of the main deck stood Maelstrom soldiers, in full regalia, their heads hung, standing firm and still against the rocking tide. Along the gunwale lay rows of caskets adorned with the Lominsan standard. A member of Maelstrom's high command stood between the caskets and crew, reading off from a list of names. A name would be sung out to the Deep, a single musket would answer, and a casket would be tipped over the gunwale into the briny depths below. Sounsyy's hat was held firmly over her heart, her hollow eyes bore holes into the caskets which lined the gunwale before her. "Private Jeanifre, Ceaulie." The musket fired, and over tipped Ceaulie's casket. "Private Lohbyldawyn, Khannklin." The musket sang her praise, and the Deep accepted her. "Private Lohk, T'salhet." The musket crackled and Sounsyy looked away as she tumbled into the sea with a splash. Sounsyy began to weep silently as the next name in line, Corporal Lokeke Loke, was called. A shot rang out, and they too were gone forever. Tears began to stream unbidden from her eyes as she raised her chin to face the next casket being raised. "2nd Lieutenant Louztoumwyn, Keltsoemr." Sounsyy flinched as the shot cried out. Her eyes drifted down the line. Seventeen still stood by her sides. Most wounded, some being held up by others. Margot, three down the line wept into Himalanka's uniform as his strong arms held the child. Sounsyy turned back to Commander Iyrnlahz as he slowly, painstaking tolled off the names of her fallen Levy. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and held her gaze unblinking as the funeral dragged on. "Private Lyngzantsyn, Isilhyr." Shot. Splash. "Private Marlont, Jeanbernard." Fire. Water. Nothing. The vision faded into nothing, those death tolls continuing to echo in <Player Character>'s ears as the world returned around them. R E F E R E N C E S & L I N K S Unless otherwise stated, all information below is OOC knowledge. Links to RPC prompts go below: ■ Directory for RP Contact ■ Sounsyy's Loot Table ■ Sounsyy Mirke Trial Fight Mode ■ Relationship Status in GIFs ■ Sounsyy's Sigil ■ Reaction to Physical Touch ■ Sounsyy's Fight Music ■ Sounsyy's Singing Voice ■ What Sounsyy Eats ■ Where Sounsyy Sleeps ■ Sounsyy's Scars and Wounds ■ Sounsyy's Faceclaim O O C N O T E S ■ Sounsyy suffers from severe PTSD, however her alcoholism stems from a desire to drown out the constant physical pain she experiences from her wounds sustained on Carteneau, not from a desire to silence her mental demons. ■ Sounsyy has her father's eyes, a fact which frightened her mother. ■ Sounsyy was born left handed, but didn't learn to write until later in life, and learned to do so with her right hand. ■ The great irony of Sounsyy's character is that she desperately wants to return to the place of her birth, Ala Mhigo, but doesn't know she was actually born in the Cieldaeles and that Ceirtette brought her 'home' many years ago already. ■ If Sounsyy were a character in a real world setting, this would be her story: "Sophie Mirke" would've grown up in a small, New England fishing town - one of those places with a population of 2,000. She would hate home life. In High School she would become the Varsity Volleyball Captain, and likely have a relationship with one of her teammates until social pressures caused the two to separate. She would graduate an average or below average student and struggle to find work. She would not want to attend college and instead enlist in the Navy or Coast Guard. After serving the minimum amount of time, she would leave and move to somewhere "exotic" or "wanderlusty" like Oregon or Washington, and wind up living in a fishing town just like the one she grew up in. She would begin working at a rundown diner near the water - the kind of place truckers and disgruntled fishermen would stop by every morning. She becomes more bitter than the coffee the diner serves, but she is not dissatisfied enough to move away. So she puts everything into her work, running the Rough Sea Diner with an iron fist and a shotgun under the counter. She works long hours, but when she has free time she mostly keeps to herself or jogs along the beach, hoping to run into a cute jogger like something out of the movies. A R T & S C R E E N S Error creating thumbnail: File missing Artist: Hutarin Error creating thumbnail: File missing Artist: Hutarin Error creating thumbnail: File missing Artist: MorliPie Error creating thumbnail: File missing Artist: Blackash C H A R A C T E R M U S I C ■ THEME #1: "Waves" by The Dear Hunter ■ THEME #2: "Waves" by Mattia Cupelli ■ BATTLE THEME #1: "The Opened Way" ■ BATTLE THEME #2: "Power to Progress" ■ SINGING VOICE: "These Roses" by Gin Wigmore ■ SONG FOR NATHANIEL: "Candles" by Daughter Code Testing Section Gods have mercy on Hut’s soul.