Kimah Hext

Kimah Hext
"If there is not a way, I will make a way."
Gender	Female
Race	Hyur
Clan	Highlander
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	32
Guardian	Halone
Namesday	17th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

★ Character ★

♦ General

The entirety of her existence Kimah has known one harsh truth: the weak suffer while the strong thrive. Her motives consist of self-preservation in a life that is a cruel joke with no impending punch line.

♦ Initial Impressions

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■ Kimah is rather obese.

■ Her voice is a husky baritone; her tongue treading with a heavy accent. Rarely is the pitch shrill.

■ Symmetrical henna designs have been permanently etched into the flesh of her limbs; the method for doing so is not easily identifiable. The gift of True Sight reveals that in fact -- her entire form is swaddled in it.

■ A good majority of her teeth upon peel back of her lips are either capped off with silver or are made of the metal (or otherwise) in entirety.

♦ Appearance

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■ Kimah stands as an unimposing figure at the height of five-foot-four. Undeniably, what she lacks in height, she compensates in width. Her physique is a natural sturdy obese pear shape; hips being broader than her shoulders. Her legs are short and thickset; expressly in the thighs. The woman's legs and hindside being her most defining identifier from a distance.

■ Her face is narrow -- with significant chubbiness of her cheeks. She possesses a strong chin, fairly large semi-aquiline nose, and overly full lips broad enough to furnish her smile with an unsettling semblance. Kimah's most striking facial trait would have to be her eyes; not due to the honey-brown color nor how deeply they sit in her skull; but the residence of thick lashes, heavy eyelids, and somber dark undereye bags.

■ Her thick, coarse black hair falls in a scatter of wavy rivulets. Every inch of it is massaged with oils to keep the fibers or her scalp from drying. Yet still, stray curliques border her hairline, framing her features. Two deliberately slicked down curls designate her sideburns.

♦ Behaviour

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Involuntarily a tightly-wound spring, a ticking time bomb, or the eye of the tempest -- select your disaster of choice -- Kimah is a carefully guarded woman. Outwardly, she maintains composure to the best of her ability. Yet it becomes abundantly clear over a lengthy span of time spent in her company that she is a creature inwardly subsumed by her own brand of vindication and passions.

« Habits »

■ Her hands are never at ease. Perpetually in motion, tending to an impulse to straighten her collar or smooth her hair back among the length of her bangs or a braid.

★ Combat ★

{ To be filled in. }

★ Tendencies ★

Likes ■ Engaging conversation. ■ Ambition.

Dislikes ■ Impeding on her personal space. ■ The clueless.

Hobbies/Talents ■ Raw brawl/melee/ranged melee. ■ Hard labor tasks. ■ Books.

Favorites ■ Favourite Food/Drink: Prickly pear grog. ■ Favourite Place: Wherever the shade is.

★ Rumours ★

Character Rumours

■ Rumor carried on the wind is that the sturdy obese figure spotted throughout Ul'dah going by the name of "Kimah" is nothing more than your typical roaming vagrant in search of coin-earning labor.

★ Aesthetic ★